Misty Soil
The separation of two different beings
Under the lush trees they were drenched. Sandika wiped away Murga's skin plan, a look of pain holding back the pain she hid turned her face away. After the rain had subsided, he picked up a knife in the bag looking for a wide-sized foliage, a sliver of fallen tree branches, twigs as makeshift huts through the gripping night silence in the forest. This kind of life they live behind a sense of happiness together. But Sandika is determined to take her to the city wishing her a happy life.
Ready to set up her alakadar hut, Sandika down the forest hunting animals. He managed to catch a wild fawn cut it into pieces, wrapping it in the large leaves he had prepared. He left the head and legs of the deer, rancid with blood echoing Rambe's screeches from a distance.
The hunting distance was deliberately quite far from the makeshift hut, Sandika ran as fast as she could back towards the hut. He put the object in front of the tent, took the salt in the bag. Sowing circular-shaped salt in the region pronounces a short surah lafadz and a verse chair hoping Rambe can not get close and pass through the barrier.
“Hot, hot once!” murga's small voice blew on the wound and fanned his body with the palm of his hand.
Sandika gave life to a small fire burning, erecting some twigs. He forgot to clean the cut of meat, Sandika brought a few bottles to walk a little away from watering the meat and then speed up the step of putting the meat into the fire. Blood scars in the volume of invisible creatures, sounds heard by both.
“Do not get the source of the sound, they are partying enjoying the blood and meat you provide.”
“Murga, I do not intend in the slightest to feed them” he argued.
The roasted meat fragrance spread around the forest, from a distance Rambe saw the two devouring food. He glared out a sharp fingernail jutting ready to tear the man's organs. But only very hot embers seemed to get in the way.
“Their fire has been extinguished, the remaining embers are also a little. What's blocking me from touching it?” said it.
Knowing his brother's arrival, Rambe pretends not to see him. He gave a bribe to Sandika, clearing the edge of the man's lips. So even Sandika replied to a soft feed, drinking water bottles in alternating sips. Sandika ignored the strange taste that changed the drink, she did not care about the taste.
“Thanks Sandika.”
“Murga, repeatedly I say this has become my responsibility.”
Demonic nails were scattered outside the perimeter of the tent. Its light illuminates their rest. Murga was inside while Sandika was outside the tent, all night the demon eyes of Rambe noticed the two.
“You won't let me go!”
Rambe waited for them until morning, seeing the appearance of the figure not wanting to leave. Sandika gamang undo the intention of reading the exorcist verse. Throughout the night Murga whimpered in pain, the widened wound stung the slightly foul scent.
“Really pity you Murga” muttered Sandika.
“Sandika, have you seen my brother Rambe stalking us?”
“Ya Murga, I will stay with you even if she kills me.”
“We're stuck here, he won't let us go.”
“Let me face it.”
Backpack on the shoulder, Murga in the direction is standing behind him. The figure of Rambe reached out for two meters to reach Murga on the edge of Sandika reciting the verse of the chair as loud as possible. Rambe moved away, the faint sound of Beben and the others instantly approaching and separating the two.
“Let me uncle, you have no right to define my life! Murga is my future wife! I'll marry her!”
“Sandika, I don't want you to be an easy nest for the inhabitants of this vicious creature. Be aware! If you really love then let her go back to her origin.”
One of the men dressed in black cast a spell pulling the nail that stuck on Murga's shoulder. He helped the subtle-creature guard his body pulled out a nail giving ki jerky.
He tore apart the bodies of two executioners, devouring the contents of his organs. The shaman attacked Murga in Rambe's obstruction, beating the shaman until he groaned in pain. So will Warid who will burn it in the gust using the magic power of Rambe against the two men. Sandika immediately took Murga away. They ran to the giant rocks, Murga pushed Sandika while holding back the blood that did not stop rushing out from her back.
He turned into a creepy form, fingers resembling Rambe. Dirty dress, unravelled disheveled hair sweeping the ground, face accentuating red veins. His bent body pressed down on his back, he resisted the lusts of snatching away human blood. The demons embossed at the strong press glanced at Sandika's pulse.
“Arghh! Quickly leave me! I hate you.”
“Cannot be! Murga, I won't leave you!”
Sandika hugged her body shaking violently very cold, a stinging foul scent mixed with moans. Rambe pushed hard until he hit the rocks.
“Let go of me, quickly save yourself before Rambe kills you!”
“Murga hear me. Look into my eyes that don't lie!”
“Sandika please, if you love me then let me go!”
Because Sandika insisted on staying by her side, she used the rest of her last strength to bring Sandika flying to the edge of the forest. He locked Sandika from the car that was stuck there.
“Sandika, happy. Until whenever I still love you.”
The delicate voice disappeared leaving him, before leaving he kissed the man's forehead noisily said goodbye. A new lifetime this time Sandika shed tears for the sake of the half-human demon figure. He washed away tears, forcibly breaking the car door to the point of breaking the glass using a crowbar under the seat.
“Murga don't go! Wait for me!” his yell.
After killing all the humans who were in his way, Rambe searched for Murga. The figure lay helplessly on the edge of the lake. Rambe covered the back-witch wound the sound of her screams in pain echoed. His brother in pain infuriated Rambe and he will never forgive anyone who harms him.
“Murga where are you?” scream Sandika.
Beben managed to escape from the pursuit of Rambe. He patted Sandika on the back asking her back. His face was full of scars of Rambe's ghost, his fallen body could no longer stand.
“Sandika, please please release the ghost” he said in a small tone.
Sandika carried her best friend to the car, she was forced to leave the village. Murga flew to irrigate his departure beyond the city limits.
“Do not expect him again. Our world is different, eliminate your feelings it.”
“Sister, until I became dust figure Sandika does not disappear from my memory.”
“I won't let go of all the humans who have hurt you!”
“Sister, if one day you kill Sandika. I'll be charred right in front of you.”
“Don't you threaten me!”
Murga flew into the bottom of the misty Lake water. White powder covered the area.
