MY PATIENTS FROM ANOTHER REALM

Chapter 2 is a strange atmosphere

My stairs go up one by one.with traditional Javanese carving motifs.but dear.such a nice house there is not a single painting on the wall...

I set foot on the second floor.

"Keep mas.and just go in.." mbak e voice earlier I heard again from inside a room with a door slightly open.there are 3 rooms there, to the other two rooms closed .no matter where all the inhabitants of this house, it is very quiet.

I opened the door of the room and apparently the shooter was already lying in a bed with romantic nuances.like the room of the newlyweds.Scented aroma yng so piercing the nose makes me a little nauseous feel..because it smells too much from that room.

"Missi mbak." I said as I took off the jacket and bag on my shoulder, and I put it on the chair facing the bed.

The mother just smiled and nodded her head...

I open the bag and grab the equipment for the teraphy as usual.

"Sorry mba.mba want to use what oil? " i ask you who wants to know his taste..

"Is there jasmine mas?" Ask her while sitting..

"Waduhh. ..ndak have mba..olive nggih? " tarku.

"Oh I'm there.Take it in the desk drawer "answer her while pointing towards the table next to me sitting.

"Whoof mba.." I said while opening the drawer that mbak his mean.

In the drawer there is only a bottle made of brass.with shaped like a handbody bottle today.

I took the other equipment and I brought it to the edge of the bed.

"Please mba.." I said while asking her mbak to lie face down. As usual, I'm teraphy with the others..

While looking at the entire room that feels makes me a bit strange because it is different from the room of the previous people.

I held the toe to start teraphy, and it felt cold.

Ahh maybe because mbak daritadi stepped on the floor. It was cold, I thought.

"Slowly slow down mas.." said mbak it ...

Swipe after Blow in addition to massage

Accompanied by massage to start relaxing the blood circulation...

"Good little mas.." said mbak slowly.

"Yes mbak.bentar.here in the ratain used to massage, let's taste good." said I who still massages on the area of his feet.

The mother just nodded slowly.

The smell of the pungent smell is increasingly felt.in addition to the howls of dogs began to earthy.

"Mas.." he said..

"Yes mba.." I replied...

"You're a brave man yes." said the mbak again.

"Ndak mbak..only must pass through here.rather than the far muter through Semarang.." kilahku. ..padahat my guts at that time shrunk too.

"Later mas if tired of sleeping here only.no need to go home "pinta mba...

" do not mba.later also parents get angry. Or the sodaranya sampean.and also sy sdh terbiasapun late at night.."push me.

"I live alone mas.ku all died in an accident on the road bend there" he said, pointing to the direction where I became reminded of the figure I met earlier.who disappeared when I found it

Mba wants to tell a lot about the tragedy that befell his family.miris, sad and scared when I hear all that.

While outside, the howling of the dog is increasingly sounding unpretentious.fabric window open itself which is blown by the wind from outside.I try to move to close the window

but I would forbid me so I wouldn't close that window either

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