At the End of My Tired!

Xcvi Part

"Oh my goodness, don't bother with gini. I'm not a cow."The woman was upset. Because the lover came, when he was washing his clothes and Kira. Using a five-finger multi-purpose washing machine.

"Where the hell are you going? It's my hands foam all, in a hurry, usually also if you come here immediately with a sigh." Satria silenced the woman's chatty mouth, with her deathly kiss.

"Udah, don't say mulu. It's a matter of someone's life, the hunt we have to go to your friend's house, the micin." Satria pulled the woman's hand back to her car.

After sitting sweetly inside the woman again snorted. "You're a mas, thankfully I don't react to your kiss. If I'm straight up, I'll rape you in this car." Said the woman accordingly.

"Ck, I'll give you, not just lips if you want." Satria clucked irritably, while she was trying seriously, the woman even deliberately provoked her dirty brain.

"What do you want to love? If the money is not needed, last week it is still there. I haven't had time to ask Kira to buy clothes, then wait for you. Kasian the kid, must've never been in a car." Said the woman wasn't connected.

"I want to give you this bar of mine, which you can refuse." Satria sewot. Now his love interest is being devalued the deepest. The rise requires struggle, concentration and high focus.

"Isshh, I usually feel like I'm high voltage. Arrogant very sampean. No shake ngulek sambel, just know taste." Woman hissing irritated.

Geez, a woman's mouth seems to need to be sacrificed. While he was trying to get to the path of truth, his lover was busy discussing the matter of the lower abdomen. It turns out that the test of patience for sinners seems to be very heavy, just that many criminals do not want to repent.

The order is ribet, the trials are many and the obstacles are innumerable. Prison is never empty, while doing good is more of a hindrance than a crime.

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"Based on the son of Satan, you have dared to lie to me huh. Forgot you, I took you from the trash. Don't know yourself, feel this. Hemm, it tastes good. Still want more, yeah. Still dare to lie to you with me, huh!" The mad woman, dipping Kira's head into a rainwater reservoir, in front of their tenement.

None of the neighbors tried to stop him, they were even more afraid of being reprimanded now. Then the little girl will be tortured.

"That's my guess, gosh..." The woman panicked to see her adopted son dipped in a raindrop.

"Open the car, open the car. Oh, my God, I think I'm poor." Dara was crying hysterically in the car.

Satria parked the car and opened the car lock, both came down directly to the mother and child.

"You're crazy, stress. Basic crazy, watch out. Basic******does not have brains." Dara pushed hard Sasa's body, up to the toppling over to the wooden chair on the terrace. With an unsightly position, his umbrella negligee was lifted up. His head hung down, his feet stuck in the wooden table.

Making the woman's assets plastered real uncensored at all, it turns out the crazy woman was not wearing underwear. It made it easier for the eyes of the fathers, who were also watching the incident, to get a view for free.

Without cue and without feeling, Satria stepped on the creased apem with her shoes. The woman could only groan, either because of pain or enjoying the sensation, from the sole of the shoe. Only he knows.

"Mas, already. This is Kira we take to the hospital first, not aware of this. Choke." The woman looks worried.

"Mom-mother, please cover this with a blanket or shroud. Let it not ruin the eyes of these righteous fathers." Said the woman insinuating, the husbands of these women. Then rushed to the car, following Satria who was carrying a thin body, Kira.

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"Kiran no stopping by, already past the hour he used to mulung in this area. Definitely no longer glaring him, already 3 days mi. Daniel kangen, that's the same fried chicken rice, was the plan to invite Kiran to eat together." Obviously the boy looked more and more moody.

"Hmmm, what if we walk out of the complex, towards the highway that is common to many children ngamen near the intersection of the red light." Said the mother mengide. Seeing the gloomy face of his son makes his heart unbearable, surely Kiran means a lot to his son.

"By me, yeah come on. This bottle does not need to be brought first, later let there be a reason if Daniel told to go home." Said the newly blooming teenager looking a little shy.

"Yes it's tarok inside first, tar is calculated mbok Parmi, it's garbage that wants to be thrown away." His mother tried to follow the child's path. As long as the surveillance is okay, then everything will be under control. How thought.

"Ready noodles, wait." With a spirit of freedom of heart and mind, Daniel ran carrying the big plastic into the guest room. Not responsible, really the son of Sinta's mom and papi Bintang who are good.

"Yuk, um. Tar, the lunchbox almost forgot. The drinking bottle let me bring you my own, here." Even the mother, not allowed to just bring a bottle of his drink and Kiran.

The woman was just a head bobble, really looking very clear. Whose descendants are more dominant.

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"Deck, here. Share it with friends. That's fair." Sinta splits the bread, which they buy at the minimarket in front of the housing complex, while setting out to find Kiran.

"Dek, know Kiran. The child is about that big, bang, try to pay attention. There's a whole body" Appoint the mother to the girl who's eating her bread. He had never seen Kiran, only guessing from the picture of the child.

"Yes, but a little smaller. Bang doesn't know Daniel's Kiran." Ask the boy.

"Husss, you're this. Kiran aja not necessarily know, you've been talking about all sorts. Daniel's brother, you're a gram of what, until people know." The mother grumbled at length.

"That's the deck, Kiran. Don't know, it's usually the same grandiose in this area." The mother knows.

"Hmmm, Kira probably meant mom. Kirania, we used to call Kira ma'am. He does not have the same grandunts have been ngamen 3 days, sick or how, because often given sleep on the terrace if you go home do not bring much money as his mother." Answer the teenage boy.

"Yes, most tortured again the same mother. Usually if 2-3 days are absent, must be sick. It means that being hurt is the same as her mother. Beaten until siup, trus locked in a warehouse conscious ampe himself, his mother is a crazy tone is the person." The words of the other teenager chimed in the words of his friend.

Making the mouth of the mother and child gaping, the little child was tortured to fainting and left in the warehouse, until he realized himself. Yes if you still remember to be aware, if not how. Sinta shuddered in horror, imagining that she could not.

"Thank you deck, if Kiran her uh I mean mother, if Kira has come back to cramming again. Call mommy yes, this is mom number Both, call home the same personal mobile number. There's no cell phone this." Please wake up and pause his words, hopefully the children are not offended.

"There's ma'am, here I go right in just the number, afraid that the card was even thrown away by garbage. You see this abis still want to start around the market, behind the fork there." Obviously the boy was friendly.

Sinta Staring iris towards the old polyphonic cell phone, which is tied to the rubber band. Then looking at the child, Daniel who understood the meaning of the mother's gaze, rushed to open the dashboard drawer. He took the viva phone that he used to play games, then handed it to his mother.

"Sir, this is my son's cell phone. Coincidentally he had two, the gift was also from his omnya, do not buy. Dipake. Tar cards move, this happens to have no cards because they are not dipake, most for playing games occasionally. Accept yes, can be made with friends." Sinta handed over the phone, which was greeted with a smile by the teenager.