My Choice of Woman

Episode 107's

Sorry this story contains a little slasher and gore elements that can make a little cringe even nausea. The author recommends that readers are over 18 years old. May the reader be wise in his response

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The world can see the time and events that take place in it. Like different events at the same time or the same events at different times, so do the same events at the same time. Recorded in the United States census Bureau (US) or United States Cencus Bureau (USCB) there are 7.61 billion human populations on earth, and will reach 8 billion by 2027. So many in number, every human being has its own time and events.

At the same time that birth had just occurred, tears of happiness appeared welcoming the arrival of the new man. In other parts of the world, at a time when there was still either death present in the desire to weep haru, poignant for the humans he had left behind. Different events at the same time.

In 7.61 billion humans have always had different lives and walked in the same timeline. There was a barista who deftly made a painting on top of the coffee liquid. On the other hand there are also painters who are busy playing brushes on canvas. It happened at the same time, unattached to each other on the face of the earth.

Once upon a time somewhere when we walked in a lane in a garden filled with green grass, wind that blows play a child's hair. Two human children, one as a woman and the other as a man. They only walk by until fate brings them together in a single glance. Their eyes widened, a whispering feeling that they had met before. But their memory is too weak to scour every corner of the memory scanner. Only they felt like they had met, like a red thread that tightly bound their little finger. The same feeling in the time together.

That's how the world works, no matter what happens there is a cause and effect that always follows the perpetrator. In the city of Milepolis, Farah and Ilham coexist, they have gone through a process from hate to deep love. Their little family had just been built in this very pleasant city. A city that unites their love, a very special city to remember.

Inspiration is now able to make peace with the wounds that have been scratched long enough. Although sometimes he still steals time to miss the girl named Anneline. The memory is still stored neatly, sometimes the memory scanner machine back to work. The machine twisted all the memories he had once painted in the living sheets of Inspiration. Very real, even Ilham hopes to be given the opportunity to meet again with the girl who once stole his heart during High School.

Of course this desire was always buzzing in his heart, and Farah never knew it. Inspiration always welcomes all those memories even ceramic crafts shaped like a pair of geese whose two heads are fused together to form a heart frame, still he stored on his desk in the tavern. To her, the gift was her very real memories of Anneline.

Sometimes Ilham also whispered to the clumping clouds running slow in the blue sky, so that the desire could arrive somewhere the cotton blob would stop to flush out the hydrometeor particles. He really hopes that Anneline can know the heartbreak of Inspiration.

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It has been almost two weeks that Kinanti worked as a companion for Mrs Fernando. According to Kinanti, the woman was very unique and did not show much expression of laughter or smiling. Only a cold expression was always shown. Despite that, Mrs Fernando remains beautiful.

On his first day of work, Kinanti was just waiting for the woman for a full day of painting. In a room that is only white without a lot of furniture, the room is sweet except for canvas, two chairs and a table that functions as a storage area for painting tools and color paint.

Kinanti was only asked to sit in one corner of the room. Then Mrs Fernando started her painting. Something stuck in Kinanti's mind that made her a little nervous. As he scanned the entire room, there were no windows. Only installed one air conditioning machine located in the upper corner of the room in a state of light make .

As the big madam was painting, Kinanti also felt a great sense of uneasiness. This room is only white, even Mrs Fernando himself wears white clothes as well. No conversation took place for nearly twelve hours. Kinanti felt an oddity when the Great Mistress painted, even though in front of her there was no sight except a smooth wall in white.

In the painting, it is drawn only blood red with a black silhouette. It was only a color other than white that could be captured by Kinanti's sense of sight. For twelve hours he was very restless, sometimes his chest was tight, even so silent that the room he could hear the beating of his own hanging. The flow of his dararhnya seemed turbulent, Kinanti slightly tormented with the surrounding conditions. But all that does not apply to Mrs Fernando who is still calm and does not feel anything.

Shortly after Kinanti's body fell from her chair, she was very powerless to feel the pressure in this all-white room. Although his condition seemed conscious, but not with his soul that seemed to disappear. His body felt stiff, unable to be moved due to the effect of this room.

He seemed to be thrown in a very low-light room, with his pair of eyes, he saw that there were four bound people hanging in the room. They seemed to be asking for help. Kinanti tried to get close to one of them and was intent on releasing the rope that ensnared their hands and feet. But it's not as easy as I imagined. He cannot touch the human body.

“Please ...” a soft voice from one of the bonded humans.

Kinanti only became a shadow, In this condition, he was like seeing the track record of women who walked with samurai without a sheath that was firmly grasped. The woman's face was invisible because it was covered by long hair that brushed forward. At that moment Kinanti felt a gripping air coming from the woman who was carrying the samurai.

He saw the woman lift her samurai and slash quickly at the head of the man hanging in the room. One human head lay at the bottom of the floor, rolling right near Kinanti's feet. For a second, Kinanti cried out hysterically looking at the severed human head with her body as well as the eyeballs staring intently at Kinanti. Instantly as blood poured everywhere, the smell of rancid rancid into the senses of breathing made a pain that smelled its aroma. Even the tip of the sword was covered in blood. Then the woman smiled happily after the slaughter.

“Enough! Take out my slob. Lay him the room next to this room.” orders Mrs Fernando.

The maids who came directly to Kinanti's body that was already helpless. Kinanti felt that her body was lifted up, between conscious and unconscious very difficult to distinguish.

Who is that girl? Why did he slay the head of a human whose body was tied up like a beast with a samurai sword? Who her?

Suddenly the door of the room opened, Lady Fernando went inside and looked with a cold gaze of her companion who was still helplessly sprawled. Then he sat down on the bed. Hurriedly Kinanti woke up, but was immediately prevented by the mistress.

“No need to get up, rest. I just wanted to ask you, what do you see?” mrs Fernando asked with a cold gaze but was able to stab at Kinanti's soul.

With a trembling body Kinanti replied, “Se ... something very terrible ...” Kinanti still could not continue her story. He was still terrified about the memory.

“Mim ... bu dream ... bad ...” Kinanti's voice is more pronounced, then he cries as if hating his vision earlier. It was still clearly imprinted with the head of the manuisa who rolled and stopped at the tip of his foot.

Mrs Fernando smiled with her lip polished lip lip red. It was the first smile that Kinanti saw today. A smile that makes a sadistic impression. He raised one of his index fingers attached to his lips a sign to silence.

“T need to be told. Just save it for you, and carry that memory until you die.”

The words of Mrs Fernando are very sadistic with pressure in every word. Kinanti felt that the woman sitting on the edge of her bed was a woman filled with mystery. He only knew that Mrs Fernando's real name was Anneline Horation.

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