I'm Not a Bed Satisfier

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Several fire engines reached the scene. The red-colored vehicle lined up, taking out its large hose to spray water at Seno's house.

The fire has spread to the front. In fact, some residents who live nearby have run away in a mess to save themselves and their valuables.

For they were afraid that the fire would strike their houses. Moreover, there was an explosion sound, which was suspected to come from a gas cylinder.

People are increasingly screaming hysterically, especially the mothers and mothers. They held their children, watching the red whiz who was devouring the house and its contents.

Hoping, so that the wind does not bring the big flame to their residence. Some were crying, out of fear at the time of the big explosion.

Fortunately, the police are in the middle of the community. Monitor and monitor the situation to remain conducive and not abusive.

"Sir RT, please contact the owner of this house," said the police officer, giving directions.

"I don't have his cell phone number, sir" said the middle-aged man with gray hair.

"Just a few days ago reported to me, sir. I also don't think about keeping my people's cell phone numbers." The stocky-bodied man who served as the chairman of the neighboring ward in the region, scratched his nape.

"Other times, ask for and keep the mobile number of each of your citizens. Because, it's useful when there's an event like this!" the uniformed man's suggestion firmly.

The head of the RT can only look down embarrassed, got a subtle reprimand because of his carelessness.

"Hopefully, the owner of the house is not inside" said RT expectantly.

" Yes, hopefully," said the police officer. Because, if there was anyone in the house, it would definitely not survive and would become charcoal.

"A very sad thing, boss. Just now nquatin certainly home how many days, udeh ade tragedy." said one resident while stroking his chest concerned.

"Iye, may aje no ade nye in the dalem," said the fathers with a sarong cloth attached to his shoulder.

" Old belon we help ngerapihin tu home, why now udeh so begono?"

"Rubber?"

" Yep, cyanan dah ah!"

The three gentlemen who helped Seno move, clucked incense.

"Namenye juge fate, pan no no nyang nyang know," said the other fathers.

A few moments later, when the time shows the early hours. The red man has been defeated by a fire team. Because of their hard work, the fire can be extinguished.

Until the sun rises, in harmony with the crown of the head. The owner of the house has not yet seen his nose. Some residents deliberately stand guard alternately in front of the Seno house.

Putting up a chair, sitting chatting while drinking coffee. Talking about the owner of the house that never came.

After an investigation from the police. There was no sign of a man in the house.

At the same time, Seno looks good on the mother.

"Mam, Seno go home first. So that, I can prepare the house in a neat state. What, Mami want me to decorate the room with your favorite flowers?" asked Seno gently hoping for a response from Easy even with a blink of an eye.

Don't expect Easy to try smiling again, as it will end up with a slightly strange look. Seno got used to it, with the face of the mother. He could not ignore the woman who had given him affection.

Although, there were some faint memories that puzzled him. And the shadow of a long-haired woman who held him tightly and warmly.

Seno tries to ignore the pieces of memory that will make him migraine. Trying to brush off one by one the puzzle that often appears in recent times.

"Mam, I might find someone who can take care of you. Maybe I'll leave you to work, even though I haven't got any work yet" Seno explained, always inviting the Mami to the discussion.

Because the doctor advised, to often invite the mother to talk. All of these things, useful to stimulate his brain to stay active thinking.

"I go home first, Seno will be here again. Pick up, Mommy's coming home to our new home." Seno also kissed the back of Easy's hand, which was slightly bent. Then put it back slowly on top of Easy's stomach.

Back to the scene of the crime.

"Bray, this one has a house, ape pegi kemane si work?" Finally there was one of the impatient residents, asking the whereabouts of the owner of the house.

"Mane I know, plaud!" Just as the two men were arguing, a car entered the alley. The silver four-wheeled vehicle stopped not far from where they were sitting.

"I don't think I got in the wrong alley. If it's true, it should be my home, right?" murmured Seno asked himself. Somehow he did not go down, then ask two men who had been staring at him from a distance.

"It can't be my house, no!" Seno gripped her steering tightly. Trying to neutralize the heartbeat that seemed to be about to explode.

"Bray, is it any nyang punye rume eni, pan?" ask the man to his friend who is fried again.

"Kayaknye anyway, iye," replied the second man less sure.

"Keep, why didn't die come down?" ask again, curious.

"Lha, how do I know, plaud!" said his friend with anxiety, because his friend always asked. In fact, they both do not know, and have not known the owner of a house that burned down violently last night.

"Most don't taunye, say ame you," she said. Then he approached, towards the car that stopped.

Seno was still silent unmoved, trying to digest reality over the real scene before her eyes at this moment.

Tuk. Tuk.

The sound of the car glass on tap from outside.

Seno lowered the window on his car.

"Maap, Sir. That's nyang punye's house in front isn't it?" ask the original inhabitants of the village.

Seno wanted to answer, but her tongue was a bit off. His face was tingling, and his head suddenly felt stunted.

𝘓𝘩𝘢, 𝘯𝘪 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨. 𝘋𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘬.

The man simply frowned, getting a mute response from the man who was in the car.

Seno was digesting, he began to ngeh if it was his home. However, seeing his charred state like that, he still could not believe it.

𝘈𝘱𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢? 𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘪 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘬?

Seno looks to be restoring her hair, then squeezing it a little tight.

"Kalo emang, that's nyang punye tu rume. Yes, saye katuin. Entu rume semalem fire, ampe di datengin ame four cars blambir alias damkar," explained the father, the stupidity about Seno want to answer or not.

His name is also a shocker, a shocker. Surely I can't say anything. Moreover, Seno is typical of people who always hide their true feelings.

Seno decided to go down, although his legs seemed limp for him to move.

𝘉𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘳? 𝘉𝘢𝘩𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘢𝘯 ...

𝘠𝘢 𝘛𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘯! 𝘚𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨 ...

Seno felt weakness in all the joints in his body. When her memory returned at night, before she met her mother in the hospital.

Seno fell down with both knees kissing the ground. His gaze paled at the building he had just occupied for a few days.

"Eh, plaud. Call mr erte gih sonoh!"

"okay, Bang. Okay!"

After ordering his friend to go report to the village apparatus, aka the chairman of the neighboring pillars. The father also approached the man who seemed to be in severe shock.

"Now, Sir. Drink first let it calm down," bargained by giving mineral water in a glass.

Seno did not respond, the man was too weak to just reach for the drink offered. His entire bones seemed to have been removed from his body. In fact, he could only lean on his broken iron gate because it was forced to be torn down.

𝘉𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘪? 𝘉𝘢𝘩𝘬𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘪.

🐾 Unch, Seno. Mav yak author evil😆.

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