Ghosts of Kosan Angker "Omah" (Horror Story )

Chapter 26

In the afternoon Azam just entered the Mall of his work. He sat in front of the mirror Cover Case Beauty. For a moment He cleansed his face using the cleansing gel that He was wearing massaging and twirling on his face.

After cleaning the face, it uses a primary base, transparent BB Cream. He uses it as evenly and thinly as possible. He began to use a little glitter powder so that his face looks flickering.

He also uses serum essence in his eyelashes, lipgloss brown nude in accordance with the color of his lips. And the last is to use the Marshmallow Power Finishing, so that his face looks bright and also fress and pleasing to the eye.

For a moment he tidied up his shirt and then used his Black Blazer. After that, it stands bye waiting for Mall customers/visitors who come.

Incidentally, there was a beautiful, fashionable, tall and smooth woman walking and looking at the Mall that I was at that time. Every now and then the Woman looked and stopped by some of the Stands she passed by. The woman walked back, until in the end the woman passed the Malika Perfume Stand.

Malika directly intercepted and intercepted the move of the canti woman.

Ststststttt.. The sound of perfume spray onto a sample of a Malika perfume test.

"Sister, this smells good, durable, can be used indoors or outdoors." Malika promoted her Perfume while giving a sample test and also while carrying her two parfume testers.

The beautiful female customer stopped, her gaze straight ahead and did not glance.

"Sorry! I already have." Said the female customer.

Instantly Malika fell silent and remained standing upright staring fiercely hatefully at the beautiful female Customer.

The beautiful female customer continued her beautiful path, her gaze straight ahead, like a beautiful woman who was very graceful like a model who was walking on the red carpet. The female customer stopped walking at Azam's Cosmetike Stand.

"Good day, pretty sister." Azam greeted as he walked closer to the beautiful female customer.

The female customer just smiled and immediately bowed her body towards the coatetike display that Azam was guarding. The beautiful female customer looked around and held onto Azam's cosmetics one by one. The woman occasionally put aside her long hair that decomposes her keeling.

"Mas, this is a new product?" Ask the customer.

"Betul kak, this Brand is indeed very new to the country inu. But in his country, this Brand is fairly long standing." Azam.

"Yes, I also saw this Brand when I was on vacation there." Customer Say.

"But I've never used this product." Customer back.

"Try first, sister testernya. I'll be testerin at some sensitive point." Azam.

"Joking, kidding." Said the female customer while continuing to choose some of her cosmetic products.

"A week ago I joined Beauty Class. And now I want to buy some products."

"No, yesterday was there too, right? In fact, it was Mas who demoted his Cosmetics to my face?" Customer Say.

"What time is it, brother? Sorry, brother, I didn't forget it. But I didn't memorize the entire face of the Participant in the Beauty Class Event yesterday. Her face is pretty." Azam.

"Ah, I could." Customer Say.

"Oh yes mas, if the eyebrows are like embroidery there is no Mas?" Ask Customer.

"Sorry, brother, for now the product is still empty. He said it's still on its way." Azam.

"Well, may I ask for brother's number? Let the goods come later, I immediately reported to brother. How sis?" Azam said back.

"Boleh-by Mas. Just a minute, Mom?" The beautiful customer flicked her hair back, then opened her phone.

"This is my number and +6281***" Customer provided the mobile number.

"Ok brother. Later if the goods have come, I immediately informed my sister huh? And I'll tell you later in the Mall which ones are filled." Azam.

"Ok Mas's. Yes, this is all I bought. Please help me with the cashier, will you?" He bought a lot of cosmetics.

"It's with pleasure my brother." Azam.

For a moment Azam made a sales note.

Malika was still standing and staring cynically at the two of them.

"Good Mas." The customer followed Azam to the cashier.

"Thank you, brother?" Azam said when he arrived at the cashier.

"Together with me." Said the female customer.

Azam returned to his stand and sat back in front of his cosmetic mirror again. Azam back touch-up his face.

"The customer?" Malika said with her tone of voice.

While using lipgloss and while slightly glancing at Malika, Azam answered her with a relaxed tone "Keep if it's Customer lo? I have to what?"

Azam rolled his eyes back to the mirror.

Malika was silent, malika was furious, her face looked very angry, Malika looked at Azam with hatred that was on her. Malika's face looks starting to rub. It looks so different.

"Basic bangs*at!" Malika uttered her dirty word to Azam.

Azam was silent for a moment. Azam stood up and stared intently at Malika's face and said, "What did you say?"

Azam stared intently at Malika's forehead without blinking his eyes at all.

The two of them were having sharp face-to-face contact.

Slowly the face of malika looks start to rub, getting duller, very dull, and looks dark. The change was seen very clearly by the two eyeballs of Azam who was staring intently at his forehead.

Malika's forehead started to wrinkle.

"Ouch.." Malika holds her forehead while leaning her body on Azam's Gondola stand. Malika lowered her face down. Malika looks like she feels dizzy, her right hand touches her forehead.

"Ouch." Malika again shouted slowly in pain.

Azam walked up to Malika and wanted to know what she was feeling.

"Why lo?" Azam said while holding Malika's shoulder from behind.

THE PLAQUE! Malika deflects Azam's hand. Malika kept her head down while feeling the pain she felt.

"Aaaarghhh." Malika groaned in pain with a whispering tone. A drop of blood flowed from the forehead of the right corner. Malika's hand began to grip her forehead tightly.

Malika closed her eyes. Her tears are dripping. Looks really very painful.

Azam who was repelled by him also stood behind Malika. Azam just fell silent and did not know what to do, because Malika did not answer her question.

While drops of blood from his forehead kept dripping down the floor. Malika's hand started to hold very strong. Accompanied by a drop after a drop of blood.

"Criiiiii." A very small Golden Needle came out of the blood drip hole and fell onto the floor.

The size of the needle was just like the tip of a regular needle for sewing, very small, less than a centimeter, and golden in color. According to the people who wear it, the needle is called a Gold Needle Skeleton or Golden Skeleton.

Azam who had just seen that thing was stunned. Think Azam a chat that is often heard that the BA and BC who use stacking or selling is just a joke. But the more here it turns out the more true it is. Especially with the evidence that He saw himself from the Gold Needle that came out of Malika's forehead directly.

Malika took the gold needle. Malika looked at Azam but fell silent without a word. Malika ran off the stand.

Azam thought maybe Malika's feelings were getting very irritated and resentful towards him.

"Ah, I don't know what's wrong with her".

On that day, Malika immediately asked for permission to Duti to go home quickly. Azam also thought whether the incident was coincidental or not. It's just that the feeling is getting here the more you feel close to various kinds of occult and the like.