TUMBAL SEVENTH

Fail Romantic

“This is all of you who are nyiapin, Which?” ask me when we get to the romantic dinner table by the beach. Right behind our inn.

“Hmmm,” his murmur accompanied by a nod.

“Oh, so the one you said washes your eyes earlier this, huh?”

“One hundred!” he moved his chair and let me sit.

“Still sick, yes?” ask her as I grimaced with the pain of sitting.

“According to ngana?” my ketus. He chuckled, then kissed this cheek gently.

“Sorry, yes, I was too brutal this afternoon. But, tonight I promise to do it even softer.”

Hearing his words of course I glanced at him sharply. Gaining the eagle's gaze from me, he chuckled again. “Handering, Dear.” He sat down on the chair across the table.

“Eh, but, nih, yes, if we do continuously later long get used to and do not hurt anymore, loh, Yang.” He was stunned when I looked sharply.

“Don't manyun that, later I'll be more gemes. Kan, you know for yourself that I already feel anxious like khilaf.” He still jokes.

“What do you want to eat? If not, I go back to my room!” pissed me.

“Eh, don't dong, Ayang. When I'm tired of this stuff, all of you want to go. Yes, eat, yuk! Let me serve you tonight.” He was busy picking up rice and side dishes and feeding me with love. Jokes and laughter accompanied our romantic dinner.

Suddenly someone whispered for help. Her voice was exactly the same as the voice of the woman in my dream last afternoon. Slowly the head feels dizzy and the stomach is nauseous.

“Darling, you why else?” asked my husband, his face looks worried to see me nauseous.

“Hey, listen to me! You don't bengong. Stay focused, okay!” he said while holding both sides of this shoulder. I nodded, but my eyes grew blurry.

“Honey, focus!” Tirta's voice started to sound faint, then it all darkened and by the time I opened my eyes, I was already somewhere else.

I'm now in a house on stilts with walls and heavy zinc. In a room there is a serious conversation. I slowly stepped into the source of the sound. There was a discussion in the living room.

There were two men that I assumed were guests. And a woman who is still young. I'm talking about his age in the 30s. The woman owns this green painted stage house. Seen from some photo frames displayed on the wall.

“Come on, just sell your house. Oh, that was also reot. You can stay in a more decent place after this.” One of the men tried to persuade the woman.

“What Bang Hendarto said. Ma'am Maya after this can buy better housing. Who knows in a new place later, Mbak Maya can be able to mate again.” Now, replace the other guy who persuaded.

“No! For the last time I said, I will not sell this house.” The woman named Maya was fixed on her stance.

“What the hell, is Ma'am Maya keeping from this house?” ask the man named Hendarto.

“Memories. In this house a lot of memories with my family and my late husband.”

Oh, so Maya's mom was a widow apparently. Eventually the two men left disappointed.

“We failed again to get a big commission, Di,” said Hendarto when he reached the end of the household stage. I stepped out of curiosity with their next conversation.

“Maybe it's time we use the ultimate way, Bang. I can no longer stand the pride of the flower widow, the beautiful” man called ‘Di’ by Hendarto.

“Ya already, tonight we launch action,” said Hendarto. The other man agreed.

Maya shuts all the doors and windows, then prepares to go to sleep. From here I can hear the waves. Is this house by the beach? I walked back and peeked out of the slit of the board, but could not see anything. Out there is pitch black. However, the sound of the waves was clear. I think it's true, this house is by the beach.

I'm so tired of being here, but I don't know how to get home either.

The clock on the wall of this green painted board kept ticking. His needle tirelessly rotated pointing second after second. It's past midnight and I'm still stuck here.

This forehead frowned when suddenly smelled the pungent aroma of gasoline. Before long, a voice sounded like someone was about to open a door or window. I stepped forward and it turned out to be true, someone was trying to open the window. I ran to Maya's room, but it was free. I can't wake her.

Now, the two masked men had arrived in Maya's room and her eyes glared at the woman's skirt that was exposed so that it appeared******** which was pink.

The two men looked at each other, then compactly nodded.

Maya moans, then wakes up and is surprised to see two masked men in her room. Not yet had time to scream for help, Maya's mouth was already smothered by a man.

Moments later, Maya's mouth was gagged with cloth, and both her hands and feet were tied with ropes to the corners of the bedposts.

Maya thrashed and her eyes rattled with tears. However, I could only watch the curse scene without being able to do anything about it.

“You wait for your turn outside!” said one man. The other man came out of the room and closed the door.

The man who was still in the room with Maya also opened his belt and pulled his pants. After that, virtual clothes were torn apart using scissors until all the aura was visible. The man felt the entire curve of Maya's rebellious body. After his hands and tongue were satisfied to explore Maya's entire body, the man then revealed his already strained remains. Maya is getting stronger and more rebellious, but the man who has been dominated by naf su does not care and continues his genjotannya until *******. The man spouts his viscous lava into Maya's pleasure pit.******** enjoyment accompanies while his eyes are closed. Her body was covered with sweat. After being satisfied, the man returned to wearing his clothes and left Maya who was still mad and covered in sweat.

Now, the other man enters, cleaning the ternisik part of Maya's liquid-stained relic of the satisfied man earlier. Then launch the action without heating. The sound of two heirlooms twinkling sounding loudly filled the corner of this room. I could only cry seeing that disgusting sight. I tried to help, but it was free.

The man finally gave a long sigh. His face was full of pleasure. Like the man before, he was the same, spitting his liquid into Maya's intimate organs. And not just once, the man immediately warmed up again and did a second round. Absolutely savage!

“How long was it?!” yelled the man outside.

“Proposy, in a minute!” replied the man in front of me while continuing to do the planting movement pull the yam.

Finished doing his depraved action, the two men left Maya still in a tied position on the bed without a thread. I followed him out, and how surprised I was. It turns out that the man burned down Maya's house.

“Cap!” take the other man after the red whiz devoured the Maya's house. Again, I could only cry watching Maya roast in there. No one came to help, because the house around was empty abandoned by its residents. I don't know where. It may have sold.

I breathed a sigh of relief when it suddenly rained so heavily. The fierce licking fire was extinguished.

“Tolooong!” That's Maya's voice. I ran to check Maya's condition. But a motor came. Two men came again. As I suspected, they confirmed the condition of the victim. After seeing Maya's condition still alive, one of the men killed Maya's life with a beam. The scene in the previous dream.

A flash of light, made me closed, then when I opened my eyes I was in the inn room again.

“Honey, it's you?” tirta asked while framing my face.

“Yes, it's me,” I replied weakly. The body suddenly felt very weak. My energy seems to be drained.

“This drink first!” tell husband. I also sipped water in the glass until the toilet.

“What happened to me? Weren't we having a romantic dinner by the beach? Why are you in the room now?”

“Already, you rest first. Tomorrow's the story, yes.” Although I was very curious about what happened to me earlier, but I chose to obey my husband. Because the body feels very weak not powered.