Misty Soil

Pertains

What can be obtained from the figure of a subtle creature that misleads man? He perished in an unnatural death.

The rebellious flower with all its might escaped from the man's grip. He grabbed a rock nearby, hitting hard on Paijo's head. He was in pain pressing on his head which was bleeding. Flowers run hiding in one of the trees around the courtyard grounds.

"Flower out you! fucking woman! aggrh!"

Paijo shined a flashlight around. Flower's breath hunts in fear, she shuts her own mouth tightly bending the body hoping the man doesn't find it.

Rambe revealed an original form pouncing on the Flower from behind devouring every drop of his blood stream. Decap the sound of finding bones, Paijo watched the snake stealth that he had been adoring was very different from the beauty he showed.

"Is that the real queen of snakes?" he sat there unexpectedly remembering repeatedly sleeping with the figure.

Rambe flew out a sharp granddaughter uprooting his organs. Blood-stained hollow heart rate. He died removing blood from the ear canal, nose to *****.

Rambe slammed his body into the secret room. The vines that spread covered the magnificent and luxurious house. There is no gap in the least. Very strong root sticking. Residents who tried to release the roots to burn it ended up being hit by a disaster unexpectedly.

"Yesterday Edi tried to burn down the boarding house. The fire did not burn, the wind seemed to blow it. The next day Edi had a bad dream in the aftermath of high fever" said one resident who spoke at the siskamling post.

"Children passing by pass the place fondly in terror apparitions and other mystical disturbances. I'm so worried that our kids are being hidden like last time's Gemi."

"Yes, how do we cope with that haunted house? this rural village is very far from urban. It is very unfortunate that the great development of Mr. Sandika is delayed due to interference from the subtle creatures of the inhabitants of the village of Belaga Berog."

"But despite the delay, Mr. Sandika provides aid funds evenly for all villagers."

"Yes right, we're very lucky."

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"Paradise!" call Sandika.

The figure that had already turned into half a human had no power whatsoever. He could only wait, hiding his head looking at the man who kept his promise coming back to look for him. Murga ran to hug Sandika, this time thinking she would not let go of the man even in a precarious condition.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Sandika. Get me out of here, we have to leave before Rambe uses his black magic power."

"Murga, I never let go of you. I'm sorry, the vehicle that's gonna take us away forced me to stay because Beben and Uncle Warid are after me."

"I don't care about all that, as long as you come back then I feel safe and happy."

Murga and Sandika walk to find a way out. The figure who was not used to using both legs was back again treading the occasional walk fell. Embarrassed, Murga tried to stand on Sandika's back.

"When I don't usually feel the heat that brings when coming into contact with your skin, do you rarely chant a verse or don't want to burn me? truly I am the woman of error for you."

Murga's words about his heart and mind. Step stalled, Murga whispered something hoping she thought back to being by his side.

"Far inside my best wishes for your life. Think again before we go far and can't go back."

"Wheaven, even if I leave you now, I'm just as irresponsible"

"I didn't say you were like that. Sandika go, I feel the smell of Rambe getting closer to us!"

Sandika ran while holding Murga, she breathed a short verse lafazh along the way. In between the readings, Murga endured the pain of burning coals. After a few minutes passed Sandika stopped at one of the large trees whose roots formed like a corner of a concave room.

Sandika placed Murga's sitting position gently. His skin was red, he was piercing the wounds on Murga's hands.

"I'm sorry, that's the only way Rambe can't find us" Sandika said.

"I'm fine. This light wound will definitely heal soon."

In the late night, Sandika woke up staring around the forest. Wild animals lurk from behind the tree. Eyes lit up behind the darkness, Sandika clasped Murga's hands put on standby position ready to bring escape in case something suspicious happens.

Murga felt a sense of heat again, her skin was wide open giving off pus. He ignored the pain. Placing her head on Sandika's shoulder while closing her eyes.

"He is a kind man who treats me with respect despite my being half human and half ghost" Murga murmured.

The sight of two different beings forcing themselves to unite in a bond of love.

Sandika felt Murga's wet and rough hands. He saw using a flashlight that the woman's hand was festering skin torn from the burns bleeding.

Sandika took the P3k box from inside the backpack. He bandaged Murga's wounds occasionally to deceive her. The figure in front of him was strong enough to withstand this heavy wound.

"Sandika, don't stay me" the small voice of the figure still closed his eyes.

"Heaven, are you dreaming? now Murga is a human being in front of me. Whatever you are, I promise I won't leave you."

His long, tangled hair was tied up using a hair tie that he had intentionally carried inside the backpack. Sandika remembers the way Aaron tied her hair first. He practices in murga hair, taking dry leaves that stick.

Sandika released her hand to continue reading the verse hoping that the figure of Rambe did not find them.