Rosie Sanders!
behind the door
"For kang, I'm Paul, the new resident of the complex here. Her favorite neighbor neng Noora beautiful pake really despite her iller wrapped around the rich island of Borneo just worked on." Noora's eyes widened perfectly. Rushing the woman towards the rearview mirror kang Jumri.
Seen white traces on both corners of his lips, really make Noora want to have occult science. To get rid of himself from there. Really embarrassing his inner swearing irritated.
With the mainstay style, close the hole dig hole. As soon as Noora did, she used her own saliva to remove the traces of dry saliva on the corners of her two lips.
Paul clenched his mouth and held back a laugh. It could be that the woman will come out deer horns if her self releases a curse laugh, in front of the cherry mothers who are now also shopping ria.
"Neng Mora just woke up? Last night must have been fun to talk to Paul until late at night huh?" Canda a woman who was fat, look like the woman saw Paul coming into the fence Noora's house. But did not see the man out again, it was because Paul used the jump style of his mainstay frog.
"Ah, that...." Said Noora nervously, as if she was caught stealing vegetables kang Jumri.
"I just stopped by for a minute, Andini's mom, Mora's kitchen light broke. So I offered to replace her." Sela Paul when he saw Noora began to be nervous and uncomfortable with the question of the neighbor across their house.
"Oh so, good son Paul. As good neighbors, help each other. I just often ask for help mas Yudi next door if you want to masang tube. About her fear of exploding if she puts it on her own." The woman smiled without burden.
"Huh?" Paul looks very cengo. What if Mr. Yudi who put it on the guarantee will not explode, or Andini's mother deliberately sacrificed the poor man. Or deliberately wanted to widow the middle-aged man's wife. Paul was amazed. His neighbors turned out to have a super unique story to examine further.
"It's neng, the total is all 72rb. Wade ain't all of you? There's layer cakes, potato doughnuts, mayonnaise risoles." Said kang Jumri promoting his other merchandise.
"Add the risoles two equal layers also two." It was not Noora but Paul.
Noora mendelik disliked, upset because the man really knows his favorite snacks. The prestige? That's vivid.
"No kang, I'm afraid of diabetes if you eat sweet. I'm too sweet of a deal." Reject Noora with a joke. Though his spit has almost melted to see the package of snacks hanging beautifully asking to be bought immediately.
"Wrap the kang, I want what I just called." Paul doesn't care about Noora's words. He knew Noora painstakingly resisted the temptation of her sweet sandwich cake, as well as the salty sweet risoles.
After he finished shopping, Paul went into the courtyard of his house. After closing the fence, the man went back to jumping frogs to the side yard of Noora's house.
It looks like the woman is slicing accordingly on the kitchen table. Paul cheered when he saw the kitchen door open slightly.
"Khemmmm..." Noora almost said goodbye to her index finger. The woman looks clenched holding back emotions.
Noora turned around while pointing her kitchen knife at Paul, suddenly making the man jump reflexively onto the chair until it slipped. Paul's forehead hit the end of the table until it made a torn wound wide enough there.
Noora tried to be relaxed, even though her heart was thin. With the body shaking, Noora helped Paul sit on the chair.
Paul was silent withstanding the pain, especially the more domineering shame. It could have fallen in a way that is not cool at all.
"I want to share that snack with you, I know you like it a lot. Look, the food squashed my body. Hopefully there's still some intact." Reply Paul slowly. Noora glanced at her favorite layer cake that looked pathetic on the floor in a flattened state.
Suddenly his heart was upset beyond measure.
"You can knock before you come in. Look, 'cause you got the cake ruined." Noora is wrong with Paul.
"Did?" Paul is a little dumbass. Noora is angry at her for making her favorite cake shapeless.
"Ck, it's your own fault for making me fall." Paul's grouse doesn't take it.
"It's over." Noora pressed a little bandage on Paul's forehead to make the man grimace again.
"Go home, I'm busy!" Remove Noora ketus.
"My head is dizzy, may I take a short break." Pinta Paul pleaded with a face.
"Ck, just a little wound you're spoiled like a baby." Noora was silent for a moment when she said the word baby, like she was remembering something. The woman passed from the presence of Paul half-running small towards a door of the room under the stairs.
Paul looked at Noora's small back which looked so panicked as he opened the door of the room.
With a slow step, Paul followed the direction towards the door where Noora began to disappear behind the darkness inside. Paul was astonished, looking at a stairway leading to some kind of underground basement.
Paul slowly followed the stairs to the bottom. The turn of the stairs leads to a small hallway leading to the door of another room.
The door that slightly opened it made Paul did not bother to open it. But when he was about to push the door handle, there was the sound of a woman shouting full of anger.
"Let's get my baby, you little bitch! You killed his father, what else do you want from us. Give him to me!" Paul was stunned to see a scene that made his heart ache, where there was a young woman tied to a bed. With both hands tied in chains on each side of the iron headboard.
A matter of real concern, the woman looks messy with unkempt matted hair. There is a baby cot not far from there, and some medical equipment is also needed by the baby.
Paul swallowed his hard-earned spit. It was unexpected that the woman he knew as generous as Noora, was able to do this cruel thing.
"Noora.." said Paul.
