The Enchantment of the Pelintrik

Smart Guy

“Suami Bu Irma I was allegedly exposed to lintrik type pellets!” said the smart man that Irma and Dewi visited.

Although Dewi had told him of the possibility, Irma still seemed to be struck by lightning in broad daylight. He rubbed his face and chest that felt tight. With a choked voice muttered softly, “Yes Lord! Mas Beni ..”.

The goddess stroked Irma's arm to strengthen. “Prophey yes, Ma'am!"

Irma smiled wryly, "Yes, Wi! I'm okay, still strong."

Hearing Irma like a despairing person, Dewi directly asked the smart person who was looking at Irma with a serious expression. "So what should Ms Irma do, sir?”

"Wait here for a minute, there's something I need to do inside!"

For the next fifteen minutes, Irma and Dewi were left in the living room. The smart man named Mr. Dulah went to make conditions in a special room.

"I don't feel good, Wi!" irma said slowly. "Honestly, I didn't listen to Mas Beni getting pellets from other women!"

"But I'm so lucky! Mas Beni left must have chased the woman who put up the witch!"

Irma then told me a little about Beni who mispronounced her name when they were wrestling on the bed. "I was suspicious, but I didn't think much of Madam Suzan to play shaman!"

"So I want to get that guy's face!" the Goddess said.

Mr. Dulah returned to the living room, sitting in front of Irma. “This is for Ms Irma's husband to drink, give when she just woke up in the morning and once before going to bed at night. You can also make tea or coffee. If the water is reduced ... can be filled again with water commonly drunk at home.”

Mr. Dulah offered mineral water of 1,500 ml size that has been prayed for. “For this diagram, just put it inside his pillow! Pillow opened little, this tattoo is inserted, the trus is sewn again to be safe. So when the mother's husband sleeps, this tattoo is under his head. Hopefully in seven days, the lintrik pellets that attack the mother's husband can wear off!”

Irma received the paper with the handwriting of Mr. Dulah. Contains certain letters and symbols. The paper called the diagram is neatly folded and wrapped in transparent plastic. Irma's hand trembled when she received the tattoo that Mr. Dulah handed out.

“Good, Sir!” tukas Irma.

“Pellet science or any kind of pity, it takes time to bind the target tribe. So is the husband of Ms. Irma. This incident is still new and soon realized by the mother, hopefully the mother's household can still be saved!” said Mr. Dalah closed the advice and information.

When finally Irma and Dewi came out of the house Mr. Dulah, Irma's legs seemed weak without power. He walked gontai towards his motorbike, coupled with the Goddess.

“What are you going home to my house first, Ma'am? Maybe you still need a chat! We continue to make cakes so that it does not stress, how?”

“Antar me to Suz Salon, Wi! I want to know the place, who knows the salon does belong to Madam Suzan and Mas Beni is there!” answer Irma slowly. His heart was torn between believing and not. Between crying and being angry. Irma's head is dizzy. In many situations, Irma has never seen or felt the magical power of a spell of compassion.

The Goddess swiftly brought the motor towards Suz Salon. The journey is not fifteen minutes because the destination salon is still one village with the house of Pak Dulah.

A hundred meters before reaching the intended location, Dewi spoke to Irma, reminding her to prepare. “Suz Salon in front, Ma'am! Two-level shophouse that's blue, huh?!”

Irma noticed the direction of the Goddess' left hand. "Don't be so tight, Wi!"

The motor drove slowly, Dewi and Irma closed the glass helmet so that Beni did not recognize that might be in the salon. At least just in case! Because they also do not know for sure whether Beni is in that place or not.

“See something suspicious, don't you? I didn't see anything in the salon because.” The goddess asked after drowning twice. Suz Salon had already passed twenty meters.

“It could be Mas Beni and the seductress inside, it could be that they are somewhere else, it could be .. The salon just wasn't Madam Suzan's!” irma replied helplessly.

“We eat at the front shop of the salon if so, while observing the location. I'll ask the warbler! Yes rice basket does not know its neighbors?” the Goddess proposal was directly approved by Irma.

The motor turned around and stopped across the salon. Dewi invites Irma in to fill the stomach.

In the stall, instead of enjoying food, Irma was daydreaming. He did not touch the plate containing pecel rice that the Goddess ordered for him. Irma just sipped warm sweet tea provided by the stallor, that too lazily. His neck was stiff, unable to swallow the food in front of him.

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