Second Full

Saturating Point

*Story is a continuation of the story 'Sang Purnama' just different genres.

Kalo 'Sang Purnama' is a Musical Drama genre and its continuation includes a horror or thriller genre.

(allow, one story changed genre 🤭😅😅😉🤝, )

I mean, cretifitas don't get too boxed out.

Warm regards to all readers, you are amazing,,,👍👍👍*

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Angela went to her house, the house she had left for so long. Maybe two years, since his mother left and built a new family. Angela does not remember for sure, even she does not want to remember at all. But it's all happened. He just walked in, the gate wasn't closed. Not much has changed. Fish ponds and birds in the cage are still there, in fact add a lot. Apparently his father preferred to add pets to accompany his old days rather than persuading him to go home.

It is undeniable, there is a sick heart every time he visits his house. The white and large house that was now deserted. The night is not late. But it's quiet to immerse the heart.

GLEKK!!

The door leaf he turned, not locked. He just opened the wooden door. It turns out that the scenery is very inappropriate he found, his father was bergulum friendly with a young woman. They were shocked. If only the insolent woman opened the sandals before entering and Angela saw a woman's guest sandals lying at the door, for whatever reason she would not want to visit again. It was certain what his father was doing with his female guests. His father's behavior has not changed.

"Angel, you-" said his father with a knock interrupted by Angela, "Sorry to disturb, just want to take the things that are left behind," Angela snorted with a look of turning. He did not want to see his father's depraved behavior. He went inside and unlocked his room. Since his family was destroyed he never entrusted the keys to his room to anyone. It doesn't matter if the room is old and a cobweb. He picked up a box containing jewelry left by his mother that he had never touched since his mother left. Angela passed by soon. No luck, without looking. His father didn't know what to say. Only this time he really caught his only child.

Angela passed by with her sedan. He did not vent his frustration with the gas and hoped to die silly soon. No, he just leaned back and his breathing was so deep. The only parent he could still meet was now he pergoki was playing crazy in the house. Angela already knows her father's depraved behavior like that, likes to play women. But what makes Angela's heart most disappointed is, why should be at home. At least appreciate the house. Appreciate the sanctity of her mother's love in that house. Lots of places to wear perverted, why should at home! Angela's mind screamed. Unknowingly, a drop of water slid down his white and slippery cheek.

He had just broken up from his lover and now, inevitably his heart had recorded the incident earlier. Angela thought of doing something to comfort herself. Too stupid he feels if only lamenting fate at an age that is no longer teenagers.

He's turning the direction. He was going to go home and sleep, and tomorrow morning he took the jewels to the gold shop and sold them. He headed towards a pub. He thought, with a few glasses of alcohol the nerves in the brain could be a little slack and he could fall asleep.

Arriving at the pub, he went straight to the bartender's desk.

"Hi angel, where are you," said the bartender snobs.

"I want that, one bottle," Angela pointed to her favorite bottle. A type of drink that is not bitter in the mouth, but just one large glass, the balance can be shaky.

"Hurry up, sit down first" persuaded the bartender.

"Snap, nih, take the change." The bartender immediately packed the drink. He seemed to know, Angela was not okay and rather than being bullied, mending he just move the transaction.

***

"Om, why the hell, what's even diem?" asked the woman while fixing her hairstyle to her pensive-looking father Angela.

"Mending you is leaving soon" said her father Angela. Apparently, his passion was lost instantly due to Angela's arrival.

"Heah, but what about my contract Om?" asked the woman to endure the annoyance.

"How about tomorrow."

***

The shahdu music that he made melodious added to the atmosphere to be beautiful. The love verse from the mouth of his ex-lover is still beautiful in his ears, although now it hurts in the heart.

His last girlfriend was a musician and singer. Perhaps a way to forget about the problem for most lonely city women is to get into a discotheque and swallow a few pills in**s then jog up until morning. But Angela has her own way. He seemed to enjoy his loneliness by playing music full of memories. Lovely memories with his last girlfriend. That way he felt alive, although sometimes he cried roaring in his apartment. But after that, he will feel relieved and can live the day lightly. Rarely was he drunk himself as he is now.

Angela has been lazy to pour again her drink or her body is completely overpowered by alcohol. His head was heavy, but his heart seemed to be floating. Maybe another glass, his life will be

really hovering. He felt enough and went to bed.

Angela's body fell onto the bed like a fairy flying into the clouds. Memories are tainted with love. The music continues to bring beauty and the memories are splashed in the illusion as the song melodious.

*It's not that I don't love you

but the reality is not allowed now

parting, with you

I really, withered and frozen

parting, with you

the more I, the more sure your love

better to fail than you regret

all right, let's try to be strong together

hooo uwoo*

Angela goes back to that time, where she liked to lean on the shoulder of her lover who was playing acoustic guitar and singing the song.

Raga Angela was indeed sprawled freely like a captain in his ship was destroyed scattered. Angela's room is a mess. Angela is stranded in a fairy-tale dream land that she cornered herself. Even the wedding dress he designed himself had already been destroyed. Angela's life is ruined, let alone just fix the room. Angela felt spinning and her head felt increasingly dizzy, she felt something urgent in her throat. He was about to vomit and before that happened on the bed, he hurriedly crept into the bathroom.

YUCK!

angela's long in the bathroom, until her entrails run out as possible. Everyone only knows her beautiful body and is often plastered in magazines. But no one knew, the contents within that beautiful body were shattered. It was like his vomit.

Until the nausea runs out, then he can fall asleep.

BRAKKK!

Angela's door was pushed hard, like being kicked with all her might.