Sister Alea And Mr Crazy

The Beginning of a Terrible Meeting

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Alea was already preparing to go to Ms.'s house immediately. Is beautiful. It just so happened that today Alea was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt under her plisket foreskin pants, and as usual her hair was curled.

Somehow Alea suddenly taste like to look perfect, even though he was just going to the house Ny. Beautiful and working as a nurse.

But the so-called taste, cannot be forced to change.

"Mother ... Grandma, Alea left first," Alea said somewhat shouting.

Mom and Grandma Alea came to Alea near the front door. They were stunned to see Alea already looking neat.

"Loh Alea, where are you going?" ask Grandma Alea.

Alea started thinking of finding an excuse. He has not told his mother and grandmother yesterday.

"Hmm that ... Alea's going to Lisa's. All looking for work with him" Alea replied, forced to lie.

Then Alea closed her eyes briefly, saying sorry inwardly.

'I'm sorry Mother ... Grandmom. Alea didn't mean to tell you lies. Just this is not the time to tell you about Beautiful Aunt. Later if Alea had known about her son Aunt Beautiful, Alea would have told you soon.'

"Yes .. don't forget to always be passionate and do'a yes, son. Mother and Grandmother pray that you will be able to find work" said Alea's mother, stroking her daughter's hair gently.

Alea nodded small. Then he kissed Mom and Grandma's hands in turn.

After that Alea rushed away not forgetting to say hello.

***

Alea got off the angkot, then down the road that is not too crowded with vehicles. He turned to the right and left looking at each house number to match the address sent by Mrs. Is beautiful.

The tring!

Whatsapp messages suddenly appear from the screen of his phone. After Alea saw, it turned out to be from Adit, Alea's lover.

[Hay Alea, are you busy today? I want to take you on the road.]

Alea was forced to ignore the message from Adit because he had to quickly get to Ms.'s house. Is beautiful.

'Surely Beautiful Aunt has been waiting for a long time.' That is how Alea had in mind.

He soon quickened his pace. And finally Alea found her home. Beautiful located on the roadside.

Alea was glued to see Ms.'s house. Beautiful and luxurious like a palace. Even the whitewashed house is filled with flower plants that decorate the front yard of the house.

It's nice that Alea has a house this big.

Tingyong!

Alea pressed the bell of the house adjacent to the fence. Soon someone from inside opened the fence.

Then Alea's lips formed a fluffy smile because the one who opened it was the owner of his own house, namely Ny. Is beautiful.

"Assalamualaikum, Aunty" Alea said.

"Girishalam, Alea. Let's go in." Mrs. Beautiful directly allowed Alea to go inside.

Alea according. His steps began to go hand in hand with Mrs. Beautiful to the interior of the house.

Again Alea was amazed by the luxury of the house. Beautiful from the inside. The room is so clean and fragrant, the equipment and equipment there are arranged very neatly.

But Alea wondered why in a house this big the atmosphere was so quiet as if it was only two people.

"Tante, if you may know where the workers are here?" ask Alea to the point.

"It just so happens that they are returning home. But only for a while. In a few days they will be back here too" replied Mrs. Is beautiful.

Alea mangosteen understood. But there was one more thing he wanted to ask. "Then the Auntie family?"

The look on Mrs' face. The beauty instantly changed when Alea asked that. Sad face. Of course Alea who saw it felt bad.

"Hmm Aunt, sorry. Alea didn't mean that. Alea just-"

Alea's words were cut off by Mrs. Is beautiful. "No papa, Alea. Later if there's time, Auntie will tell you about Auntie's family."

Alea nodded.

"Son Alea, come with Auntie," she asked. Beautiful while blocking Alea's hand.

"Where, Auntie?" ask Alea.

"Meeting Aunt's son" replied Ms. Beautiful with a smile.

Alea fell silent. He felt his heart beating faster. He just wanted to meet.

"Come, son." Mrs. Beautiful immediately gently pulled Alea's hand towards somewhere. Alea herself was curious where Miss's son was. Beautiful at the moment.

***

Mrs. It was beautiful to take Alea to a room on the top floor. It looks like the room is locked and locked tightly from the outside.

Of course it made Alea surprised and felt confused.

"Loh Aunt, why is the door locked and padlocked?" ask Alea.

"Tante is just afraid of Aunt's son suddenly coming out of the room without Aunt's knowledge, eating his Aunt key from the outside," said Ny. Is beautiful.

Alea nodded in understanding. But somehow his heart was suddenly not calm after seeing the room located in the corner of the house was padlocked quite tightly.

That is the son of Mrs. Is beautiful? Whatever it was, Alea tried positive thingking. Though his mind always thinks that the child is. Beautiful is a crazy monster.

"After a while, Auntie opened her room first," said Ms. Beautiful as she walked near the door.

Alea's body suddenly trembled. Hearing that the room was about to be opened, his courage began to shrink, as if a door of burden was coming toward him.

'Alea, relax. Beautiful Aunt's son is human just like you. It was just that he was in pain, no matter what pain he was in.' Inner Alea, tried to calm himself down.

Czechs ....

Mrs. It is beautiful to open the door of the room is not too wide. He turned towards Alea who looked tense.

"Loh Alea, what's wrong with you?" ask Ny. Beautiful feeling astonished.

Alea shook her head while showing a reassuring smile.

"Yes, come in and meet Auntie's son" said Mrs. Is beautiful.

"Huh? M-in?" Somehow Alea spoke to be stammered.

'If his son doesn't want to? Continued because he did not want to, he will attack me again.' inwardly Alea restless.

"Alea, if you want to go into the room first, just go in. Auntie wants to take something first," said Ms. Beautiful while gently stroking Alea's hair.

Alea nodded. Then Ms. Lovely to leave Alea alone in front of her son's room.

'Oh my God, what should I do? In or not?' inner Alea was puzzled, staring at the slightly open door of the room.

Alea took a deep breath and slowly threw it away. He made a decision. The decision to immediately go inside and see your child. Is beautiful.

'Okey Alea, fight!' Alea re-energized herself.

With quite a trembling step, he entered the room not forgetting to read the bismillah and do'a. I hope God protects her from bad things.

Alea was already inside. The whole room looked very dark. No light shines on every corner. It makes it difficult for Alea to see the whereabouts of Ms.'s child. Is beautiful.

'What lights are out here? Why does Auntie Lovely like to be in a dark room?' inner Alea felt astonished.

"Excuse me! Is there anyone?" Alea ventured to open her voice. Wishing the child of the Lady. Beautiful will answer.

But there was no sound in Alea's ears. Alea continued to take a step, then paused for a moment as she felt an item strewn around her.

'Gosh, why is it so messy here?'

Alea also took a mobile phone from inside his small bag to turn on the flashlight through his cellphone. After the flashlight was turned on, Alea could now see the surroundings even though it was vague.

"Hello, can you hear me? Where are you now?" ask Alea to Miss's son. Beautiful that until now has not seen its form.

Prang ....

Something like being accidentally dropped by someone. Alea was sure it was the son of Ms. Is beautiful.

"Actually where are you? Please show yourself. I'm here to take care of you," Alea said occasionally glancing to the right and to the left, beware of Ms.'s son. Beautiful will attack him from the side.

Silent. There was no response.

But Alea was still curious as to whether her child. Beautiful is a man or a woman. If it were men, Alea would find it hard to manage let alone take care of. But if women, it could be for Alea to be invited to compromise.

Alea wishes she were a child. Beautiful women are not men.

Buggh ....

Alea felt a ball hit his back. Alea sure must be Miss's son. Beautiful that pelt towards him.

Alea immediately turned around and there was no one behind her. There was only a ball lying in front of him.

Alea crouched down to get the basketball. Before standing, his net caught the shadow of someone who was about to approach him.

Now it was not just the shadows Alea saw, but the legs of someone. Then Alea's eyes rounded when he realized that the legs were not women's feet, but men.

'So? Beautiful Aunt boy?' it was Alea who started to panic.

Alea looked up to see her son. Beautiful, of course with the help of a mobile phone flashlight.

Instantly Alea was wide-eyed and shocked to see Ny's son. Beautiful is a guy who has a creepy face, even in his hands there is a knife.

"YYYYES ... THERE'S GHOSTS ... UH, NOT ... THERE'S MONSTERS. PLEASE THERE ARE MONSTERS HERE," Alea shouted loudly.

Then Alea directly ran out of the room carrying an erratic mood. Panic ... fear .. tense .. was-was, all those feelings mixed in her heart.

Dughh ....

So afraid, Alea accidentally hit someone. And upon seeing it, it turns out that Ms. Is beautiful. Alea was a little relieved, although a feeling of fear and panic still enveloped her heart.

"Well what's wrong with you, Alea?" ask Ny. Beautifully anxious when she saw sweat splashing around Alea's forehead.

Alea shook his head with a breath of breath.

"Did you see anything?" ask Ny. Beautiful again.

Alea tried to catch her breath, then pointed towards the room. "Tante, is Aunt's son inside?" Alea asked back.

"Yes, Aunt's son is inside. He's not going anywhere."

"What's aunty boy's son?"

"Yes, Aunty boy's son. His name is Iqbal Riandra Keanny."

This second ... this minute ... this hour, Alea finally knew what the name of the guy she was going to take care of. 'Cool name.' That was what was on Alea's mind.

But Alea wondered why a name as good and cool as that was different from the original. The person Alea had seen just now was extremely creepy, exactly as he had imagined since yesterday.

"But Aunt ... Why is Aunt's son creepy like a monster? Is he really a monster?" ask Alea.

Alea's outspoken question made Mrs. Beautiful looking sad. Of course Alea who realized it felt bad and felt guilty for being presumptuous asked like that.

'Gosh, this is a goddamn mouth.' Alea's inner self as she beat her mouth repeatedly.

"Auntie ... Aunt ... sorry Alea. Alea didn't mean to ask that. Alea was just shocked to see the face of the Auntie child, eating Alea did not deliberately ask a strange question. Maafin Alea, Auntie," said Alea, feeling very guilty.

Mrs. Beautiful smile. Then he grabbed Alea's two hands and grasped them very tightly.

"No papa, Alea. Aunt maklumi it. Actually Iqbal often doodles his own face with a marker, do not be surprised to see the face of Iqbal creepy. Aunty cleaned her face yesterday, but she made a mess of her face again" she explained. Is beautiful.

Alea smiled awkwardly. In his heart he was shocked to hear the explanation. Is beautiful. Is Iqbal not sane? Why did he do it like he was crazy?

"Oya Alea, hold this flower. Iqbal loves jasmine flowers. Maybe this flower will be useful to you later." Mrs. Beautifully giving a sprig of jasmine flowers to Alea.

Alea picked it up, then frowned not understanding what Ms said. Beautiful just now.

"Come, meet Iqbal again," she asked. Beautiful while pulling Alea's hand into the room.

Alea simply complied. Actually Alea wanted permission to go home because he could not if Iqbal would suddenly attack him. But whatever the power, Alea promised herself she would help. Is beautiful.

Upon arriving inside, Alea was astonished to see the entire room looking bright. It's not as dark as before.

Even now Alea could see every corner of the room clearly. Lots of stuff there scattered everywhere, including sleeping beds though.

Alea wondered what Iqbal was doing to his room. Does Iqbal not like the room decor?

"Ho!" Alea's eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw Iqbal suddenly emerge from behind the bathroom while pointing a knife at him.

'My God, what will Iqbal do to me? Will he attack me and hurt me?' inwardly Alea, who was starting to panic unfailingly.

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