Twin

New Normal

Still where Giga went, Jihan looked at her bandages on the Avanbil window.

The set!

Dukh's..!

"Aakhs..! Aauw," ringis Jihan, leafy hand-kibas. "Ngee..! Takiit."

While snorting, Jihan leaned against the car door. "Hmph! It's unclear.."

Five minutes crossed hands, daydreaming, Jihan blinked at the same time. Suddenly he was riled up, no longer leaning.

"Han-market! Moving me there means! Far away or deket, I want mi-nuum!" pinta Jihan, I don't know who's talking to. "Moving!"

Jihan kacak waist. "Hhh. Can the portal be active without the Qorin? The other one, huh..? Ck! Tau from where the Bihun, there is a portal in the seventh grade.."

It turns out that Jihan joined the ritual device.

"Ah, easy. Anytime."

The girl looked to the side, until the end there, the sidewalk was empty there were no people and obstacles.

Jihan immediately skipped small. "Mending the first to repeat technique."

This student ran away. The set! Gold shop, watch shop, gold shop again, keep workshop, pulse counter, mobile phone accessories store that also open skipped, a dozen seconds later Jihan shouted while jumping. "But!!"

Sh..uutt..!!

Gubragh!!

Landed too..

The music resounded loudly until it sounded outside. On this road only the Rent Fitness is lit. It's a night that's gripping the city, so it feels alive.

In the room, in the middle of the fitness equipment Jihan was push-ups.

Yheng! Yukie..! Gonjreeengs! The same music was then heard at the Han-market. Jihan's still dressed the same, gymnastics clothes. He was looking at the drink cabinet. In instead, take the can you were looking for.

Krauch!! Krauuk..!

Jihan traced the Garamedika hallway while shaking her head, still tucked in a hedset. Viewed books arranged on the shelves Sports & Martial. Then take one and read it.

Sword Learning. Title on the cover of a samurai picture book.

Huh, how are there other multicellular creatures? This is indeed the sound of a flat object, an alarm from a popular communication tool, not a real chicken.

The set! Jihan grab the phone. Wer! He threw it against the wall! Getrakkh!

Pluch! Digital chickens don't crow anymore. Inalillahi, good-bye, man.

"Hhh. Ck..!" decak Jihan on her bed, staring at the ceiling. "Kangen gedoran.. Wake up! Expensive boy! Dukh! Dukh! Yes, Buuu! Already! Don't yell.."

After the monologue, Jihan covered her face with a pillow, then sideways and continued to sleep. I don't know, the pajamas used are still his favorite pajamas. The threads that surrounded his forehead also covered the thickness of the pillow.

This afternoon Jihan punched the samsak. Behind him is a mine-fenced mini arena. The name of this place is FightClub as read on the banner on the wall.

Dukh!

Dakhs! Dikh! Dukh!

Jihan's clothes looked wet. Sweat bath. He has tied his hair. Her sweet face became even more pale. Perhaps since the afternoon he was exercising here, there was a lot of food waste and plastic bottles on the floor.

Dukh's..!

Dakhs! Dikh! Dukh!

In front of the house.. Ckiiit!! It turns out that the physical system in this dream is still normal. Jihan can drive, abandoned the motor after being propped up.

At night, in the room.

Crick! Crick! Cellphone noise.

"Hoaamm..mmm.." Jihan's steam closed her mouth, again sitting on the bed. Opened a new page of the book he was reading. Rekhs..

Crick! Cryic...

Jihan is still focused in the middle of the sound of insects, but drowsiness, but her eyes are not also heavy to be closed. I don't know, where the grains of light in his arm, usually the sign appears when Jihan is five-watt.

Maybe it's because Jihan's being 'bandaged'.

Rekhs..

The Tiger is still concerned to read, his barbaric actions seem to be lost replaced by the activities of the thinkers who are doing this. Sweet and Beautiful. Ja. Jehan with glasses.