Misty Soil
Deceptive glint
Warid caught up with him in apparent dismay seeing Aaron faint with a very pale face. This time he tried to hold back his selfishness to have Aaron as completely as in the past. Patience once suppressed feelings, anxious hope in the calamity that still drowned the woman in grief.
Due to inadequate medical facilities, Aaron was taken to the hospital. Warid and the guards followed from behind. They put Aaron next to Herman's room. Warid sought every effort to treat the two, until one of his closest guards delivered the address of a man with spiritual knowledge.
“Master, I'm not sure this guy can cure, but at least we should try.”
“Yes you're right, tomorrow we'll be there.”
Inside there are still empty soul-predating waiters. Herman comma in his long sleep. Sukma gentayangan having nightmares can not be awakened. Trying to re-enter the body but another dimension of natural space gets in the way.
“Herman my son!” shrill voice Aaron called out inside his weakly drooping body.
“Don't move much, you should be healthy as soon as possible. Don't you love Herman? Why did you go to that damned lake?”
There are a lot of questions from Warid. The man demands the actions of Aaron who nearly killed himself.
“You will never understand how important Herman's life is to me. He has to live even though my life bets” replied Aaron.
“Then it's like that in your opinion let me be his replacement.”
“No.!”
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On the other side of the village gripping
Amongst the scattered hooves of the demons, there was a black light that was slipped by Rambe. Nothing could stand in the way of his will to snatch away the pure air of man. This time he poured anger inside another figure who was sent to harm Sandika.
“You can't protect that human being all the time, ahahah.”
“What has sister done?”
“I'm just trying to test his faith.”
“Sister, please don't hurt Sandika.”
One of the black firefly lights turned into a golden bar. Sandika stopped playing the pianika seeing the golden sparkle. The man's eyes did not turn green instead frowned after seeing the gold that should have changed his life. Even the envelope containing the money given by Aaron had not touched the contents in the least. The man who was not thirsty for wealth, he continued his steps of leaving him.
“Sandika.”
“Sandika approaching lah.”
The figure of Rambe is not endlessly seductive, now he transformed into the figure of Murga. Sandika looked back to see Murga returning her smile. Sandika felt that she was not the firefly-bearer she used to meet. Hands out, a grinning smile and a sharper look. Sandika did not return the hand. He turned his body, his eyes closed looking the incarnation of a figure in red clothes.
“You are not Murga”.
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Studying the same science as the pigeon. The half-dead Kam screamed in pain as his body was possessed by the waiter for the sacred object. From the inside, the pure human air was absorbed leaving a thin body dry. His fresh blood in red changed black protruding black veins on the neck up to the hands.
Stage after stage, rituals and conditions that he must live for the sake of perfecting science. Keris that initially felt cold turned very hot to cause embers. We managed to get that knowledge. On a quiet night, he laughed out loud as he raised a dagger above the sky.
“Today I can avenge me!"
His different appearance stood in front of Edi's house. He offers treatment through sacred kris. The first person he tried was Edi, the man was still limp drooping next to Mr. Babat who was still busy concocting herbs.
“I'm sorry I don't want to step over the old man in this village. But let me try to help him” Kam said.
Without waiting for approval from the man's answer, he commited to turn on the incense in a container made of coconut shells. They were surprised to see Kam using the sacred keris belonging to the maid.
“Look, sir Edi looks normal back” said Tedi.
“There is a strange from him” whispered Kadi.
Mr. Babat covered the wound with herbs that he had mixed. He did not want to get carried away with thinking badly after the citizens who witnessed it said something no-no to Kam. The most important thing is Edi's recovery.
“Relax all, before we have to say thank you to Mr. Kam. Regarding your questions, one by one should ask carefully why the keris can reach in his hands” said Mr. Babat.
“Pak, is it not clear that the death of the maid must have something to do with her?”
“Now quickly explain Kam why the keris can be in your hands?”
The question of the residents who attacked him, on the other hand the figure of the occupants who dwelled in keris waiting for the master to use the sacred object.
“I'm not the suspect in the murder of the maid. This kris came to me on its own and gave me the money to use it” Kam said.
His lies cover up the fact that he took the keris from the hands of Bondan's corpse. Considering that the man could actually even heal Edi, the citizens listened to the words of Mr. Babat. They also made Kam as a substitute for the maid.
The news of Bondan's corpse which was found in a terrible way was tightly covered. After the change of the second shopkeeper, some villagers who know the wisdom of the new budger make them re-occupy their homes.
“Look at the arrogant man looking up raising his arrogant face. Just wait, I'll break his neck soon.”
“Rambe, I know you've taken his wife and children. The birth of her child you have destroyed with a desire that you cannot endure.”
Gumamtong's warning that he ignored, Rambe's figure began a new war with the maid.
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Old building house made of gedek and roof rumbia. Beside him was a large tree hanging a lot of plastic in the green fly. Warid, along with two guards, stood at the door waiting for the owner to come out.
“Master, it seems like there is no one in it” Don said.
“Awas sir!”
Hen pushed Warid away from the black snake that slithered into the house. His his hissing voice disappeared changing into a male voice call telling them to come in. Steaming the smoke inside, Warid could not stand because his breath was claustrophobic until it fanned out using both hands.
“Excuse me sir, uhuk! Uhuk!”
Warid sat still standing in front of the door, the figure of the man looking glaringly observing them.
“Basic rich people don't know manners, although my hut is simple but you have to take off your footwear!” snapped it.
“Sorry sir.”
Warid and his two guards immediately took off the shoes and placed them outside.
