The Butterfly Hug
CHAPTRE 4
Holy jeez!!!
Marco was shocked after a thin-bodied woman with long thick hair, standing right in front of him. The other woman is the woman who lives in front of her house.
The woman was suddenly inside Marco's house, wearing black pajamas and standing with bare feet. The woman was seen holding a box of food, with a face that looked like a sick person because her face was so white.
"You-you... Why are you in my house? Why did you come into my house?" Marco asked with a cold look like he was intimidating the woman.
"I-I, I'm sorry... I thought you were inside, because your house wasn't locked. I came here just to deliver this. This is take, this is food made by Aunt Meeza" he replied as he gave a box containing the food to Marco with a sour face.
"Who's Aunt Meeza?"
"The fat woman you met this morning. Take it, I gotta go."
Marco took the food brought by the woman, Marco had felt strange with the attitude of the woman is very mysterious.
When the woman was about to get out of Marco's house, Marco suddenly held her back.
Waitaminute!
The woman stopped her steps, and turned to face Marco.
What was?
Marco approached him slowly.
"Who's your name?" ask Marco.
And suddenly the woman suddenly approached the glass of Marco's house and blew the glass of Marco's house with her breath.
Huh...
Then the woman wrote her name there. After she wrote it, the woman went back to her house in front of Marco's house.
Marco quickly looked towards the glass, to see what the woman was writing.
Catty's...
Marco read the woman's name written on the glass of his house slowly.
"Catty's. She's the strangest woman I've ever met in my life!"
Marco went straight into his house, after Marco changed clothes, Marco was very curious about the food box brought by the woman named Catty earlier.
"What's this, he said Aunt Meeza made it."
When Marco opened it, the box contained some bread with thick strawberry jam. Marco was shocked, and felt strange.
"Is this serious? They gave me bread with strawberry jam at night?"
Marco, feeling strange, immediately called Hana to come to his house.
Soon Hana arrives, and Marco tells Hana everything.
"View... They gave me this. Don't you feel weird Hana?"
"Emm, I feel a little weird. But maybe they just had it in his house and wanted to be kind enough to give it to you. It's just bread, just eat Marco!"
Hana was not suspicious, only Marco was suspicious of it.
Hana returned home, because she was already sleepy. But Marco was still staring at the bread with thick strawberry jam given from his new neighbor.
Marco didn't want to eat it. So Marco stuffed the bread with that thick strawberry jam into the fridge, along with the box.
Marco went into his room and sat in front of the computer. As Marco stares at his computer screen, Marco suddenly wants to peek back into his new neighbor's house.
Marco stared at his new neighbor's house while sitting leaning back in his chair.
Marco folded his hands while staring at the house. And suddenly the window of the second-floor room of the house was opened by the wind. Then a woman named Catty shows up and tries to shut it down.
Marco was immediately shocked, then turned off his room lights quickly so that the woman named Catty did not see him watching his house. And finally Marco noticed Catty in the darkness of his room.
After Catty closed the window of her room, suddenly from behind there was a woman who pulled her so hard that Catty's head hit the wall.
And soon Catty's room lights just went out. So Marco can't see what else is going on there.
"Geez, why are they so weird." Marco continued his work after seeing what had happened.
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Day after day passed, Marco lived his life as usual. And it's been one week that Marco is next door to Catty.
That night Marco fell asleep and suddenly someone knocked on the window of his room. Marco woke up from his sleep because of that sound.
Who'sis that?
Marco was puzzled as to how one could knock on the window of his room, as his room was on the second floor and had no balcony.
Marco opened the window curtain, when Marco saw it turned out to be a long wood, which was knocked by someone from down there.
Marco looked down, and it turned out to be a woman in her red pajamas who did that. None other than Catty.
Catty's...
Catty with her eyes closed her hands and asked Marco for help, without making a sound.
Marco quickly got down from his room and opened the door of his house.
When Marco opened it, Catty was already at the door.
"I beg you to help me... Let me in."
Marco let Catty into his house.
And told him to sit on the couch.
"Sit down and calm yourself."
"I don't want to sit here. I beg you to let me into your room on the second floor."
Marco was surprised by Catty's sudden remark of wanting to go to the second floor of his room.
"What do you mean, I've only just known you, but you've been saying it. Come home I don't want to help you!"
Marco got angry and sent Catty out of his house. But Catty instead ran up to Marco's second floor room, and Marco quickly chased after him.
Hey what are you doing!
Oh my God, this strange woman, why she always acts so weird in front of me.
Catty walked into Marco's room and immediately sat on Marco's bed with her blank look.
"What are you doing in the middle of the night? Why did you come to my house?"
Marco kept asking, but Catty sat on Marco's bed with a blank look.
"Hey I asked you, why are you quiet? You weird lady!"
Suddenly Catty runs towards Marco's room window and peeks at his own home.
It was seen 2 cars coming in the middle of the night to Catty's house, when Catty was peeking at his own house because there were two cars coming. Marco also took a peek at him
"What's wrong with those cars, why are you blinded when you see them?"
Catty did not answer Marco's question, Catty suddenly cried without a voice out of fear. Catty climbed onto Marco's bed and covered herself with Marco's blanket.
Marco feels strange about Catty's behavior, as Catty is suddenly frightened after seeing two black cars coming to his house.
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