Courier
CHAPTER 6: SINGLE JUSTICE (bag. first )
The house looked simple, away from the crowd, to be
in the middle of the yard is quite spacious with a variety of shrubs, surrounded
by brown fence. From a distance a taxi approached, stopping right
at the iron gate. The back door is open, a woman
crazy-bodied out, down and after turning there – here make sure
no one else followed, he opened the gate and hunted –
closed back.
He rushed into the house, locked the front door
and threw his body onto the sofa while sighing deeply.
“Home is quite comfortable to live in, not ?”
The voice surprised him, hunt – hunt he jumped up
and turned his gaze to the voice it came from. A boy – young men
the mature brown skin sat on one of the sofas not far from the woman's place
be in. He put his right foot on his left thigh.
“Zainal Abidin Al Khatiri,” said the woman, her face
deathly pale.
“Yessy small. Haven't seen each other in a long time, you seem
the more beautiful it is,” said the young man.
“Do you want to come here, Zain ?!” ask the woman, there is
fear was on his face.
“Why did your water change when you saw me, baby ?
Don't be stiff like that, just plain,”
“Do you want to come here, Zain ? Kill me ?” ask a woman
who was called by Yessy's name.
“Killing the people I love and love ? Diabolical
that's your prejudice. Be calm. I miss you so much, baby.
rarely visit Villaku,” said the young man while finger –
his fingers moved playing every strand of Yessy curls and occasionally
close his pointed nose, “Hm, very fragrant,”
Yessy shuddered in horror at the young man's attitude.
“You're still rinsing your hair with my shampoo,
yes ?” ask Zain.
“I really like it. I always wear it to rinse
my hair,” Yessy said.
“Oh, nice... nice one dear..” Zain began
catapult – words sweet while occasionally giving a kiss – small kiss
the friendly touch – soft touch that makes Yessy burned by the tempest
the fire of romance, but, fear makes that sparkle as soon as possible, extinguished,
especially when Zain's fingers – fingers firmly grip his neck shaft, “Say
langgung. Everyone,” said.
Yessy is about to let go of Zain's strangulation. Duet
his eyes wide wide open his face turned blue, he started coughing – cough difficulty
to breathe, he can not do anything – what other than surrender.
Suddenly, Zain released his grip. Yessy's Face
turning pale, muscle – protruding muscle and veins – veins out like
a bunch of worms, his pupils blackened. Terrible grin makes a young man
the Arab descent jumped away. But ...
“IA HAS COME,
ASKING FOR JUSTICE FOR YOUR ROTTEN DEEDS,”
I don't know where the sound came from, far but near, close
but far. Zain looked confused. When looking for where the sound came from,
his hand was firmly gripped ... very strong as if he was about to crush the bone –
bones on his wrist.
“Grap... “
Zain's wrist is firmly gripped by – fingers
yessy's fingers are sharp, pointed and black. He grimaced in pain
about to let go of that grip, the stronger the revolt, the stronger it was
yessy's hand.
"abtaead
eaniy 'ayuha aleahirat allaeina !!"
( “Let go of me, fucking whore !!” ) cried Zain.
“KKRRKK ... KKKRRRKKK.
Zain shouted in pain, his body pushed back
while Yessy's strange-changing figure was looking at him with a sharp look and
cold but absolutely no sign of – signs of life in there.
“Who are you ?” asked Zain in a hoarse voice. Her body
shaking violently while the figure of Yessy who stood like a statue was slowly –
land turned into a woman in courier clothes.
“Mas ...
Package is ...
Please accept ..”
That's the word – first word thrown from
his lips were black, a floating and cold voice.
“Bbuukk..”.
Zain felt his head being hit by an object
hard, at once his gaze was blurred, his head was dizzy, he too collapsed no
be aware.
