Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Laugh back.

- Climbing onto a wooden bridge in a foreign village, the slender-looking woman stared at an object she had just obtained from an old grandfather. Perhaps it was more precisely not that he got it, but deliberately asked the old man.

At the end of the bridge, the car he owned was parked on the edge of the highway, the woman rushed to the car and got into it. The curiosity about it made his heart beat faster, really, moments like this he was really looking forward to.

The woman observes the circumstances around, although classified as crowded but can be sure no one is focusing on paying attention to her. Opening the package with a black cloth, the two women's eyes were perfectly rounded.

"You are free to stab or break any part of this straw doll, and then bury it in a far away place. Don't forget, include a photo of the person you want to hurt. As long as this thing has not been found and separated from the person's photo, that's as long as the suffering will continue to lodge in his body."

The words of the famous shaman universal halu made a smile of satisfaction rise on the face of the beautiful woman.

"Now you feel the consequences.."--.

Jena's little fingers continued to dance freely on top of the laptop keyboard.

"Woi!!!."

Jena immediately fell from the chair she was sitting on. Sharply the two brown beads of the woman stared horror at someone who was successful to her surprise.

"Gibrans!!! you were so brave to surprise me," he jolted to find the little sister showing off her white teeth.

Without caring about Jena's babble, Gibran took over his brother's seat and read the script that was being typed Jena.

"Ckckckck, why did you just put this incident in a novel? you should have done what the main character in your novel did, Jena, too," she tilted, staring at Jena who was so upset looking at her.

"Well, imagine how much fun it would be to hurt Tiara without touching, to hurt Aunt Jelita without anyone knowing?" glaring, so lightly Gibran uttered those words.

"Durgenerous boy! have you forgotten the power of God!."

"After all, who let you read my script? it was still a secret!," his his hiss rose from the cold floor. Pushing Gibran's large body until the man shuffled in a forced manner.

"Hahaha, let's just say that I'm becoming your editor right now. Look, there's no good-looking editor like your sister isn't."

"Sinting, get the hell out of here?" grumbled Jena.

"O sister Jena, you're turning fierce again. Didn't you soften up even willing to hug me when it happened yesterday? ck! I get suspicious, lest you're a chameleon stealth incarnation."

"Plak!!," a large book landed beautifully on Gibran's head.

"Maintain your brain sanity, it's sad that your handsome face must be equipped with a slanted brain" said Jena.

"Akh!!!," a stifled cry sounded from a Gibran.

After successfully shifting Gibran from his chair"Say! what do you need to do here?" he asked, closing the box. Indeed, when his courage to reopen the laptop has emerged, armed with the ideas of the shamanic world that he will pour into his mystery novel, this rancid whim is actually present and disturbing his concentration.

"I came here because you asked for it" replied Gibran walking towards the veranda. The view in the courtyard of the Agam residence is quite beautiful, especially with the household assistant of the Agam family who is teaching the new waiter to take care of the flower garden belonging to Arabella.Cih! basic Gibran!!.

Jena followed Gibran's steps and joined him on the porch"I'm just asking for your news, not asking you to come here" he said sitting in a lounge chair.

"Are you worried about my injuries while saving yourself?" again, Gibran smiled broadly displaying his rabbit teeth to Jena.

The woman looked at Gibran's face for a few seconds"Hem, you don't even have a scar on your face, my worries are so futile."

"Eiiiii, don't be so sister Jena. You don't see how smart I am to use this belt against those thugs" he said as he swiped his shirt, revealing the belt he used as a weapon yesterday.

"I didn't expect it, it turns out I was really good at fighting. I thought the blood that stained my face was my own blood, it turned out to be the blood of those weak thugs."

Turn your face to look at the glass of the door"It's worth not the slightest pain," he continued rubbing his face look.

Seeing Gibran's behavior, inviting a little laughter on Jena's face. But before the rancid boy realized it, Jena immediately put on a flat face back.

"Well, you who are very handsome and good at fighting, now tell me what else is keeping you here?."

"Ng?" Gibran looked at Jena questioningly.

"If there's nothing else, please leave. I was busy. You've seen, haven't you, I was typing the script when you broke into our room."

"Our room???" immediately Gibran's face turned mocking. While Jena, frowned in response to Gibran's words which would definitely harm him.

"So, now that you have accepted the boy, the proof is that you have admitted that this is your room?," instead of leaving, Gibran took a seat so close to Jena. It made the woman shift back and forth in order to create distance between them.

"I knew he was downstairs, because he was the one who allowed me to freely enter your room," he said, more pressing mention of their room.

"And do you know what he's doing with you?" asked Gibran.

"Ah wrong! do you have any idea what you're doing to her?" she repeated.

Jena just stared without any reaction at him. Seeing that attitude, Gibran let out a rough breath, as if a huge rock was propping up his heart.

"Oh Jenaira the polar woman, can you be a little sensitive to your husband?."

The two women's eyebrows were made even more intertwined"What's more, Gibran, I know you're very chatty, but this time you're very chatty and annoying."

"You didn't treat the bruise on Agam's shoulder?" he asked withstanding the anxiety.

"Huh? what's wrong with his shoulder?."

Ck! Gibran twirled lazily both his bobble eyeballs"you!!! is it just a pretty face that you had brought before you were born into this world?? did you leave your set of small brains and big brains in your mom's womb? when you were kidnapped, God's thugs hit him on the shoulder with a big block."

As Jena stood up, the two women's eyes blinked repeatedly pervading Gibran's every word.

"He almost fainted after getting that punch? just when God forced the ruler to marry you."

The words that Gibran said struck the recesses of his heart. Indeed, the incident was separated from his vision at that time, in between the fear in the grip of God, Jena only saw when Agam had beaten the thugs who had hit him with the big beam.

Soon the woman met Agam downstairs, seen her husband accompanying her in the living room.

"Hey mother's beautiful daughter-in-law, are you feeling better, baby?" Arabella was so enthusiastic.

Standing beside Agam, in the eyes of the man who was smiling sweetly at him.

"Sorry mother, I was too confined to my room for a few days" he told Arabella.

"Because, you're innocent. Seeing you re-mix with us here alone, is enough to make you happy."

Jena looked back at Agam who was peeling oranges.

"And one more Jena. You should know how valuable you are in this family" continued Arabella.

Without saying a word, Agam thrust the orange into Jena's mouth. With resignation the woman took a bribe from her husband.

"But mother, my attitude is very disrespectful. I haven't even accompanied you and greeted you since then, and just locked myself in the room, "it looks so sorry, Jena played the ends of her fingers in her lap.

Agam smiled a little at the attitude, his wife like a child who was complaining to mother.

"It's okay, dear Jena," Arabella exclaimed, attracting Jena to move closer to her.

"Mother knows, you're not used to living with us yet," grabbed Jena's little fingers and clasped her tightly, a warm feeling slowly creeping into their hearts.

Again Agam fed Jena with citrus fruits, no matter the look of Arabella who seemed jealous of his service to Jena.

"You, just feed your wife? then, go where the snot boy who has been serving the mother with all his heart?," he protested while staring mischievously at Agam.

Instantly Jena took over the orange in the hands of Agam"This mother, if she is not faithful to serve the mother, there is still Jena who will always serve and accompany the mother.".

Arabella smiled happily. He accepted Jena's mouthful with a happy feeling.

"Hehehe, look, my beautiful daughter-in-law has taken your place" Arabella mocked her son.

The man nodded meaningfully"Hey...., so now you guys are forming an alliance to get rid of me?," he asked staring at the two different women of that generation in turn.

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To be continued...

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