Nyi Roro Kidul Sexy
Chapter 4
Bimo
still trying to break free from the clutches of the woman standing in the
ahead of him.
He forgot what
he said when he first entered the house.
This is what makes you not know
why was this woman suddenly angry with him.
“Mbaaakkk, <TAG1>,
ja-ja-ja don't like this. Se-se-all
can be discussed with good,” said Bimo trying to lobby the woman who
still looks so angry at him.
Si
women don't care what Bimo says.
Him
looks increasingly strong gripping Bimo's neck from a distance.
“Aarggghhhh! Too-too-toliong!” yell Bimo with
robust.
Bimo
who was still in pain and trying to pull something on his neck, he still
trying to free yourself from the invisible clutches.
However
after trying with all the strength he had, it turned out to be quite difficult for Bimo to free himself.
His breathing felt increasingly narrowed, difficult for him
to breathe her.
He then tried to stand up
you can strike back at this woman.
Strange things happen.
Suddenly
all muscles of the hands, shoulders to both feet
hardened and stiff.
Him
it's hard to move.
Even
to move his fingers felt heavy.
“Duh ya Alloh, I don't want to die young. I still am
virgin and have not felt the pleasure of intercourse, I do not want to die
Alloh,” Bimo said in his heart.
Bimo kept trying to resist the power of this woman.
Slowly he stood up while continuing to endure the pain
around his neck.
But both of his legs swayed as he held back the feeling
the pain that was very very very very painful exceeded his pain when he was decided
the lover she loved again.
“Aarrggghhh! To! Tooloongg!” shouted Bimo while
trying to reach the woman's index finger.
Feel
the situation is already difficult to fight, Bimo tried to surrender by sighing
breathe and relax all the muscles of his body while saying, “Bismillah.”
And not long after that.
“Bluukkkk!”
Sudden
everything turned dark and Bimo felt his breath change for more
loose.
Him
I started hearing the voices of many people around me.
“Dek, <TAG1>,
deck Bimooo,” call someone heard
like a woman's voice.
Bimo
instantly realized.
Him
then opened both eyes.
Seen by him
ambience in
the house is full of people.
Bimo
confused about what just happened.
“This
what's up,” muttered Bimo as his eyes began to open.
Bimo
then sit on the living room floor.
His back he leaned against the living room sofa
behind her.
Visible bynyakopi
and the snack cake she had previously placed on the table had suddenly been
messy on the floor.
Visible
also by him some men and women who are in the house.
“Eee
this is on why huh?” bimo muttered in a confused heart.
“Dek, <TAG1>,
are you okay?” ask a young woman whose face is pure white
with straight hair a little blond and cut short as a shoulder.
Woman
it's named Agnes, 21 years old, Gandari's youngest daughter who owns the house
these.
Agnes
currently studying at Sebelas Maret Solo University taking Faculty
Teacher Training in Education with Master of Arts.
Facial
Agnes is very similar to the singer-songwriter Agnes Monica.
Bimo
looking at Agnes's face because she still did not know who this woman was.
“Tadi
I why yes, why did I forget,” said Bimo while scratching his head slowly.
All
the people in the room were rumbling with each other.
Audible
it's like a market.
Him
he looked at everyone in the room with a confused look.
Agnes
the one who was previously sitting beside Bimo, suddenly got up from his seat then
get out of the room and appear to activate the phone.
Him
he then contacted his brother named Via.
“Hallo mbak, Bimo deck already at home. He's just
possession Nyi Roro Kidul kaya.”
“Yeah you can do that, try asking where the phone is
hers. Contacted from earlier can not-can,” said Via.
“Yes later I asked, this is his son just realized
mbak,” said Agnes.
When Agnes was talking to her sister, from
bimo Distance
just looking at her and silence because she still does not know who Agnes is.
Suddenly.
“Already
mas Bimo, take a breath and try to relax a little. Insya Alloh can be direct
neutral,” said the adult man who then sewn both shoulders firmly
to make Bimo's attention so distracted.
Bimo's attention was distracted, he looked at the young man in the
ahead of him.
Men
this young man was named Sayyid, he used to be called Ustad Sayyid because it was a profession
primarily as a teacher najai in various taklim assemblies, has a cottage
pesantren themselves, and often meruqyah people affected by jinn disorders.
Bimo
grimacing endured the pain inflicted as Ustad Sayyid stomped both of his shoulders.
“Auuwww eh sir sorry, what's the matter? Why the house suddenly
so crowded like this,” asked Bimo while turning towards Ustad Sayyid
who still gnawed both of his shoulders.
Ustad
Sayyid then reduced the pressure on his hands.
“Sampeans
Bimo.
Bimo was shocked.
“Hah
the evil jinn? Meaning sir?” bimo asked confusedly and still continued to stare
face towards Ustad Sayyid.
Ustad
Sayyid did not answer and then repeated the massage on Bimo's shoulders with
robust.
Then read do’a with sentence, “A’udzu
bikalimatillahi tammaaati minsyarri makhlaq.”
Bimo
try to endure the pain as both hands of Ustad Sayyid feel strong and sore
once on his shoulder.
But he remembered the words uttered by Ustad
Sayyid just now, it was a reading he often heard from his grandfather
while he was still studying at the boarding school owned by his mother's grandfather.
Not long after.
“Aiiiggghhh, <TAG1>,
iiiwaaakkk,” sahut Bimo who suddenly started burping.
“Nah
it has started to come out the wind,” said Ustad Sayyid then stomped both sides
bimo's back was strong.
Bimo
withstanding the pain in his back.
Suddenly
his stomach became heartburn and he wanted to let out gas, as hard as he could bear because
fear that the smell of gas irritates everyone in the room.
However
apparently, the man's massage even forced gas in his stomach to
out until the end.
“Duuuttttt!”
Farts were forced to come out because they were not restrained
any more.
“Nah
angine came out again, wis is okay mas. Quit all,” said Ustad
The increasingly powerful Sayyid stomped on Bimo's back.
Bimo was surprised.
Subsequent to
throwing gas from his stomach, suddenly his body immediately felt light
and he feels fit again.
Body
the previous one felt heavy and difficult to move, though,
suddenly it was immediately stranded and there seemed to be no interference
anything on his body.
“Naaahhh, <TAG1>,
how is bajane mas now?” asked Ustad Sayyid while laughing cheerfully in front
Bimo.
Bimo
grinning art.
“Eeenak
sir, the body is so light,” replied Bimo smiling with pleasure.
Ustad
Sayyid then stopped his massage and he slightly stayed away because of the smell of fart
Bimo really made her nauseous.
Bimo just realized, that what used to be taught by
his grandfather turned out to be really useful for himself when
these.
However
not long after, Agnes who had finished talking to her brother then
walk near Bimo.
Moments
being near Bimo, he was shocked to suddenly smell the scent of rotten eggs.
“Ih
what the hell is this smell? How rich does fart smell?” agnes said as she closed the two holes
his nose.
“Itu
aroma jin mbak,” said ustad Sayyid who had already stood away from
the place he was before.
Bimo
smiling grinned with embarrassment to admit that the stench was
fart her.
Agnes
the smell of Bimo's farts.
“Pak
Ustad, how is this my grandfather? Already healthy huh?” asked Agnes while looking in the direction
Ustad Sayyids.
“Insya
Alloh already mbak, adek until this is quite strong,” replied Ustad Sayyid then
smiling looking at Bimo.
Some
the person who was present there then gradually moved away because he saw Bimo who was
he was human and looked strong.
“So
don't need to be taken to the hospital?” ask again while picking up the cake and
glass on the floor.
“Ngak
do not be happy, it's healthy because this,” replied Ustad Sayyid then smiled
staring Bimo.
Agnes
smile and clean the coffee that spilled on the floor, after that he brought it
glasses and snack cakes to the kitchen.
Bimo
stand up and sit on a long chair.
Him
still don't understand what happened to him.
Ustad
Sayyid then sat down beside him.
“Mas
what story just happened the same way?” tanya Ustad Sayyid
slow down.
Bimo
breathing out while looking towards the painting of a woman
Nyi Roro Kidul sexy in front of her.
Him
try to remember what happened to him just now.
Subsequent to
he reopened his memory, immediately remembering what he had just been
a natural.
“Gini
sir, if it's not wrong. I dream of meeting a woman
the one in the painting, he kept getting angry about his neck
i,” replied Bimo while staring at the painting Nyi Roro Kidul
the one in front of him.
Ustad
Sayyid nodded his head.
“Sampeans
must have done wrong in this house,” said Ustad Sayyid slowly while patting
thigh Bimo.
“Means?”
bimo asked confusedly.
“What
words to say before falling asleep?” tanya Ustad Sayyid
he began to understand what had happened to Bimo.
Bimo
speechless while staring at the painting of Nyi Roro Kidul who according to him
it's so sexy.
Suddenly he remembered what he said
when I entered the house.
“I just said baby that she's just the woman in the painting, if she's here. I would
take him to coffee,”
beber Bimo long.
