Jams

the chapter up 81

After speaking so, Jihan brought herself up, going against the direction. Six walls surrounding the balloon followed, where there was a planet there was a satellite.

Jihan is not confused actually in this unclear space, her hobby is monologuing. Moreover, there are no rules in the dream world other than having to take care of yourself. Although not an opera stage, Jihan felt that someone continued to watch it, and just so sure she wanted to do something.

Balloon that lock like Jihan's own body, the shield also moves up, still locked where the owner went as six large screens that constantly rotate at a distance far enough from the center.

The jihan flew through many circular lines. Reinit says that they are signs of existence, modeling or props to understand the middle of nowhere aka the subconscious.

Also, there was no gravity or force pulling as Jihan rose. Maybe Jihan was looking for the fundamentals, or maybe she wanted to play around.

"Now, too, doormats follow where I'm moving. The walls are the same, too, come along. There is no gravitational force here, the heaviest body here. Elevator mass zero, I'm easy to fly gini. Means too, can speed up times huh? But. by the way. umm.."

Jihan stared at the flat object (hexa-shaped elevator floor) below which was also "hostaged" by the bubble. What function does he mengjogrok there, is it true that Jihan can not spaw it?

"Well, yes, this doormat just mancarin orbit line doang function? Queen tadpole nyeritain nih nih nirguna goods. I brought speed first.. Angus no, if it's burnt out, it means there's some other material here besides me. Friction begins.."

The wuutts!!

Jihan eleven and twelve with this out of her consciousness, a fad. As a result of the exhaust is wind-passing, the effect of "steh-dipping", no friction or the exact occurrence of the comet. At this point of departure, Jihan only looks shrunk, suddenly small shrink.

But in the position of Jihan, in this balloon, the surrounding was perspective so the forest was flat, many red boards were passed and hit by the side.

Ckiiit!!

"Ahh, free njir, nyari rebuttal. There's nothing to look for here. After all, the realm of the bracelet as it is as the Queen says. Lancah's nest."

Jihan observed her surroundings after darting. The scenery was really like in a large spider cave. He saw many strands, rods, ropes, or lasers of various sizes. Not moving at all. Jihan stray!

"Time, grounded."

After watching the surroundings, Jihan decided to land her foot in the elevator. "The "dark ride" made him a kepo, not a floor, not a bed, not a diameter. As soon as Jihan stared, ngimej, the thing and herself approached each other, approaching. At that time, the threads that initially "cate" the balloon in a random direction shifted into six screen lines, so six paraloons in each length was one inch in diameter.

Dephs.. Jihan also stepped.

"Hhh, there's-there's a model. If I'm the design, I taro blackhole here make the same exit gate enter. In sono, I position myself for the Milky Way. Antares, UY Scuty, Aldebaran, Sirius, the same tenments above let the observer lie down. While the clusters are below the blackhole, in kotakin let the cepet hapal see the number of constellations.

First the survey. Could come sometime, any time. Presentation of the House will be an extension of its duration.

Okay. Steady two-string model. But while the crescent star used to be, the problem is not clear, like an abstract painting gini.

Time to go back to the translation. Hhh... Bismillah. Kun!"

ZWWITTH..!!

Two screens disappeared, the line stayed there. Jihan's body was slightly swayed like a short earthquake, making the owner wonder because his legs felt sticky, not shifted.

Jihan did not know was down or up the balloon, still handsome waist while staring at the line not sail. "When wasn't there in sono? Hence, I give the value of the sickle star. How not to look? The screen is bosen the same time I face until blurred, gini crunches."

The line discussed starts to move slowly until it is tilted.

Jihan's questions are up or down, just look at her hair. If it decomposes, it means he was taken down by the elevator, or it could be driving to the left side. Minutes ago he darted to the right, his hair unraveling for a bit. Now her hair is dangling, meaning Jihan is being carried up by the "crotch".

A line as thick as a paralon is almost standing, the corner is already at 10°, it has risen from the grave. The diameter also changes, from a small inch slowly shriveling up to a finger thick.

Soon the orbit was synchronized with the vertical lift line, combined. As it stood, four transparent screens approached the balloon which had stopped rotating since the "earthquake".

Gejligh..!!

The second earthquake came, Jihan did not shift the body other than a little bit of drip. The bubble that held him was penetrated by four walls, docked in the front-back and left-right position of Jihan. Red lines still meet in Jihan's stomach, including vertical threads.

Jihan looked up, fitting one eye with an upright line. It should be glare, but the girl just positioned her right eye to it, in view of a different location. As she moved her eyes, Jihan did not know where she was changing. But his room was twitching, still flickering unstable, not incoherent and existing.

Jihan moved her head again, positioning her eyes on the laser. Basic psychopath, maybe this action is not painful.

Did Jihan already know that it was the frame rate of her sense of sight? She was cute like a girl who was showering, looked on top of it the bubble layer is still visible, the ceiling is convex. Jihan already knew, just impatient with the speed of his "RPM" there, playing around with the physical blueprint.

What he really left behind was the vibration of the lines, all three of them blurring and copying themselves into new, life-size lines. From six, they became twelve, twenty-four, 48, 96, 192, and so on until the thickness was thinned, filling the balloon and centered in the belly of Jihan.

When the shaking, the appearance of the room is still transparent, the POV wall is still visible even though it also shrinks in size plus area. But either way, those four walls represent what senses.

Tens of minutes passed. Jihan was busy showering, now rubbing her eyes. He became a ghost and suddenly the roof and the POV floor covered the event with portrait light.

Room space and its contents exist, while the radiation lines get smaller, the more invisible there. So so 1/10^∞ - that they seem to disappear, when in fact there is, and in the conscious scientists call it energy radiation.

Unfortunately, Jihan could not be heard when she spoke. From that moment, he seemed to cry or grumble at the shock of the "closure". I don't know what happened to him that way.

- Knit the stone she maenin "shower" 😁

Aware already in his offline nature, Jihan raised one leg. He looked to the left and right at his waist. He who was in bed still fell asleep with his hands shining at Jihan, emitting bright spots.

Nutrition is inhabiting a spot of light, because Jihan gave a thumbs up while walking to the porch door, there is communication even though it is limited to hand signals.

After breaking through the window of the attic, Jihan looked through the roof tiles of her neighboring houses. He was not aware of himself as a ghost so when he wanted to hold the fence, Jihan fell down. Fortunately not nyungsep, because outside the fence layer invisible layer exists as the floor of the blueprint.

Jihan continued to step off the veranda. Outside there was no one but him and the location. Jihan darted and braked over the gate of Lam Alif, there were no other humans besides the cars that stayed on the streets.

Then Jihan flashed again into the middle of the city, stopping near the Citymall building that she thought was crowded, but it turned out to be just as empty. There is no civilization on Earth offmind.

Jihan immediately returned to her room once a movement. There he immediately touched the hands of his sleeping body, tapping the grains of light covered with a thick cloth.

Degh..!! The body touched by the ghost jerked the body until it opened its eyes.

"Hhh.. Very quiet, like a tomb."

Jihan sat up and grabbed the blanket. He kept silent, continuing his comments about the empty emptiness of the multicellular creatures. He remembered four of his friends who used to come to disturb his sleep. He realized, the effort to get out of the dream will only make himself more distant from socialites. Moreover, there is a lusid candidate that they failed to recruit because of making the Earth an arena by one, he and Nina even dutifully in the "father" of people.

"Hour eight," said Jihan staring at the flattened object mounted on the wall of the room. "Byeah!!"

There's a sahutan under the attic.

"The Kosim through the ball?!"

"Udah!"

Jihan slammed her body backwards. He then spoke to himself, asking for the balance. I don't know what balance.

Still enough Sir

"Well, to the cafeteria? Njir laper.. But ntar, I close the presentation first.

Okay, viewers. I am Giziania, at TKP.

Let's go!"

- Umm, when is prayer sleeping like that?😗 Uh, yes, Jihan onmind, not sleep😙 huhu

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...Cooming soon:'s:...

This Tuesday morning, Jihan sat in an angkot typing WA messages on her phone screen. He logged into the campus website because he had to take hours online (online lecture), although the web page is plain, but the login page has a campus logo along with his name.

Maybe Jihan wants to read or listen to the material file sent by the lecturer. He was in the uniform of an SPG PT, wrapped in a jacket that might be able to protect the PDL from dust or cold. But he was also listed as a mahamurid of a faculty of his city.

On the transport, Jihan heads to her workplace with some people and students. They, the masked, are busy all with their respective smartphones. Isn't it past the place, huh, on that cake?

"Dani!"

When he entered the gate, walking to the employee parking lot, Jihan called for another SPG who just got off the motorbike and ran into Jihan's steps.

"Ehh.. Icha."

"You're better? Gini dong kemaren. Bright sweet, not crying broken ati."

"Yee, hello broken ati. Temen I'm sick, his patan them."

"Hot heaters are there?"

"Hiii. Disgust ih lo nih Cha. I'm ketular gini ciba. Type of amit."

"What's your talisman, Han?"

"Udah, at home. Ehy. I happen to bring stock. Do you want to test my nasgor?"

"Nasgoli? I became ngili ma ci Lulu, parteneran dah same college boy, have a friend chef also."

"Yee, chef. Not ahh either. Wanna don't?"

"That's fine."

"Ohh, lo. The usual! Lispy gini transparency ntat."

"My pellet, Han."

"Hhh-hh! You're easy to guess."

Around Jihan crowded with other employees who are different uniforms. People who just came in took the queue. There are ten inspection gates here, spray equipment, as well as three security guards and tertib.

Jihan queues in front of Icha. A young man in the queue on the left side accidentally found Jihan's ring. The ring wearer is crossing his hands. Jihan is still chatting with Icha so that she does not know herself to be the SPB kepo.

"Mr..!"

The summoned one immediately turned his head while still talking to Icha as it was still chatting.

"Floor one huh?" ask this guy while lowering the mask.

"dither. What's?" jihan asked a bit of a bitch, sticking a hand close to the ear.

"Floor one?"

"Oh Yes. I'm in Hamam. Napa?"

"Endfield you guys are cool semalem.." commented the SPB while moving forward filling the front.

". . .??" Jihan silently looked, a term she knew made her instantly know who the other person was.

Is correct. The SPB is another shabby, he knew last night where Jihan was.

In the locker room Jihan put all her luggage except the supply box. He then sat down next to Icha who was holding a cell phone. The box he opened.

"Cobain yes. Definitely nagih. Lulu said less hurt. You know how to do that."

"Watawas.. Pelimach tang. Here I am abisin. Mumpy anget."

Icha snatched the box with her spoon from Jihan's hand. And immediately bribed impatiently.

"Mmmm.."

Jihan quietly waited while tucking her hair into her ears. When she looked at her side, Icha was feeding her mouth twice. Jihan only smiled as Icha nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Thirty minutes before the opening hours of the store, it appears that first-floor employees are preparing the counter. There's something cleaning the bon, sweeping, cleaning the clothes rack, missing, Jihan herself is grouping the t-shirts wagon on her counter.

Fifteen minutes later, inside the room fittings, Jihan sat against the glass with the ring already conditioned as a frame or tablet. There Jihan looked at Nature, the little girl dressed as an F1 pilot. The face of the child there is a mixture of face between himself and the clones. He likes Reinit, where Jihan wants to see him through Nature. The tablet Jihan hugged back.

"Let's your son paradox, you feel like my own son, Nat. Wait for Mama on Wednesday, Say.. Love you." - Love you."

After being spoken to while being stared at, Jihan peeped at the tablet. Muach! Right on the kid's forehead.

Drrtr.. Drtts. drtts!

Glitta!!

The lcd screen again shrinks and creeps into the ring finger, so the ring. Jihan stood up and failed to clean her makeup, her hair was allowed to remain rolled up model flight attendant. Then it looks on the back of the SPG the name of the product it sells.