Satan, Holy, Human
Chapter 10: I Can't Stop Getting There
IS this real? This is the bathroom…? Is not the bedroom remodeled into a bathroom?
Is this the bathroom? I think this is even wider than my bedroom? Well, if you talk about the grandness of this house, this spacious bathroom is indeed
not an oddity, I thought shrugging my shoulders
In fact, they say this bathroom ‘bias’. What about the unusual bathroom? Is more luxurious
from these? From the bathroom with shiny white tiles and walls, beautiful
clean of marble? There are many decorations and paintings scattered all over
wall, with a chandelier in the middle of the room, ventilation with sills
stay luxurious, some plants in the corner of the room, and also a waterfall
small combination of rocks and bamboo.
Furthermore, there is a shower room with glass walls, a bathtub in the corner of the room that is embedded in ceramics? There is a long cabinet
at the same time a super large mirror with a golden brown frame. At
on the cabinet there is also a sink, soap, shampoo, toothbrush, there are products
other skin care (which after I checked on the internet cost
millions of dollars), up to a low bathtub to wash the feet on the left side
and a closet sat next to him.
I must say, I'm so fascinated
see this all.
Is it even bigger than my old house?
Before, I fell down a lot
drink until it's soaked, right?
Thanks to the girl who suddenly
come in from the front door and throw I don't know what on my back, fine
my consciousness, as well as the consciousness of the Holy and Mother, were instantly drawn back to
real world. We again feel the presence of physical objects in real, no
there are hallucinations again, nothing else can interfere with the body and relationships
soul, can no longer feel that this ‘world is just mine.’.
Afterwards, Mama Suci—with her bright blue eyes and blonde hair—lang
awakened, instantly releasing his embrace at Saints. He helped me who
toppled fell apart, splashed all dishes good drink water, white water,
hot chocolate, hot tea, and a teapot full of unsalted tea in it.
Not too concerned with broken glass
not surprisingly, the nurse woman immediately ran to the inside of the house, then
giving me a soft pink towel, also took me to enter the house
deeper after the advice of the Holy Mother. Walk out of the living room,
go to a corridor with a spacious dining room with a long table filled
lots of candles on the left, then a kitchen limited by a long counter table
from the marble on the right.
Next, I entered the corridor filled with various vases of plants and
painting on the left-right white wall, until it finally entered the black door
with a gray accent that holds the splendor of the bathroom, where I
stunned now.
“Pardon troublesome Mas with water spill
his drink. Please use this ordinary bathroom to wash yourself,” call
the nurse opened the bathroom door for me. “In the drawer
there are a lot of change of clothes. Please wear comfortable. I say goodbye first, ya”
he continued to close the door slowly and practically leave me alone
without having to answer or respond.
I was told... to wash myself?
Wash only with a towel or you can
also to use a shower and all sorts? thought confused. Honestly, this spill made my body, my uniform, my,
my skin, my hair is uncomfortable, like a sticky feeling that bothers me.
No. gabe. Despite being given complete control, I
still hesitant to suddenly use this luxurious facility. Anyways
there's a sink, right? Use that alone, break me up and continue walking closer
long cabinet on the right.
End the feeling of being overwhelmed
the appearance of the bathroom, I immediately rushed to save the towel, also opened
all of my uniforms and clothes (until leaving only ************just). I
turn on the tap, wash your face with both hands, wash your hair too
until the roots, until I was completely soaked again.
I stopped for a moment, to glance left-right
all soap products. Can I use his face wash soap, please,
huh uh? thought weighing. If you just wash it, it feels like something
lacking. But, I also do not want to carelessly use products that are priced
millions. Finally, after carefully searching for the cheapest product, I went straight
wiping the face wash, and fresh taste, also cold, something a little piercing
comically, it hit the entire surface of my face.
Not to forget, I also rub my hands to the elbow, then the stomach, and then the stomach,
back and sides of the body, up to my feet from the thighs and calves, anyway all that
still sticky and uncomfortable. “Fuahhhh!” I cried out satisfied after washing
body perfectly, until wiping also with a comfortable towel red
youthful.
Like being reborn, like having just taken a shower, I really felt
complacent.
However, while still wiping himself, no
I saw my own reflection in the mirror. There, look
apparition of an 18-year-old man, with gray black damp hair
rough ripples that cross the pupil of the eye. My face is a little thin, though,
eyebrows are slightly thick, eyes are down, nose is pug, lips are pale
as lacking in nutrients, a new thin mustache grows, neither bearded nor bearded
frangible.
Down to the bottom, look body that is not too shaped a lot of muscles, look,
but not skinny just mere bones. With yellow brown skin color,
not too white as Sacred Mama, but not too dark either. No
short, not high. Just normal. About 165 inches maybe? I looked down, and
a little comment. Normal. It could be better, I thought.
I looked up again in the mirror, looked deeper, stared deeper
longtime. I patted my cheeks, played my face, made some ugly expressions,
until it ends with a smile that immediately displays dimples
cheeks.
What am I feeling? What is that shadow thinking?
It's me, I'm Rajib. Being in the bathroom of a girl named Suci
which I don't know very well. I'm alone, here, without friends.
By himself?
I'm alone here. But, I don't know why
it feels very different from yesterday. I'm not really alone, I'm not
really feel lonely. My breathing is still normal, there are no signs of
there are other panic attacks.
I looked down again, looking at the cabinet
his height is only at the waist. Is there a change of clothes? Then
next, I pulled the top drawer.
In the first part, there are various kinds of complete clothing. Begins
from the inside T-shirts, T-shirts, there are also sleeveless, colorful, from
plain to screen printing. There are also shirts from plain to patterned, sleeved
short, and long sleeves. There are***********, shorts, boxer pants,
trousers of various materials, jeans, skirts are there, belts
various colors, then socks, and gloves. Hats are there, too
towels and rags, of course, all types of complete clothing are in the first drawer.
In the second drawer, there are various kinds of electronic objects
the cable is rolled neatly not messy. It starts with the hair dryer,
there are also hair dents, shavers, facial cleansers? A face massager?
Eyelash splinting? I don't know. There are many types and numbers. And from
each one, more than one.
In the bottom third drawer of quantity
it's not like the two drawers before it. Only half filled, only
become a backup storage area. Filled from the tissue supply, there is also cotton, there is,
to things to wash clothes such as detergents and fragrances
there is more than one for each product.
With a satisfied curiosity, I
close all drawers except the first drawer. I immediately searched
whatever clothes and pants fit, sort out the ones that are not loose and not
narrow, until at last I chose a long-sleeved black dress
with screen printing inscribed ‘lets go’ in gold, with cotton pants
which is also black.
“Good. Already, yes?” ask me again about the shadow. I'm self-reflecting
in front of the mirror, until I feel sure. No clumsiness (except the strange taste
and awkward for wearing stranger clothes), I turned back, too,
keep a damp dirty uniform on the basket in the corner of the room, ready
pull the exit.
I glanced left-right at the corridor, looking for whoever I should meet
next (though I didn't expect anyone but a nurse woman,
hell). Unfortunately, in this corridor there was not found anyone but a vase of plants
which cannot be known whether the original or not, the paintings with
beautiful frame around it, another room with black doors opposite
with a bathroom, and a glass door on the left that displays the night sky
and a washing machine that was hiding.
“It's done?” scold someone from the right, where I passed through space
ate earlier. Ah, that's the nurse, my gust of relief. “How
her clothes? Is it convenient?” he asked with a joyful tone like the officer in
a clothing store that recommends clothes to customers.
“It's hard to say that too. Nice, comfortable, but awkward too because of this
not my clothes. Kkkk! Oh, ja. I kept my dirty clothes in the basket
corner room. That right? Or is it just a dumpster? Kkkkk!”
“Siap. Later I clean the uniform, yes.”
royal palace? Brother working alone? If you have to take care of all the housework
must be tired, yeah. Kkkkk!”
“Not alone, really. But, some are having business.”
“Oh, so, huh? Work here must be a lot of patience, yes. Kkkk!”
“I'm happy, really. By the way.Mas was asked to go to this room.
Madam Nila was waiting,” pinta the nurse pointed at the black door on the
opposite.
“Mbak Nila? Who her? Uh, wait.. I'm waiting? Huh!? I've been
do what!? Am I in trouble? Does your brother know anything?
S-I'm innocent, right!?” manya panic.
“No, coke. Rajib is not wrong. Madam Nila is the girl who
just came by. Sorry for the behavior, yes.”
“Hah, thank goodness then,” my exhalation is relieved while wiping the chest.
“Nila... Why is he, anyway? He threw that at me, right?”
“Yah..Mbak Nila has her own condition against men. With
mas's awkward position earlier, it was natural that Mba Nila acted like that. But, uh,
I really have been waiting for you in this room. Please,” said the nurse
who immediately lowered his head and invited me to go to the room in front.
If looked back, it feels like the room in front is not completely
enclosed. “I just open it?” I was surprised by the nurse. But, he still is
keep looking down and smile like a flight attendant
allow passengers to get off the plane.
I gulped, started to open the door slowly, to see what it was
who was waiting for me inside.
Why is this girl named Nila waiting for me? Why did he attack me? Is
is it his business with my axe hugging Saints and Mama by accident?
Or does he want to apologize? The nurse said.
his own condition makes it natural to attack men. Is he
holy Friend? Can I trust him?
LIKE the other rooms, the room in front of me was dominated by white
clean. Looks modern, looks very slick—although the chandelier is already
replaced with LED lights. On the left side of the room is a long table and
complete computer equipment with three monitors, some embellishments above
table, two soft chairs that go under the table, some musical instruments and
other sound system support tools, and terminated by a triangular tent in the
corner room.
On the side of the room in front of me, there was a bright green bean bag and
the pink looks deflate, the tall cupboards cover half the wall, and
it ends with a section that juts inward at the right corner. Seems
do you see the white bed? On the right side of the room,
there was a wardrobe embedded into the wall, a bookcase
width, until finally there are two sofas that form a 90-degree angle
with a low table in the middle of the sofa, just to my right.
I could not stop being stunned, continuing to smile looking up all over
chamber. Not only was it majestic and luxurious, it was indeed a very outdoor room
normally, I thought I looked around the room. Until the end
there was a painful sound of the eardrum, a cry that did not
hesitating, a clash with his intention of wanting to get rid of something.
Since then, I have been investigating the whole room very closely.
Why am I not aware of their presence?
On top of each bean bag, there are two apparitions of girls
which is not foreign. From the girl on the left with round glasses and hair
corrugated over shoulder, it is ‘Mbak Nila’ mentioned by women
the nurse? Then there is also a girl who is lying down leaning on the bean bag next door
right, middle reading something, with a bunch of wafer crumbs on his chest, and
a jar lay beside him. He is the Holy One, who does not care unless
relax with a combination of bean bag and soft fur carpet in the middle
chamber.
“Sit on that couch! Fast!” pinta the girl with glasses pointed
this sofa on my right. “Explain briefly, densely, and clearly moderate
are you here? Basic leech. Not invited to do it bravely
abuse on the Saints and the Great Mistress. It's unbelievable. Foundational
fucking man! Rotten wolf! Just die you!” continue again in full
the explosive emotion.
“Ak–”
“Disclosed! Hoe-ekkk! Ekk!” cut the girl in glasses while holding back
his mouth was like he wanted to spit something out of his mouth. She pale?
Is it that bad or just made up? But for what reason did he vomit?
Because of the perfume in this room?
I also sniffed, what aroma makes this ‘Mbak Nila’ uncomfortable?
Actually, there is indeed ‘aroma’ in this room. It's just, that smell
it is a sweet aroma, not even a strong one. This
it is a pleasant scent, like the scent of a flower, as if we were playing around
above the soothing shade garden.
If he's allergic to the scent here, why am I waiting for him
hither?
Kkk! There are people who like to torture themselves.
“Eee-ekkk. Gee! Puh!” the girl in glasses spat out her vomit.
“You open your mouth even it feels directly spread a disgusting aroma like
dumpster. Can't have a clean mouth, what!? Never rub
teeth, yes?”
“Eh? What is deng–”
“Already! No need for pleasantries. Once upon a time I was spent on
men like you are insolent. Explain it quickly!” doorways
again with screaming.
Even if my mouth has the smell of dirt or horse dung, our distance
talking from one end of the room to the other, right? The distance may be around
eight meters. Is he sane? Can you smell my mouth so far?
Or is the smell of my mouth that bad?
Is this why Remi or Faisal today refused to invite me to hang out?
“I don't know either. The one who brought me here is sacred. He invites
go home to show me something I don't know what. The rest just happens, though,
until you throw my back with whatever it is,” I replied while lifting
shoulders. “But, you are indeed the one whose name is ‘Mbak Nila’, yes?”
“Tch, she knows my name?” call the girl in glasses by voice
thin as if talking to yourself. “Why should I tell you
my name you? It doesn't matter! Want to flap later? Can't be trusted! Anyways, anyway,
you came here because you were invited by Saints? Lying has its limits too! Are you
couldn't make a more reasonable excuse!? Describe it correctly, dong!”
nila Bentak further.
“I can hear you, you know! Besides, I'm not lying. Ask
only to the Saints themselves. He asked me to see more pictures
beast,” I am.
“I told you why it–” before Nila finished speaking, Saints
first cut it off with the sound of her bells. Really
cut, Nila's voice until there is no sound of anything.
“Autom…? The beast! Ragib, beast! Now!” holy Exclamation sonorous. Him
yelling like a possessed person, like he had just been remembered by something
it's imperative. He left his reading book, just keep the stuff
anyplace. The saint wiped his clothes, got up then stood up, for then
approaching me with passionate vigor, with his eyes shining more
light from the stars.
“Suci!?” pekik Nila was in disbelief, as well as a bit of confusion. Reflexes, he
about to grab the Holy hand to follow him, perhaps also to force him
sitting next to him. Suddenly, the girl felt reluctant to
rise up. She sat back sweetly, letting Sacred pull my hand, to leave
get out of the room.
The confused me was actually a little grateful, because I could
ending Nila's senseless rant. Although actually, I am too
I don't really know if what I'm going to see is a better thing
or worse, my mind started to worry
Going from the room, we also passed through the corridor as well as the dining room in
the right side with the garden behind it behind the glass door, too
the kitchen is being used by the nurse lady on the left. Next, I
pass through the living room again, follow in up the stairs, pass through the room
large open filled by various exercise tools such as treadmills, bikes
static, yoga mats on the floor, dumbbells, even some boxing samsak?
Until finally I was in front of the door in white, with a
nameplate says ‘Suci’ in front of him. “Come!” invite the Saints cheerfully.
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It turns out not just thrown a bag at will
This woman whose name is tilapia is like a grudge against the same ragib
WKWKWKWKWKWKW
Even nganggep Ragib as if rich beast that despicable
Very bad yes…
Welcome again, guys!
In addition to having a super large bathroom, this house has a special room playroom? Cool, mangy,
yep! it is rich villa!
But just treated to good facilities, Ragib has been told to ask a rich maid
Kasian is his life
Btw …
See you next time;)
Wait every week for the new chapter, yes!
