NEMESIS SWORN BUT MARRIED (JANDaku)

JANDAKU (92) FROM HAPPY TO GOD-LEVEL ANGER

I can't sleep tonight. Seconds and seconds of working hours perched on the nightstand made me count the steps one by one.

My room window was opened. Looked at the window of the room opposite the house. Arif and Siti Alifah's house.

Good night, JANDAKU baby! Dream beautiful! Dream of me too, dear Lipah!

My lips are smiling shyly.

I feel like a teenager in love. And it's like coming back young because my Alifah has come home.

But suddenly I saw the reflection of a suspicious shadow from the window of the opposite room.

Uh, what is that??? What is Alifah doing in the middle of the night before this blind morning? Why haven't you slept? Why move like you are...

Whjim!!! It was like there was another person's shadow!!!

I jumped right out of bed. Darting out of the house was like flying into Alifah's house.

The spare key of the house that I still hold makes it easier for me to quickly get into it.

With a thousand foot step, I headed towards the room that had looked suspicious.

Door's locked!!!

Dor dor...

"Open up!!! Goddamn!!!"

There's no answer.

But my feelings are very strong and feel bad.

Bruaks.

I tried to kick the door. The door was apparently opened from inside.

"Bao... Gatot???"

"Whatever!!! Bastard tol*l!!!"

Bug bag bug

Plaque, plaque plaque plaque

"Abs!!!"

Desighs... Jedug

Dug dug dug

"Yinya..."

"Your dajjal people!!!"

Prak!!!

"aaa... Ampuuuns! Pardon, Baaang!!!"

Dug dug dug

Jedug

Desighs...

Gubrag!!!

The three dead men were lying on the floor with blood splattered from their faces, mouths and noses.

I hold Alifah's body uncovered with a thick blanket. Kurobek the closing cloth that gagged my JANDAKU's mouth.

Alifah and I shed tears.

Bangs***t!!! These bastards must die in my hands!!!

Mind confused. My brain is frozen with anger.

What I have in mind is where the knife I can use to hit the heart of evil savage humans who as bad as udelnya have done contempt for JANDAKU.

"Gatots! Gatot!! Hik hik hicks..."

"Where's the knife? Where's knife???"

I can't think straight. I took an active salon sound system that is as big as gaban. Then I slammed into the bodies of the dajjal men who collapsed.

"They're!!!" the cry of Alifah makes me a bully.

I wept. The roar fell under the feet of Alifah who was still wrapped in a bedcover blanket because his body was half naked.

"Hik hik hicks...! Hik..."

We cried down below.

That night, it was a night of disaster that turned my happiness into a god-level rage.

A quarter of an hour we sobbed in tight bodies, hugging each other tightly.

My consciousness is slowly emerging. I opened the blanket bedcover that wrapped Alifah's body.

Almost!!! Those bastards did indecent things to MY JANDAKU!

I picked up the clothes on Alfah who was lying on the side of the bed. It turned out to have been torn apart.

I got Arif's shirt and pants. Then give it to Alifah.

"Wear this!"

I also took pictures of the goddamn licks who were weakly rolled and fainted after I had them one by one.

That same night, I called the 110th precinct service.

At two in the morning, Arif's house was crowded with police and local authorities. They easily snatched the three young men who claimed to be Arif's friends and entered the house because they had access to the spare key from the owner of the house.

Alifah and I participated as witnesses and victims of the acts of abuse and s*sual abuse that the three did to Alifah.

The authorities also interrogated me for beating the savage bastards who dared to touch MY JANDAKU. One of them is in critical condition.

Of course I defended myself. I'd be even more satisfied if everything died.

Alifah despite severe trauma, but can still strengthen and calm down this.

The investigation ended at three in the morning.

At four o'clock in the morning, Arif came to the police station. He visited me and Alifah who were still in the intensive care room because of Alifah's psychics who were quite shaken.

Plaque.

I slapped Arif in front of Alifah and several police officers.

"I told you from the beginning! Is this what you said, friend? Those you consider seiya's friends? Good and virtuous supposing to be directed to the right path?" my curse is getting Arif to fall on the floor.

Crying he really so after knowing the actions of his three friends who often stay and are learning to teach him.

Bug bug

Arif punching office ceramic floor. Annoyed mixed with tears. His eyes occasionally glanced at me and Siti Alifah.

"Sorry, Brother! Hik hik... Sorry..."

The two brothers embrace each other. The crying of Alifah broke again.

I could do nothing but strengthen the two and embrace Arif and Alifah's shoulders.

Five o'clock more my mother's father's coming. It seems his Fajr prayer was done in a hurry to want to see the condition of his sons and daughters.

I'm sad. Dad's body looks a little frail. Last night was not good. But this morning he forced himself to drive his old toad VW car to pick us up at the local Police Station.

We have entered the complaint report file. The suspect is now in custody.

Mr. Kapolsek explained that one day they will call us for the next process.

They also guarantee the safety of the victim if there are disturbing things such as terror, threats from the accused.

Alifah accompanied by Father and Mother. While Arif walked down beside me.

"Hik hik hicks... I'm sorry, Bang! Sorry..."

Arif again fell down hugging my knee.

"Wake, Rif! Wake up! Nevermind! All is well! Sis Lifah is important not until why-why. If you take your brother why-why, I'll slit them all!" I said firmly to Arif who was still crying in my arms.

Hhh...

That's it, Rif! My words aren't just about the doang! I will kill those who dare to hurt the people I love!

"So this is all a lesson for us going forward. Be careful hanging out, Rif! Don't be so innocent in making friends! Sincere must be, bego don't! That friendship does not need us to position parallel to the brotherhood. Different people, different contents of the head. Lo good boy, belom certainly temen lo! As the saying goes, befriend a perfumed oil salesman. Surely you'll get smelled by his perfume oil. Make friends with the blacksmith, get ready you also splashed with the heat of the fire he was carrying."

Wadidaw... What words did I come from??? Hix... Oiya, it's from Mr. Kholidin my Religion teacher at High School. Thanks, Sir! There is at least one of his words that I can teach a lesson. Arigatou.

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