Don't Blame Me for Falling in Love

the masked man again

"well I understand, and I'll say everything in my heart as my brain when I'm your wife" Rinjani said.

"it's good, and please you have to accept whatever I'm going to do, because you know that I'm a little crazy" said the man, who was embraced by Rinjani.

finally Ndaru came home, and before leaving he gave an ATM card to Rinjani.

"what does young Ndoro make?" rinjani asked confusedly.

"for you to start buying all the equipment to accompany me when to the official event, and buy polite clothes, remember not to open clothes, you certainly know the order of Krama in Bangura palace," order the man again.

"well Ndoro," replied Rinjani.

"and one more call me kang mas, not Ndoro," the man threatened.

Rinjani nodded obediently, and the man had already left along with his assistant.

Hasto looked at his young Ndoro, "what's the matter Hasto, you're such a confused person so? you think I'm changing, right?"

"iya Ndoro, didn't Ndoro marry her just because she was a witness at that time?"

"calm Hasto, even so I can't possibly show my initial intentions, so you should calm down and we play in a subtle way, of course" said Ndaru who smiled meaningfully.

"well Ndoro I understand," replied Hasto.

the car did not go home, but to a place far enough away.

it was Ndaru's private warehouse, the man got out of the car and changed his clothes.

he whistled while wearing gloves, and did not forget the Petruk-shaped mask.

"it's time we play" he murmured

in the village sebrang far enough, there are those who are celebrating and calling famous orchestras in Java.

everyone spilled there, but the owner of the show ran the orchestra on a field near the house

even the sound system uses a hanging salon that makes the sound louder so that the sound of speech cannot sound normal.

all around from that place was a very lush sugarcane plantation.

this is a great opportunity, how not for sure he will enjoy the event that will be done.

while in a shopping area, several employees had just returned home along with factory employees who returned from the change of night shift.

the women and men came home to flock, some came home on motorcycles, took an angkot to wait for an invitation.

but there is a woman who came out quite late in the appeal of others, because she had to go to the toilet.

but when just going through the gate, his mouth was fixed and anesthetized, he was taken to the darkest area of the factory that was not reached by CCTV.

not to mention the very high weed plants that make it difficult for people to cross the back area of the shoe factory.

a man still faithfully waiting for his wife to come home, especially he was worried because he was late.

a security guard approached the man, "what's wrong, why are you still here, please don't block the gate" the man said.

"wait sir, I want to wait for my wife, she was supposed to be home at nine, but I'm late to pick her up, here's her picture" the man said.

"however, Mbak Nuning had come out earlier with his friend, happened to have greeted me earlier when he came out of the factory" said the security guard.

"how so yes, yes it is possible together with the same cement, then I'm sorry yes" said the man.

a box car left leisurely, the man driving the car smiled happily while whistling.

he saw a jar containing a fetus in it that he had preserved.

"very perfect fetus," he murmured, who then left.

especially after everything that happened there is no way they can relax in security.

a man was smiling happily under his mask, because he was busy cutting someone's body.

even the blood seeped into the water stream that was used to irrigate the rice fields there, but no one was aware.

he took that red and perfectly healthy heart, "it looks perfect" he muttered in a storage box.

not to forget he also opened the skull and took the brain which is also very good.

"finished and survived the police dizzy." he muttered away after dousing sulfuric acid on a corpse that had been cut into dozens of it.

no one knows if there was a murder, because of the earthquake in that place, even the man sauntered very casually and left in a Jeep car.

he whistled to get what he wanted, and he had enjoyed every scream and plea of the woman he was about to execute.

moreover, he cut it alive, starting from the ankle, then the knee, after that hand, and split the stomach while he was alive so as not to damage his internal organs.

"we're going home Ndoro?"

"sure, we must go home." replied the man.

on the other hand there was a man who was arranging the position of the jar containing so many fetuses.

starting from a very small form to a fetus that is ready to be born, everything is neatly arranged on that special shelf.

"mad woman could too, she clawed my neck, but lucky I didn't leave a trace" he murmured.

"Ndoro we've been asked to go home" said one man reminded.

"of course, let's go home, and you've brought what I'm asking for, '" the man asked.

"of course Ndoro," the answer

he also immediately headed to the main house of the family who was renovating for life together.

because the family wanted their children to be independent but the shelves moved away from one main house.

Angga arrived together with Banyu, both of them carrying a storage box.

"where are you from?" nyai Laila asked with a firm tone of voice and her eyes stared intently at her son.

"from seeking the desires and preferences of the mother, the heart of the cow and the brain of the cow" the man replied.

"but what's your neck?" ask the woman to worry.

"just a little bit of a fight, but it doesn't matter" Angga replied.

before long Ndaru who came with Hasto carried the same thing and on his neck was also a scar.

"where did you run out of, why did you just get from where Rinjani had your neck hurt?" ask nyai Laila.

"we were just kidding, and accidentally Rinjani hurt my neck, Hasto brought this box to the back" Ndaru said.

"well Ndoro," the man replied

Banyu and Hasto went from there, to save what they had just got and tomorrow will cook Laila's favorite.

"good night everyone, well, what is this to gather?" tanya Ndoro Shaka who also just came home.

the man carried nothing, but there were traces of blood around his neck.

"where is Romo from" said Ndaru rubbing his father's neck.

"it's normal to look for the wind" the man replied with a strange smile.