Satan, Holy, Human

Chapter 11: The Sacred Likes Yeast

ALTHOUGH I did not enter illegally and broke the rules (because from the beginning I

being forced), I still felt uneasy when I entered this room.

Not only panic from entering a foreign room, not just mired by

the furniture inside, there's another feeling that makes me petrified, it's hard to

being me usually.

Is it because you know this is a girl's room?

I've never been to Atma's house before.

“HEHE-HE. MY ROOM! TA-DA!” show off the Saints happily.

Like a child showing off his craft to his parents,

Suci was very enthusiastic and excited, with his right hand still

holding my hand. I glanced at it, looking at the entire Holy Kingdom

this is very proud of him. But, before I can explain what stuff and

where, suddenly Sacred immediately released the hand grip, to drop

himself on his soft bed (completely dropping down because of him

slipped). He fell asleep on his back, as relieved and satisfied after being tired

that he felt all day.

The mattress is a large luxurious mattress, which can even be wide

up to three to four adults. With pillars on four sides, the,

a curtain of gray mosquito nets protecting it, I don't know to protect it from

the mosquito, out of sight peeked from outside the room, with purple-colored curtains

in the outer layer after the curtain. Currently, the curtains and curtains were protecting

the bed was being folded and rolled up on each side of its pillar, so that

the appearance of the entire contents of the mattress that lies in the middle of the room

it looks so clear.

With lacy sheets look very comfortable, it may also be smooth, too,

accompanied by a blanket. There are some pillows and bolsters, there are

dozens of soft fur stuffed animals were sitting waiting. I started to glance

left-right, looks a lot of cabinets and shelves used for storing

books, there's a study desk and a laptop covered, a small desk low

round on the left and some cushions on the seat, do not forget a television

that's pretty big taped to the wall, maybe 28 inches? Along with

paintings or posters that decorate the room.

There is one that makes me a little surprised. There is no closet

a shirt?

In fact, in the corner of the right room there is a closed door,

I don't know where it leads. Seeing the grandeur of this house, I thought it was a private room

must have a bathroom in the room, right? The closet too

is it in a hidden room there?

“Kkkk, a lot of your dolls. Just like a child. You still are

play doll?” my comment responds to Saints.

“Bonekah exciting! They're cool! Here,” chuckle Holy while rising from

his sleep.

The saint then went towards the small low table on the left of the room,

told me to sit with him. He opens a closet next to her, which turns out

save more plastic dolls this time in the form of humans. Him

keep the casually dressed man doll on the table in such a way,

it was as if the doll was the third human between us. Holily even

talking to him is exactly where he talks to me, although of course it is

it is one-way communication. Not satisfied, Saints take another doll

others, until in the end we practically play house-housing.

Even though I myself am still confused as to what role.

Still unsatisfied and feeling complete, Saints took out more equipment

others with spirit. Starting from a miniature house (which is precisely the width

bigger than Saints so he had enough trouble carrying it), there was a plate

small, glass, also a teapot made of porcelain with beautiful carvings. Exists

also miniature cars, buildings, trees and all vegetation, really like

we play the real life game.

“Brum brum,” Holy murmur imitates the sound of a car. He passed the tablecloth

which acts as a highway, driving through various busy cities, the,

to violate the rules of the world by lifting the car as if flying.

“Papa's Home!” after playing the car, he did

the turns are not real, until finally in front of the miniature house.

“Papa! Papa!” another Holy Shout, but this time in a high tone

like a real kid. He opened the door of the miniature house, to

take out a plastic doll resembling a little girl figure.

“My son, miss it!” replied the Saint with his slightly heavy voice while

play a doll of an adult man and his son to hug each other.

“Ragib! You!” holy spray after, calling me to do

something's. But, what am I supposed to do? Suddenly like this? Me too

panic, immediately look for any toys that can be used to welcome papa

who came home just now.

“Miau Miau!” I imitate the voice of a cat after picking up a toy

at random. I play this gray cat as if it came from the park,

like just getting back from his amazing trip.

I followed the Holy fingers, kissed each other between dolls

this plastic, even Suci added another old woman figure as her mother.

As a result, one family was complete with each other hugging each other.

“Let's eat!” bring the Papa. The Saints then remove the miniatures

houses, cars, trees, and all that bothers, to leave the cutlery

that beautiful porcelain thing.

The Papa is kept sitting in front of the Saints, I take his Mama's toy, I take her,

and the empty part between us was kept the child's doll (though on

finally, Saints took up their role). It's a nice dinner, though,

full of conversation and laughter from the Papa (Holy) and his son (stay

Sacred).

In fact, this is just a charade, I only heard the Holy voice.

But, somehow I could feel the presence of a real father figure from

holy Voice, my inner

commenting with a smile, but after that the corner of this mouth even curved

in the wrong direction. I was like a frown, followed by watery eyes, even

they started shedding tears and crying.

It's a lovely dinner

It's a nice family.

This is the event I always dreamed of.

My mouth is getting sullen, emotions are not strong to hold back, tears keep going

broke wetting the face. My hand holding a female figure doll should also

removed to wipe away tears. Even though I tried to wipe it out

these tears, unfortunately there were no signs of good news. Even my mind

starting to mess up, can no longer focus on these home-housing activities anymore. I

just keep wading through the sea of memory, re-emerging those memories

buried with a mother who is gone.

“Ragib? Why cry?” ask the Holy One who immediately flicked

his game.

He stood up, trying to get close to me (despite his recklessness

our heads bump into each other), to then stroke the shoulders and

my back.

As can be expected, my crying was not getting any more subsided. Elisha

the warmth makes this cry even become so, the more unable

controlled again. Even though I wanted to stop, it was like it was no longer my power

any more.

Panicked, Suci was confused as to what he should do.

Although it cares, but Saints still do not know what should be given.

Like seeing a rained cat, he only took her out of pity,

confusion must save him how. He's carrying more tissue

many, try to distract by playing a sounding toy

sonny, trying to give the leftover food that turned out to only be left

tomatoes and carrots (while spreading their tongues indicates dislike),

to turn on the television to watch a movie together, while not forgetting

to keep stroking my shoulders and back.

“See! They are beautiful, yes! Saints love their friendship,” call Holy

before his focus was completely distracted by the film, the film

we watched it in the living room earlier.

Indeed indeed. Suci was distracted again by the movie he was watching, forgetting

his main purpose is to help me. But, seeing the happy Saints actually

it made me a little calmer. I even watched with him,

seeing him demonstrate the transformation action, helped invite me to watch the excitement

every action offered. Until finally it's getting night, we lean

beside the bed tiredly, with the Saint leaning his head on

Over time, also with the tissue and treatment that the Saints gave me, my heart

start to calm down again, or even change significantly? Not only

my shoulders, but also my heart, as well as my chest, felt a little warm tickle

I never felt it before.

“The animals are funny and weird, yes. You're the picture from this movie?”

ask me at the end of the movie, when all the characters finally get together

apologizing and fixing the ropes of their friendship.

“AH! Aye! The picture! Holy likes!” holy Screaming is like forgetting something.

He immediately stood up, opened the drawer of the study table, took a lot

a bigger sketchbook than the one he used in school.

“This Holy image. How's it? Cool, right?” holy Showers then.

From all the papers shown at once, I began

flipping through images that have different types. There are pictures just sketches

from the pencil alone, there are already given thick lines from the pen, there are

which is given a shade or shade, there are also those that have been given the color possible

from colored pencils, crayons, or perhaps markers.

Of the animals themselves there are many types as well

four-legged owl, antelope with the hind legs of a cricket, cat

two-tailed, tiger that can mimic like a chameleon, a snake with a bird beak, and,

ducks with sharp fangs, and a wide variety of strange animals that only

just appear in the fairy tale.

“Your id is good. But, where is the reference from? Was the movie just?”

“No. Just from the head,” answered the Holy Brief.

“Kkkk. Just deserve. There are a lot of pictures that I think are weird and they are not

conformable. I remember drawing when I was a kid. Here's your picture

when small too? I'm amazed!”

“...!” holy Shocked while lowering his head.

“Eh? What's up?”

“He-hehe, hehehe! He-hu, huaa. AAAAAAA,” screams Holy without cueing,

crying immediately evaporated his emotions. But this is a different cry from mine.

This Holy Cry is a more terrible cry, a more powerful cry

greatable. “HUAAAA, haaa-ha. Haha. He-hehe, heheh. Su-ci, su-ka you! Sacred likes

It's magical! Different! Different from everything. Hehe-heheheh!” holy Puckering one second later,

when his cry was calm by itself.

“Ha..?”

“Yes! Saints love Ragib! People always say good. But, Saints are not

like it! They don't understand. Only Ragib knows. Rajib likes pictures?” cerocos

Saints hold on while holding my hand.

“Yah. But, now it can't even hold a pencil. I

vomiting.”

“Vomit? Your stomach is a problem? All right?”

“Kkkk. It'sit's okay. It's been a while, kok.”

“But like the same pictures? Like paintings?”

“Maybe..?” I answered ambiguously while holding my chin.

“This week there is an exhibition! Wanna come? Come with the Saints! Saints need the Ragib!

Excitement!!”

“…? The exhibit? What exhibition?”

“Exhibition painting! Many pictures! Lots of great! The saint is impatient!

This week! Come together!” invite the Saints enthusiastically, while demonstrating and

spread hands.

I'm needed by him? I'm needed by someone?

I was being waited on by the Saints?

The Saints want me to exist?

Honestly, I was confused as to how to respond. Remi wants me there, please,

I'm being waited on by Faisal, I'm needed by Balkis too. I understand feelings

we're with each other, but it feels different. With his greed

like a child, it is as holy as asking me openly, without sin,

like an entirely white paper, I'm ready to fill it however I want.

Unlike Remi, Faisal, or Balkis, where the paper has

the rules of the game, and I was only given one piece of paper.

But, I think it's a good opportunity. Maybe, I can

confirming about the absence of panic attacks that usually always occur,

but this time it disappeared without a trace?

I want to, I want to!

But I was scared, confused as to what was going to happen.

Fear of getting out of your comfort zone, fearing that everything will fall apart.

What if this doesn't work, and I have to get back to the point

a zero?

No. gabe. Don't think about it first. There's more trouble

the precariousness that prevented me from taking part in the exhibition with the Saints. Mr. Prima is waiting for the quiz

next week is next week. Just this afternoon his ultimatum was revealed. I can't

consider it wind then, right? I won't have time to study

besides this weekend.

“I actually want to. But it's a little bad and awkward, nih.

Besides, I have a lot of activity too. Kkkkkp. Why not just take Nila? Ye

lonely, huh? Uuuuu, pity,” kekehku replied Suci.

“Why!? Busy what? Busy what!?” holy wind a little emotion.

“I'm sure Nila would want to come with you. Or you forget

take her? Want me to take him to the fair? Kkkkk.”

“You. Been busy. What's up!? Answer!”

“. There's an important activity. Can't follow.”

“Jawab. Been busy. What's up!? The yeast just come!” holy Forced.

“Haaaah,” my exodus surrender. “I have a follow-up quiz next week. I

I have to study this weekend. Mr. Prima threatened that this quiz would fail again,

I'm going to change schools. So, I have to learn really.”

“!?” Holy Eyebrows raised next to. “Learn easily! Holy help! Ragib

exhibition!”

“Hah? Easy from Hong Kong? Where is there easy learning?”

“Learn easily! Rank one! Race, champion, easy! Easy learning!”

Wait for. I just remembered. Saints are one of the best students of the school,

don't you? She always ranked first in school? In fact, I think he was chosen to

the Olympics and various competitions? I rarely attend ceremonies, anyway. No

never busy dealing with the achievements of others.

But, I think this is a good opportunity?

If Saints can help me learn, at least for next week

can I do the follow-up quiz well? Take the hearts of teachers, no need

moving schools?

Problem solved, even before the day turns?

“You'll help learn? Sure...?” many doubt.

“Yakin! Easy studying! Until graduation also teach! Saints love Ragib! Holier

help Rajib!”

“Good. You taught me to study for quizzes and all the repetitions, yeah.

Promise?”

“Appointments. The exhibition of Rajib is coming!?”

“Appointments. I went to the exhibition this week!”

Despite all the strangeness that the Saints do, if viewed well

actually this girl is just a nice innocent girl. I can even start to

loved it.

Holding her hand to dance around together, I

smiling happily that one of my problems was solved by the child

this genius.

Moving schools? No problem!

Ragib is ready to be an exemplary student, ready to do the matter properly!

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Wow

No rain, no wind

Suddenly the problem of Rajib “ he said” can be helped by women who have not known a day?

Can Ragib believe in Saints?

Welcome again, guys!

It turns out that this Holy is a lot of surprises, huh HAHAHAHA

Not just from his childish nature, from his family, from all that Ragib experienced.

At first they didn't know each other, did they?

…

Are these signs……….??????

Btw …

See you next time;)

Wait every week for the new chapter, yes!