Jams

the chapter up 83

After eating, they sat down and continued chatting on the terrace of the house. A few minutes later, I came to give him a bag of snacks. Although the contents are only half, the snacks are directly Jihan sambar. Apparently you want to go for a while, he said he had not had time to fill the car gasoline on Monday. Jihan did not care, she unwrapped her favorite chips and gave them to Marcel because there was another pack in the bag. The two share while criaking there.

Two hours later, Jihan was in her pajamas. Since Marcel wasn't onmind, he went home first putting his body in the parlour. I've come back from the gas station, sitting on the living room couch watching "rapot" as usual.

Jihan stared at the wormhole she had set behind the balcony door. But already without the Tester, because it turns out the auto parlour lawang appears and can be lit through the ring.

A lump of black enceran crawled through the wall of the room, entered through the door of the room, then darted to Jihan's right finger.

"Well you save everything, Seed?" jihan asked on the black ring.

Dr!!

The ring trembled briefly, replying to Jihan with a signal.

"My ear, taro where's the parlour?"

Jihan continued to think about the location of the wormhole. He was immediately caught off guard when the portal suddenly disappeared. Sorrow was ignorant of him.

"Huh yeah?"

Jihan sprayed straight away, nagging. But the portal never showed up. The balcony door of his room remained flat, already free from holes and strange objects.

"Reverse!"

Zwaatts!!

"Eh, nongol first."

Jihan finds Marcel across the street as soon as the lawang opens again. The hermit's clothes are no longer the army's PDL as before. Now the outfit is exactly ninja Scorpion. The color is black, not yellow. The girl who was just a virgin wearing jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt, now looks like a Budokai DB tournament participant. Bring the bedil, bring the sword, already seen he's a potential winner.

"Have you told your father Han?"

"Udah. Tell me to ngunci this room"

Jihan clawed the room key while shaking her hand. The sound of metal rattling sounded. Then the object rusted spontaneously, melted black, and merta directly combined sucked ring.

Srthh!! Sllph!!

"Tora!"

Jihan showed her two palms, no longer holding objects.

"...??!"

"Lang khan? Ilang, isn't there? Pat ta. ngaan."

"Trus..?" marcel asked flatly, his gaze cold and solemn.

"Hhhh.nih obsession will have no end, Cells," said Jihan while handsome waist, bowing his head. "Gue likes the Queen."

"Heart nempel with Nia. Trusses.. I'm the same elo, same barbarians. The cadaver is all too."

Jihan entered the portal, walked past Marcel. "Yuk to elo room. We are not alone here. Let's just get worse."

"Han, you came to my shirt cake. Hhhh.."

After being left, Marcel protested and immediately limp.

"Cool! That's it. The bike, no mask!"

Jihan kept climbing the floor of the hallway approaching the opposite courtyard. Marcel silently digested, he immediately moved following Jihan with a slight brightening. These two barbarians have made a pact.

but Jihan took Marcel to the room. Hadee.. 🤪

As Marcel tells us, the Panti is not much different from the server. It's just, his "miracle" isn't as complicated as the Center. In the home of sophistication there is only a wormhole, because it can be used as a monitor he said.

The hallway is connected to the hex room.

The area of the room is approximately 210.5 m², or each wall is 9 meters. The room at the end of this hall is called Entrance aka lobby.

A wormhole that is connected to the outside world is like this:

After the Entrance, the next space is the cells that are equally wide to each other, lined up one banjar.

The blue wormhole is the door of the ascetic house, which is filled in like this:

From the entrance, there is a computer room or manual work. Next there is a central room and also a kitchen. From the middle of here all the rooms can be entered.

Jihan already knows where Marcel's body is. He entered through the wooden door into the home of the hermit. Then find the computer room. Jihan opened the door again and arrived at the dining room, but went straight into Marcel's room, no matter what the owner was following.

"Yet you're also in your room."

Marcel was lying in bed. His clothes are different from his onmind appearance, Marcel still wears t-shirts and jeans.

Jihan closed the door and told Marcel to shut up. Then he got into bed, fell down and hugged the body of the friend like his behavior on a roll.

"Kuya. Why.." commented Marcel on the door. "We belom muhrim."

"Norom."

Without a care anymore, Jihan immediately closed her eyes with Marcel's protested body position, putting her foot on the room master's thigh.

"Barbar lang. I should've climbed up, Han."

- 😄 khan? both of them.

Daph!! Jihan landed at the height of three beds, then walked over and then descended from the invisible layer, peeping on the floor of the room.

"It's good that guys are girls" said Jihan, talking about their bodies, flat without sin.

"Just the healer (Ririn) is the same elo who has access to enter. I don't give anyone permission about the home key. But Deti can still hack his tarot card. Fixes. Lusid and astraler now can not enter without a permit owner home. Abbreviated HOP."

"The kayak that elo said. It's not good that this guy's a girl, Han. I have intention but yes. gini. The first one."

"Ya khan is just the first. Pose I should wake up."

"Wake kumaha? I think I'm comfortable hugging the barbarians."

The two walked through the walls of the house while continuing the unclear topic. Upon arrival at Entrance, there are already several children of the parlour, Jihan and Marcel ignore the busyness that goes on.

They stopped as they arrived outside Entrance, on a deserted beach.

"Ehh, but where are we? Still in the homeland of Khan, Cell? Njir, this is your remote island?"

"Well, we're moving pad. Food sources run out, move again to the old place, let's just take the harvest there. Nih pad is also still a part of basetime anyway, on the edge of the lapelnya the Romi."

Marcel immediately swiped his thumb. Instantly the sword handle was held and the blade crept up to the tip of the taper.

Trrtrth!!

"Pad's name anyway. Where's the old farm?" jihan asked while watching some men hauling a sack of vegetables, some were dragging coconuts. "Aren't you guys watching?"

"Yes taken care of. There are fisheries, farms, and farms. The fields are monitored from the manual work screen."

The set!

Finished speaking, Marcel swung the sword. The air space in front of him was imprinted, the marks looked like laser lines, flaming threads. Marcel then scratches the dimension again from the end of the line, a vertical incision.

Srr..reet!

"Who was like a gini survivor. Congratulations to you guys for living Tarzan's life."

"Not everyone is an orphan, Han. I still have my mother with Irma. We who do not know each other, can take care of each of us."

"Am I in Kartini's circle? Mamah, your mother, it's like being independent."

Srr...reetth!! Sreeth!

Sreeth!

Gliitt's!

Macel finished making a rectangle as tall as a refrigerator. Auto dimension 'fabric' opening is lost once the edges are connected. The room was hollow, inside there was another view.

"But I don't mean I don't need a guy, Han. So. gini. To what extent, I can grieve the burden of my husband being married, having children."

Marcel entered the wormhole with a slight bow of his head. While Jihan was circling the object, she was still looking for her observational answer to the wormhole. Marcel doesn't care about the friend.

"Just look around from back here."

Jihan paused from her tawaf, staring at the wormhole in the back position.

Judging from the side, the wormhole was only a line. But when viewed from behind, the object does not appear the image of the line, the ribs or the red laser as lost.

"It's like a ghost sighting. Helped in this position, the. From his side, just a straight line."

Jihan stepped forward, trying to "get in" through the back. After stepping, Jihan looked over.

The wormhole that Jihan passed by turned out to be fine, staying there was not displaced. Jihan herself, the observer is not lost, free from the impact or exposure to the existence of the wormhole.

"What are the lines intermate as well huh, interacting with the future and the past? Umm, it's a tough case I've ever dealt with.."

Jihan suddenly Conan Edogawa, rubbing his chin.

Meanwhile, the scene inside the wormhole seemed to be the location of the correctional institution aka the prison hallway. His two guards were still chatting with Marcel. Jihan remains busy with the investigation of the unknown object, daydreaming about it.

Zwwishhhh!

"Ehh.. Nat?"

Jihan was blown away by the sound of a layer of wormhole, plus the figure that hit the flat, the girl wrapped in F1 clothes seemed to be shouting for Jihan to come in, and continued to cry mentioning the same word. Jihan looked bright to see it, she immediately entered, given distance by the child who had out of nowhere.

"Aarrrghf.. Nature!!"

Dephs!

The squatting jehan hugged Nature, the two hugged without a care the wormhole vanished from sight.

"Beah.. Hicks! Huhu.. Nature kangen! Ray's really mean to say Mamah's a tangle. Huuu. Mamah, this is Nature! Huu. uuu.. Hikk.

"Yes, Honey. Nutrition hurts a lot about you. Hikk.. Don't cry dong, Nat. This is Mama's come."

"City.uuu.. Don't want to"

"Yes. Mom also misses you, honey. Hikk.. Yuk, we go for a walk first."

"Huuu. Nature just settled. bring food. huuu. uuu from McWell, Mah."

Nature has taken off her arms, is now wiping her face by hand, clearing the flood.

"Hiks, you're working again, honey? Hikhs.. Very diligent. hyks. Here, let.. The mama who cleansed. hikks."

Jihan also rubbed Nature's face, letting her own tears, which were still flowing.

"Yes.. Huuu. Ray's a real bad guy.."

"Udah. Yeah, honey.. He's on duty again. He's working again, too. Hikk-hiks.."

Nature immediately hugged Jihan, her tiny hands going back under her armpits. Marcel had leaned against the iron trellis near them, he chose to listen. Jihan returned the embrace of Nature, even she stood up lifting the boy.

"Hhh, I know the room. Yuk..!"

Marcel walked away from the backrest, his hands empty. Ray and his bedel are not allowed to be taken. This prison has the logo of rice circle, aka owned by UNO.

Jihan immediately followed, letting Nature's feet clamp her body. From its rather slow motion, Nature turned out to be quite heavy. But her thin mother looked capable of carrying.