PRETTY GHOSTS

PRETTY GHOSTS
A Letter of Challenge



"I have kidnapped a woman. If you manage to find the whereabouts of that woman, then I admit you are a great person. Remember, this matter is only your business with me. If anyone else finds out, I make sure this woman's life will not be safe and there will be many lives that will be released from their bodies if you report. You're under my watch, so you don't dare to be like that. Find me, then this woman will be safe."


Ozil pecked, his eyes barely blinking as soon as he read the contents of the message he got. Benak Ozil is currently directly wandering and growing many questions approached him. Ozil took the paper into his room. There, he pondered and went back to reading the warning letter that was addressed to him. Judging from the name of the sender and also the name of the intended, it is clear that it is indeed for Ozil from Doctor Sakurata.


"So he's been watching me move all this time?" muttered. "Does Doctor Sakurata think I have powers? So who is the woman he kidnapped? What are famous people?" Various questions grew in Ozil's mind at this time. "Damn, how do I respond to this challenge?"


Ozil is at the moment confused by the challenge he has just received. Even for some time, the young man was silent in his room to find a way out. "Ah, if the woman is dbikin like the fate of other women, it could be that the woman is now a spirit? How's that woman's face?"


OZil's brain continued to think until his mind was disturbed when the sound of the phone suddenly rang and enough to make Ozil surprised. Ozil immediately shifted the green button on the screen of the phone that was already in his hand. Only a short call was made and Ozil rushed out of the room to meet the person who called him.


"Geez, Miss Lisa, you came here on purpose just to deliver food? Duh, I'm so bad, Ma'am," said Ozil as soon as he met the person who had made the phone call. She is Lisa's mother, a widow who works in the same place as Ozil.


"Don't feel good? I also no longer do anything at home. So yes mending I look at you," said Ms Lisa. "Where? Do you still have something your body feels?"


"Yes still a bit limp, Ma'am," replied Ozil lying. The young man was forced to lie because in his mind, he was afraid that Lisa would ask him to have sex. Not that Ozil is not playing with the beautiful widow, but from yesterday Ozil has had sex with three other women, so you can imagine how tired the young man was.


"Hehehe .. not good, Ma'am. You know for yourself, Rini also volunteered to take care of me. If I choose one of them, fear of good relations Mba Lisa and Mbak Rini can be tenuous. I don't want to because of me later, there are problems in the office as well. So mending I stay here, right?"


Lisa's mother developed her smile. "Oh like that? Good, you're sensitive too, huh? Yes, if so, I go home first. Later if you have really recovered, do not forget to play at home. I'm waiting for you to step in my house."


"Berez, Ma'am. Later on, if you have a holiday, I try to play to your place," Ozil replied. Lisa's mother looked happy and she came home after a short chat with Ozil in the side garden. As soon as Lisa left, Ozil went back into the room with food. "Lumayan, no need to buy breakfast," murmured Ozil cheerfully.


Until time continues to move forward, without feeling, now the afternoon is approaching. At this time replace Mbak Rini who came to visit Ozil and of course the woman also delivered food. Just like Lisa's sister, Rini also asked Ozil to come and stay over at the beautiful widow's house. Ozil rejected it too. Diabcuma said he would try to make the cantianik widow happy.


Not far from where Ozil was, there were two pairs of eyes watching the young man's movements. But the two pairs of eyes have different purposes when conducting surveillance. One was watching Ozil because it was his job, but the other was watching Ozil because he was a female ghost who needed the young man's help.


"Is he called Ozil? Looks like I have to find out there," muttered the woman's spirit.


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