Twin

twenty-four

Say come with us to Luna's house

"Oh yes. Come with us to Luna's residence."

Amidst their seriousness, the walls of the room were knocking.

Geck! Tok..!!

"Hoo aamm..mmz through here," said Kisye, already pajamas barefoot, holding a long stenlis.

Jihan steps out, followed by Jihan Future, ignoring Medium who is back working with his pool team.

In the hallway of the Pregister, Kisye was a little out of the way giving way to the woman who passed by him. Nina Mature slightly lowered her head in Kisye's eyes.

"Gue sure to ask, stray on the ground. Come with us to Luna's residence," said Kisye rather ketus. "The afternoon rush."

Kisye walked towards the exit door leaving Jihan and the woman.

"Ma. sorry to go in without permission."

"Hey come. I also want to go there like that. Yuk?" persuade Jihan, she looked, Kisye is already some distance away. "Gue doesn't want to be late on this historic day, Nin. Nina Fake."

"Hhh, I'm fine with that too."

Jihan Future ran a bit fast after Kisye. Soon followed by Jihan.

"Kisye I'm sorry."

"of course. It's not just that who talks. Many other paradoxes on the stray here. What are you maen hide and seek? There's a laen place but it's bullied by the pocong, isn't it?"

"I came here alone."

"Yes. The paradox's situation."

"Ooh. Cover the cover."

"OKAY. I'm not angry, Jihan. Nah.. Paradok, there hear? This is Skin Char."

"Oh. Sorry, I'll open it."

Taph! Tiph!

The tep-tep! Tip..

Dit!

False Nina touched her fingertips with her thumb. It sounded like the buttons in the cockpit of an airplane. His hand was wrapped in a hologram glove.

She.. eet!!

Krtrf.. Grrth...!

The surface of the skin sucked the palm. The thick meat was deflated, so it was exactly as thin as a cloth, creeping behind the shirt, torn from the fingers, armpits, skin of the neck, then the face.

"Of course. future abis."

After the fake meat is finished, the real face of the paradox now appears. His eyes were narrowed just like Jihan's.

"May? Mamma..?" ask Jihan. "Gue's this old, Mah..?"

"Ah done.."

Jihan Future followed Kisye out of the hallway, touching the glass door. The set!

Sllpg!

Jihan who was still glued, immediately exclaimed. "Mamma! Wait Mah!"

On the platform, Kisye was waiting, busy touching her fingertips. Mom was left standing next to him. Jihan came with a gleeful face.

"Tumben Mamah wants to stop by. Hehe.."

Paradok breathed. "Hhh.. Same, so do we miss him."

"Well, if Jihan ever disobeyed sorryin, yes Mah. Yuhuy!!"

"Pregnant.. Address in external area. Sorry for the long time, the space of Fanam. Decket and docked here."

"Ooh. Aye." Yeah." Jihan approaching.

"Cutter.. Elo again at the gate, we come woy!"

Jihan was hanging out with Kisye's interlocutor. The ceiling of the station is mute, the color is white hexagon shape. Very different from the vast Enfield and there is a tribune.

A red circle then appeared, not far above the head, the size of the room. So stay..

Dukh's..! Kisye prick the middle.

Shuu... BRUUGH!! Roofs collapse.

On arrival outside..

Werr.. The leaf cover was thrown, and. clontang!

Jihan who remained sheltered under her two hands, still squatting, turned to the exact object of the biscuit can. "What is this. the address? Stone but it sounds like zinc."

"Gawean si Epsi. Yuk?"

They walked leaving behind a thin smoky black floor, a trail of travel. Jihan also found her surroundings scattered with large objects, and when she flew, she recognized that the gate was none other than the platform floor of a long abandoned station.

"Border.."

Zhii. wuu! Kisye through the layers.

Glass peppers filled with the smoke mentioned, his finger translucent. Without hesitation he entered.

The sound that made it big was heard again, and Jihan found it to be the exact border of the small dome on the floor of the platform, the size of a tennis ball that was split. They are still on the same platform, the garbage looks still rather large.

Kisye kept flying, piercing the canopy like a fly. Jihan and Mamah were massaging their eyebrows. Up above, the same layer is re-entered.

"Continue yes. Sampe. As big as possible. We can't fly anymore. Massless. Ever invited to racing, paradox fainted on a scale of fifty-two."

"How many layers is Kak?"

"Seven hundred. But externals are not limited. Yuk racing?"

"Hhhh..!"

The wuutts!! Jihan immediately darted after her face looked maniacal, lazy.

In the seven hundredth layer, Jihan gasped, leaning against the canopy pole on the platform. "Hhhhhhhhhhhh.. What's big out there in the atmosphere, brother? Just realized, I'm a real atom."

"That's the legend."

"Her book? Where's the guy, uh, his jeans? Hhh, hhh.."

"The place is kinclong. Here's the clean-up legend."

"Outomation oh inauguration.. It's heavy."

The little boy who was dragging the wheel of trash stopped in front of them. Luna was still like an undead, pale and mute in her work uniform. His hands were clenched and opened.

"Is this a sign of an explosion?"

Paradok energy. You didn't hear me all the way

"Eh. yeah.. Where is Mama?" tanya Jihan looked left right. "So durhaka gini me.."

"Hard products are problematic."

I've contacted Vitaloka. Wait for something for a second. Snail has arrived. Guests have been transported

"OKAY. Eight six. Thanks Ma'am.."

"Sori. guelah who ngerepotin, Brother."

"You're curious, what car dragged, you'll see."

Jihan immediately turned to the end of the platform where Kisye was looking in the same direction.

Nguong!

"Oh so this is the Snail?"

"Yes.. Mining raw materials and materials. Without this, water, food, all the resources of the organism, cannot be created."

The iron caterpillar passed in front of Jihan carrying several silver carriages. Locomotives are stared more prototype, although still sound old.

"Who is that glass ball, brother? Al Hood's brother?"

"The Moon's Child. Back then?"

Khiit!!

The train has finally stopped.

"Come ready! I'm the one who brought Kak," pinta Jihan holding the handle box trash.

"Bring to car three. I ntar nyulua. Paradok is in the carriage here."

"Oh yes. Ja. Hi.me again. Thanks, yeah." yeah."

Luna was silent and thumbs up earlier. Jihan immediately dragged the Wheeled Chest away from the giver.

The wuutts!

Al Hood darted upwards in silence, without the incandescent pressing on the floor. No craters or dents.

In the carriage Three, next to the crate, Jihan sat watching the 'table' that was airing redstone Pnin. The shadow of the graphic was her lying in a trash can.

Twirled around, there was an invisible layer of detectable eye. Only, the table displays rectangular ribs. On readable text balloons; only FC.

"Oh so this isn't the actual container, so don't be destroyed by Lightnov. I thought the real trash can was, Rin. This Pnin deserves no food. This is Al Hood's best alesan. If Luna kills Pnin, I may never be here."

Paradok will take him to Citymall where your lover was snatched away

"And this Pnin he got off?"

Thus

"So actually I was seeing her?"

Is correct. And Paradok is the reason I begged you

"Hopefully Mamah dares kill me, Rin. Without a doubt, as I killed Riko's memory. Then he went back to his time. My earth is safe with this parasitic corpse. Like a no man's nature."

He already did

"Huh? Continues to.. Al Hood did the final thing?"

Luna kept her promise. Only kill once

"Who's the guy Al Hood killed, Rin?"

Olive Council. Finalcutter. Are you ready?

"Hm.. Killed huh? A. I am ready. Sox. If this is the inauguration." Jihan sighed, then silently daydreamed.

Nina says..

"Eh, yes!"

Rise up immediately from your grave

"Yes. Kayak is Rin!"

The claph!

The fireflies that were spoken to appeared. The task shirt is similar to the Startek uniform and the right ear is attached to the stricken tool. Zihan seka wet his cheeks, the master rose from his seat and hugged.

"Hikk!"

"I'm going to step up Rin?"

"really. I'll call you soon after."

"Yes promise?"

"Goddessa, Nutritionia. I'll call you."

"Hey, heii. Ntar in the room body change chips."

Kisye closed the carriage door with a bag of food lined up. Mom was busy watching the box.

"Oh yes, Brother. Okay." Okay."

"Canteen hasn't hit me again. So I'll let him be busy."

Short story. They're down in Citymall's front yard. Mamah stared at the screen on her magic glove, while being directed around. Jihan and Kisye remained in place, near the pavement with specks of light.

"There's still time. Diandra is still talking about food. He remembered this place a lot of seafood in the packaging."

"Yes.yes, I'm still talking to him at the terminal because I just knew there was a human being here."

As she spoke, Jihan accidentally saw the screen plate next to her. But he immediately hirau because Qorin asked him to focus.

"What else does Doc need?"

"I think enough. Luna will help and complete the protocol."

"OK deh. We're monitoring in Pregister. The choice is still there."

"Trust. I want you to sound Kisye."

"Ah. I can feel good when. Be relaxed. We went Doc. Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam." said Mamah had put a toy trash can on the ground. Instantly.. The wuuit! enlarged and directly circled Epsi, a red thread shone, present to reveal a clear statue lying down.

Nguu.oong!!

Dagh-digh-dugh!

The claph!

Jihan was back in the carriage and already knew what to do. "Favor Brother."

"Yes." Yeah."

Zhan!! The sound of doom when Jihan read the spell.

In the miniset room, Jihan sat down to gulp down the contents of the can held. Gluch! He was watching the ball. The original ball, which was none other than the Earth above the pool. A transparent screen displays the point of view, which is dotted on the island of Java, broadcasting the hidden Mamah.

"You!!"

"Just wait. Keep up with the developments" said Medium leaning against the door.

"Yes." Yeah."

"There's a lot of cameras scattered around Fanam's enclosure, this middle of nowhere. Almost all are monitored, except Bunda Utari. Of the many eyes and cameras, the variety of functions and ages, the best witness is the God of the universe."

"God ta'ala.."

"Wake up I heard the roar of the motor behind me. I think again in the middle of the road, it was still at work. My workshop is still at home and has not been riled up for public infrastructure. I hear voices from the future."

"Continue.."

"I also see the reflection no longer the same. All glass and empty water no longer show organic shadows. Chess of our senses hacked the mind and the tribe who continue to stay up late. Insomniacs. Strangely the skin or sense of healthy transference walafiat.

Four of the five senses malfunction in the Natural Realm. I assume my life is not for in the author's world anymore, but here, with the function of perfect senses as ever.

If it continues in psychosis, our lives are just for eating.

Mind and soul are both still ghoib. Although there are detectors for the waves and their frequencies, we will continue to ask questions. Why use a deliberate system?

Psychosis is the answer.

Something with a system that just happens to be, won't survive.

But.. Will or will, is like a god to the soul and mind. The system here is our slave. Are you ready to take care of yourself, your strength, and your grace?"

"I. yeah. Ready.."

"Still walking. If the number there reaches one hundred percent, it means connecting successfully."

Jihan glanced at the monitor. Still at twenty-four percent.

"Hopefully drastic."