The River House

LI. The smell of the forest at night

His ankles shed fresh blood. The eyes of the feet are peeled off with bones that appear protruding whitish. Perih and unperturbed felt by Mr. Nyoto.

Although the pain tormented his body and mind, Mr. Nyoto did not want to give up. The memory of little Miko strengthened his spirit. With a dragged step, Mr. Nyoto walked through the thickets of the wilderness.

Every now and then Mr. Nyoto's injured leg was rubbed by a thorny bush. Tears dripped on their own, indicating that the pain was already unable to be held back by his aging physique.

"Duh Gustiii," Mr. Nyoto whimpered. His voice broke the silence of the night.

The boar trap is sharp and strong. It is still a good thing that Mr. Nyoto's legs can be separated from the iron hook that grips him.

"Gustiii, strong paringi. Give me strength," Mr. Nyoto groaned again while looking up at the sky.

Not far from where Mr. Nyoto stood, a female figure walking staggered seok. Under the dark night sky, the woman was like a demonic figure with an ugly appearance and the glare of her eyes glistening horribly. Mr. Nyoto grabbed a dry branch that happened to be lying under his feet.

"Hey, damned woman! Where are you hiding my son?" shouted Mr. Nyoto full of anger.

"I gave it back to her mother. I no longer need it" said the broken-faced woman with her hoarse voice.

"lik! Don't you use my son as a mash for your worship? Huh huh? You devil!" Mr. Nyoto walked over while holding a dry branch in his hand.

"Basic male colot! Don't just talk. You think I'm like a witch in a fairy tale, huh?" The horrible woman kept glaring. The rest of the hair on his head seemed to be fluttering in the night wind.

"Go home! I have nothing to do with you!" continued the woman while yelling.

"Give me my son!" Mr. Nyoto shouted. He continued to step closer to the broken-faced woman.

"Your gear doesn't work? I gave your son back! I have nothing to do with you!" The woman sizzled annoyed. He reached into his shabby shirt pocket.

While stumbling seok, Mr. Nyoto arrived just running while swinging a dry branch in his hand. He tried to attack and injure the horrible woman.

BUUGHHH

The indiscriminate attack from Mr. Nyoto apparently managed to hit his opponent. The horrible woman fell to her knees kissing the ground. Mr. Nyoto stood straddling the woman. Thought he was desperate to finish off the woman who had kidnapped Miko.

Mr. Nyoto was about to hit the woman lying under his feet, but unfortunately he was less vigilant. The ghastly-faced woman took out a folding knife in her shirt pocket. Deftly slashing the eyes of Mr. Nyoto's feet that had been injured from the beginning.

"Arrgghhh," Mr. Nyoto groaned in pain.

As Mr. Nyoto lowered his head to hold his injured leg, the woman quickly slammed her head into Mr. Nyoto's chin. The man over half a century old was stranded. Now things turn around, Mr. Nyoto who fell flat on the ground.

The horrible-looking woman immediately hit Mr. Nyoto. He pressed Mr. Nyoto's neck using a folding knife.

"I'm not a criminal. I was forced to kidnap your son because one of the occupants of that fucking house stole my money!" whispered a horrible-looking woman.

"lik! A braggart! I can't trust a man like you! Your face has very clearly described you as the incarnation of a demon! Cough!" Mr. Nyoto spat right on the forehead of the horrible-looking woman.

"Aarrhhhhhh!" The woman suddenly screamed loudly, pulling a folding knife from Mr. Nyoto's neck. Then he slammed into the belly of the old man.

A reddish tinge of color splashed into the air, dripping onto the face and body of the broken-faced female. After the emotions subsided and the breath was controlled, he stopped his attack.

"Do I have to be a villain with this look? Why would everyone prefer to judge something than it looks? Doesn't good and bad depend on an organ called the heart?" The woman seemed to be crying. Tears on his cheeks mixed with blood from Mr. Nyoto's body.

"You kidnapped my son!" said Mr. Nyoto with his breath stinged.

"I just want my life to be normal again. Just like you who want to gather with my wife's children, I also have a family waiting for my return," said the woman sobbed. His face looks more creepy with a red color that is so contrasted with the dark night sky.

Mr. Nyoto who lost a lot of blood suffered hypovolemic shock condition. The blood begins to stop circulating to the skin, making it appear paled and feel very frozen. The throat feels dry and thirsty because the heart works faster to draw in oxygen. And what happened next was Mr. Nyoto began to feel dizzy and lost consciousness.

The sound of applause was heard. A pair of feet moved closer. The grin on his lips made the night atmosphere even more gripping. The real devil has come to enjoy a bloody show in the wild belonging to the Rich Man.

"Mella Mella Mella, why are you being so mean to me like an old friend?" Bayu still clapped.

"You! This is all because of your biad*b!" The broken-faced woman shouted. The woman was Mella. He survived a riverfront house fire belonging to the Rich Man. Mella pulls out a folding knife from Mr. Nyoto's corpse and prepares to attack Bayu.

"Patience to patience! I just came here to talk to you. What's my fault for hating me, man?" Bayu pretended to put on a sad face.

"You are the mastermind of Bayu. You're the one who got everyone from the drama club killed. You borrowed someone else's hand to commit a crime!" Mella glares horribly.

"really so? Do you have any evidence for what you said, man? Didn't I help you? You who were roasted on the 2nd floor were rescued by Mak Ijah. But without my drug supply, do you think that breath is still in your body? Do you think that oxygen is still flowing into your brain? You should be thanking me, baby" said Bayu while chuckling.

"Shut your mouth!" Mella shouted and immediately ran towards Bayu.

The cop falls and Mella takes him down. With glittering eyes Mella was ready to end the life of the demon before her. However, Bayu showed no fear at all. The man closed his eyes and opened his arms wide. He smiled happily.

"Damn it! Why are you laughing?" ask Mella growled.

"I'm happy to be catching up with my best friend Zainul. After all, our ambition is finished I spread to people in need," replied Bayu casually.

"You're crazy!" Mella hissing.

"Ha ha ha. Wake off your hatred Mella! Hurt me and be even worse!" Bayu kept laughing.

The night is getting late, the originally scented wilds of leaves and moss are now turned rancid by the smell of blood.

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