LOST IN JIN VILLAGE

THE ANGER OF JIN KORIN

Now Aril realizes that Basri has fainted.

Anxiety and worry haunt him even more.

Earlier, Basri screamed in fear before he fainted, a sign that he saw something terrible.

Pockmarks.

That's the word that came out of Basri's mouth. Means around here there are creatures in the form of pocongs. Thought Aril.

Thinking about it, fear re-spread in Aril's heart.

Aril's head spun around looking around, wanting to ascertain what exactly, which made Basri faint.

Meanwhile, in front of the cave the creature laughed in excitement, when he saw Basri frightened, and fell unconscious.

It seemed like he was witnessing something funny, so his laughter did not subside.

It was only when Aril stared, right at him.

The creature stopped laughing, then opened its mouth wide.

So wide the opening of his mouth, making his upper lip, almost to the lidad.

So that the two eyes of the creature were closed, by his lips and teeth.

While the lower teeth are fused with the chin, down to the chest.

Maybe because of the width of the opening of the mouth of the creature, so that the left and right cheeks cracked stretched, down to the ear.

This makes the inside of the throat clearly visible.

From his throat protruded red flesh like a tongue.

The tongue is moving slowly out.

Very long.

There were probably about three adult jengkal, the tongue was outside his mouth.

The tip of the tongue moves the goal-geol to the left and to the right. It was as if it was scaring Aril.

However, what the creature did, escaped Aril.

Although the teenager's eyes were pointed right at the face of the monstrous creature.

Maybe Aril's ears have budeg, and his eyes become blind, but only specifically for astral beings, which shaped pocong.

Because, the sound of other night animals, still enter into the ears of the teenager responsibility.

Suddenly the pocong-shaped creature stomped its feet, then soared into the air.

Just a moment, the creature had been beside Aril.

For a moment he looked at Aril's face, then stuck out his tongue while wiggling it left and right.

Goal-geol, like a living eel being hung.

His eyes dodged, his eyeballs swirled as if teasing.

"Tri wi wi wiiill ...! Tri wi wi wiiill ...!"

The sound came out of the creature's mouth. But this time it sounds 'tri wi wi wiiilll.'

I don't know what kind of sound it is, and I don't know what it means and what it means!

Owh, maybe it sounds like that, the goal is to tease Aril.

Similar 'ciluk ba, ' roughly meaning.

Can be written but cannot be interpreted.

But Aril is still careless, which makes the creature gawk while shaking its head.

Maybe he was surprised by the behavior of Aril, who did not want to be tempted.

"Thankhhh ...! Phuahhh ...!"

Feeling that the action is unable to affect Aril, the creature finally blows Aril several times.

"Well, rasain now! Just felt, right? Cold, right? Bhua ha ha ha!"

The pocong-like creature was excited to see Aril's attitude, he felt his action tempted Aril, this time to fruition. So that laughter came out of his mouth. Just like the laughter of Buto Ijo in fairy tales.

"What a surprise, it was like there was a wind blowing in my face" Aril murmured.

"That's not the wind, Coy ...! That's inyong's breath! He he he ..." exclaimed the jinn korin with excitement, while advancing the head to the front of Aril's face. The distance between their two faces is getting closer.

His laughter returned. This time his voice was similar to the laughter of the magic grandfather.

But Aril didn't hear it. Don't listen, don't look. Although the face of the creature was plastered as big as gaban, in front of his face.

"You are the wind. Like a carcass smell." Aril muttered again, which made the creature unceasingly pull his head from before Aril, his expression changed drastically. Piqued.

When the creature heard Aril's murmur, he immediately breathed in both palms, then inhaled it with a long pull.

Maybe he wants to feel the smell of his breath, to prove the truth of Aril's words. Whether the breath really smells of carrion or not.

"No smell of carrion" he murmured softly with a hint of embarrassment. After inhaling and enjoying the smell of his breath.

"Hoiiii, by the way, watch dong's mouth! Good for the smell of carrion ...! You're the one who stinks of carrion ...!" The creature looked angry, as his gaze turned to Aril.

Several times he pointed his fist at Aril, in the style of Muhammad Ali releasing his flagship jeb-jeb. But none of those jebs touched Aril's body. Just pass you by.

Suddenly the two eyeballs of the creature turned red, like a fireball. Perhaps it was because of the anger that had peaked in his heart. Moreover, his jeb-jeb was considered the wind by Aril.

Whether what science is used Aril, so that astral beings who intend to tease him, precisely the urgency and anger are not out of whack.

"Udah smells of carrion, like there's the smell of piss, the smell of piss again. Like pissing people out eating rotten jengkol. Make eneg. The rotten jengkol is eaten!" Aril again grumbled, shaking his palm in front of his nose.

"Oooo, really insult this one, this one human, huh!Long ago thisong swallow also nih people! Don't know him yet, if thisong is able to swallow a man round and round!" Jin korin is growing.

His umpteenth is getting worse, when suddenly Aril is waiting. Aril's attitude really makes the jinn korin feel harassed. Moreover, Aril's buttocks lead right to the face of the jinn korin.

Aril was waiting with the intention to bring his ears closer to Basri's nose. Maybe want to feel the breath of his best friend. See if Basri is breathing or not.

Broooottt ...

Unexpectedly, from Aril's butt came a very loud farting sound. Either because of shock, the genie korin who was right behind Aril jumped, and jumped back a few meters.

The swearing and swearing came back from his mouth.

"Based on man does not know manners! A man who has no character! It's clear thisong is again standing right near his ass, wearing a fart again! Where the wind farts until it feels on thisyong's face. Basic man si4lan, man is not moral karimah!"

Jin korin was cursing indistinctly, shaking his hands in front of his face. Perhaps Aril's fart is very smelly, so the jinn can be made up of fog.

Meanwhile, Aril was still fervently listening to the breath from Basri's nose. Without feeling the slightest guilt, let alone feeling sinful towards the creature behind him, which he has made a foggy.

[Aril if again khusuk is so, does not mempan the same jinn disorder. But his solemnity, if again not worship only. Another turn of prayer, his mind drifted everywhere. ]

"Alhamdulillah, Basri is alive" Aril said gratefully.

"Thank God, nutmeg lu peang ...! Your friend is alive! But thisong is almost as muddy as the smell of farts!"

Aril's speech was answered with a more flavorful ketus by the jinn korin. But still Aril can not listen to him.

Jin Korin was still shaking his hands in front of his face. Seeing the face of the creature is sad. It is certain that Aril's fart really stinks.

Perhaps the smell of Aril farts over such a dose, caused by grilled fish. Because, during his stay at the house of Sarwo sir, the side dish that Aril ate was only grilled fish, and always grilled fish.

"Kapok inyong seduces this kind of man. Mending Inyong swallow round. Inyong responded with the smell that was in in inyong's stomach. Let him enjoy what this stomach smells like. Keh keh keh!" The creature returned. This time it was accompanied by a loud ruckus similar to a magic grandmother. The attached man, exactly.

Meanwhile, the tip of his hand was still busy going up and down fanning the face, hoping that the scent of Aril's farts would soon pass.

The creature moved towards Aril slowly. While Aril has moved position. Now he was sitting crouching near Basri's feet. He scowled the soles of Basri's feet, trying to get the cement up immediately from his stupor.

After the creature was right next to Aril. He sat there crouching. He stared at Aril's face for a moment, with a cold but flat look. Then the creature brought his head closer to Aril's face slowly.

The creature's gaze did not shift from Aril's face. A sharp, flat look, but as if scanning to investigate.

Hatred was drawn from his face, which from the mouth down was skull-shaped. Their two faces were getting closer, perhaps the distance was not even one inch away.

The creature's gaze grew sharper, now the two eyeballs are directed right into the bead of Aril's eye. But Aril still felt nothing.

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