Nyi Roro Kidul Sexy
Chapter 20
The night has arrived.
Bimo tried to call his mother back to ask
money to help Agnes.
However, her mother's number still could not be her
contact.
Now replace him who became agitated because of worry
can't help Agnes.
Since her parents can't get in touch, try
he's calling Agnes.
“Ya deck,” said Agnes while receiving a call from
Bimo.
“Mbak, mom hasn't picked up my phone yet.”
“Waduh, how do ya dek.”
“Tomorrow to leave for Solo at what time?”
“Jam seven in the morning, because ten o'clock would
online registration continues offline registration on campus.”
“Jam ten yes, I hope you can mbak if the clock
ten,” said Bimo trying to calm Agnes.
“Or, if you can't do anything deh deck. Maud
want to live only on tiktok, say you who love many gifts,” said Agnes.
“Hah! Live on tiktok? Do you have a Tiktok account?”
“Punya dong, but malem later mbak livenya. Let
a lot of guys watching.”
“Hah! I even want to be watched by a guy, I really want to
why?” bimo asked in a major tone.
“There is, yes deck. You want to bob first, later
if there is any news. Call immediately, but if there is no certainty as well
it's okay anyway. Moga aja tonight mbak dapet gift a lot,” said Agnes.
Bimo wondered what Agnes would do
later.
Not long after that, Agnes sounded deadly
the cellphone.
Bimo put his phone on the table
take a long breath.
“Huuffff, there is-there is this Agnes,” muttered Bimo
in heart.
She laid her body on Agnes' bed
quite tender and fragrant aroma bed linen, similar to the perfume worn Agnes
all this time.
Suddenly the shadow of the body of my brother
his cousin appeared in his dream.
But that night the mood
the village of Gondomanan is quite crowded with sounds
hajatan neighbors who are 600 meters from the budenya house, make Bimo's mind diverted to sing Javanese songs.
Not long after, a faint sound of Adhan was heard
isya’ who began to reverberate from the village mosque.
Some of the singers who were previously singing were,
finally forced to stop for a moment to listen to the voice of the Adhan to begin
reverberate.
Bimo then stood up from the bed, and immediately
walk to the kitchen.
He took the ablution water and immediately took the scabbard to
go to the mosque.
Before leaving for the mosque, he turned the sound of a murotal using his other cellphone that he used to use for
open youtube.
Subsequent to
that is, he stayed the old cell phone at home and he went to
mosque to perform Isya’ prayers by bringing
the new phone.
Finished
performing Isya’ prayers at the mosque near the house, Bimo did not immediately go home
he came home because he was lonely.
In order to
spending time, he stopped by to sit hanging out in angkringan near the house while
enjoy grilled rice with a side dish of chicken peppered with spicy sambal.
And
coincidentally that night angkringan again deserted, Bimo also took the time to
stop by angkringan which is located about 100 meters from the budenya house.
Bimo
then go inside and order a glass of hot tea, legi (sweet) and thick or
the abbreviated Nasgitel.
While
waiting for his nasgitel tea to come, Bimo took a pack of grilled rice along with it
two fry that he put next to his plate.
“Nephew
bu Gandari ya mas?” ask the seller angkringan when serving sweet hot tea
and thick next to Bimo.
“Iya
sir, I tried to sleep in this mallem,” replied Bimo with a smile.
“Same
who lives there mas?” continued the angkringan seller with curiosity.
“Self
sir,” replied Bimo who was still busy chewing grilled rice.
“Great,
dare to really stay there alone,” praise angkringan seller while
pointed his thumb towards Bimo.
Bimo
smiling gets the compliment.
“Mas
sorry, I didn't mean to scare. I often you know there is a girl nari herself in the houseit,” revealed
the seller looked at Bimo.
“Halah,
I just arrived yesterday afternoon instead possessed on the tread,” replied Bimo with a smile.
“Terms
mas?” asked the angkringan seller in shock to his eyes when he looked at Bimo.
“Iya
really, it was Ustad Sayyid who helped me wake up,” answered
Bimo tried to convince.
“Weh
dare to really,” said angkringan seller while shaking his head.
Bimo
I smile when I hear that compliment.
To him
there is nothing he fears except Allah as the Lord of all nature,
both human nature and supernatural nature.
“Mas
need to know, supernatural beings like them are actually
there you know,” said angkringan seller told Bimo.
“Iya
sir, that supernatural thing actually exists. And it's part of the pillars of faith,”
sahut Bimo continues angkringan seller talks.
Salesman
angkringan also smiled happily with Bimo's opinion.
“Wah
sampean insight is quite broad yes mas it turns out,” said angkringan seller with
smiling pleased.
“I
this guy likes to talk to everyone sir, whatever he wants to talk about
I definitely like and try to be able to know,” said Bimo while continuing
chewing rice.
means until the person,” continued angkringan seller who still continues
praising Bimo.
Bimo
just nod his head slowly while continuing to chew.
Si
the angkringan seller then walked out of the tent to pick up the charcoal
which he put outside the tent.
Bimo
still enjoying his grilled rice alone.
And
while being engrossed in eating, suddenly the smell of the fragrance of jasmine flashed to
bimo Noses.
Instantaneously
Bimo.
However
he was not too scared and confused because suddenly a man came
the middle-aged whose hair was full of gray hair sat in front of him.
Facial
the man seemed familiar in Bimo's memory.
However
he forgot who the old man was.
Glance
he saw the old man looking very much like a canteen
his birthfather.
However
because he did not know anything familiar, Bimo just kept quiet and continued
his meal.
Moments
being engrossed in eating, Bimo felt that there was something strange about the old man.
Men
old it was from him coming until the food was almost gone, all he did was
looking at Bimo's face.
No
even if he takes food or orders a drink, even touches it
no he did.
Matters
it makes Bimo become all wrong because it is seen continuously.
Till
finally, when the grilled rice had run out and Bimo sipped his nasgitel tea
until the remaining half. Bimo tried to dare to start talking first.
“Eat
sir?” hail Bimo in a friendly manner.
Sired
it just nodded its head slowly and still did not let out a single fracture
pun word.
“What
want to order a drink?” bimo once again in a friendly manner.
Sired
it shook its head as it continued to smile to Bimo.
Visible
the old man's face was slightly pale and only smiled when he saw Bimo.
Suddenly
“Brakkkkk.”
Audible
like the sound of things falling outside the tent.
“Mas
mas, can you ask for help?” shouted angkringan seller calling Bimo
all of a sudden.
“Priest
sir?” sahut Bimo who immediately left the old father who was still sitting in
ahead of him.
Bimo
walk to the angkringan seller outside the tent.
Him
see the father of angkringan sellers who are still busy holding a pot filled with water
it was hot, and in front of him was a wooden shelf containing charcoal and some wood
the fire fell on the streets.
“Amit
mas, ask for help to be spiked first so as not to disturb people passing by. My
do not bring this water into,” pinta pak seller angkringan when seeing Bimo
who stood near him.
“Oh
yes,” replied Bimo who immediately deftly set up the wooden shelf.
Bimo
then put back the charcoal and some firewood into the shelf
those.
Subsequent to
finished putting charcoal and some firewood, Bimo then washed
his hands are in a bucket of clean water.
Then
he went back inside to his seat.
Moments
go inside, Bimo was shocked.
“Kemana
yes father earlier?” bimo muttered inwardly while looking for him out of the tent.
“Search
who's mas?” ask the angkringan seller who was surprised to see Bimo looked confused
and looking for someone.
“Sampeans
know the old gentlemen sitting here are not sir?” bimo asked as he walked in
in the tent again.
“Who?
There was no one from earlier besides sampean,” replied the angkringan seller
shocked to see both eyes.
“Eh
really sir, that was. Old man whose hair is a lot of gray hair. He sat in front
I was this,” Jabar Bimo with a tense face.
“Ngak
there you know mas, I entered earlier not people kok there,” said angkringan seller
no less tense was his face.
Bimo
he was silent and took his tea glass.
Moments
going to drink, how shocked Bimo was.
“Kok
my tea is over, right? The feeling was still the remaining half,” muttered Bimo confused while
keep looking at his tea glass.
“Why
mas?” ask the angkringan seller while coming to Bimo.
“Kok
my tea is over, sir, what's up to drink?”
“Astaghfirullah, <TAG1>,
not mas. Eh but last time I entered, the tea sampean still there you know.”
Bimo
immediately shocked in shock.
Her face
immediately tense while staring at the face of the angkringan seller.
“Means
father was drinking,” said Bimo while looking out the tent.
