Twin
Disputes
Friday morning was shady, but not overcast. Jihan looked up, she found a lot of clouds up there. He was in front of the house, waiting to be made ketoprak by his brother who used to hang out near the mosque, intercepted before reaching the middle of the Lam Alif line. He used to buy Sundays when he came home from jogging. But he had bad luck, so buy on the street after jiarah.
The pajamas used are no tangles. Jihan's skin has no wrinkles. Usually people who just woke up carrying pearls eyes that, ketoprak-holic has become the sweetest object next to the cart.
"Nutritional.. You nourish my heart," seduced the boy who kept staring as he walked.
"Hii lebay."
A few seconds later..
"Garak teething!! Vecka!" yelled White Blue at a safe distance.
"Hi, order too?"
"Ehhh.."
"Good name" said the young man, who had witnessed the boy. "Wrap one up."
Jihan doesn't chim in. Fortunately, Ketoprak's brother has finished packing. Jihan immediately left the place to bring her breakfast. The young man continued to look, until Jihan entered the house.
In the room, the ketupat earlier, Jihan opened onto the plate. Sit sweet on the desk chair.
Jihan let Black Ring jump into the wall of the room, a bit shocked but she continued to tear the plastic crackers. Jihan immediately feeds herself, eating.
Zwiiit!
"God.."
"Ummh.." said Jihan, calmly ruffled by the waist of Nina's transparent shadow. "Yes, what the hell..?"
Jihan wiped her wet lips, licked.
"Gelud!"
"Busy.."
"Udah you get out there first. Let me live."
Diandra seemed to position the body in its establishment near Jihan, Nina's body in half, cut vertically.
"Yes?"
"Nthar.. Open Nin."
"You guys at what the hell? I also passed by. Wait sawer?" ask Jihan who then feeds the spoon again, twice. His cheeks looked bloated. He doesn't care if Diandra's body is broken and colored.
"Si Bihun semalem to the ship."
Jihan chews the mouth load while listening. While the one being watched was busy helping Nina. Until Jihan swallowed up, Diandra was still squatting, as if he was scraping cardboard, being colonized and scrambling live.
"Ship Han."
"Not even. discussed again," Jihan cut into pieces her rhombus with a spoon. "Not at breakfast? What's the migration, your stomach worms?"
"Sori disrupt. Disputes aren't just happening to us, Han. This idle land is claimed! Yes taken over parasas, brothers. Space-time is abandoned, so it's a place for alien livestock, aliens."
"Trus.. What is Bihun doing there? Failed to close what?"
"Obsorted.."
"Huh?"
"Voin reported, then the news of the Vita is valid. You see, not only, battered it.. Romi was kidnapped too."
"Paduh.. Ck! Is he again?" jihan asked over what happened to Romi the other day while combing paradox.
"OKAY. Okay. Maem.. Slow. There's another one that's still invalid, still wanted."
"We're guests at Fanam Yan. Don't be free, save our soul. Bagusan the Bonin tuh, diem. Stik pickers."
"Not really, Judes. I'm a psychopath, brother."
"By the way.."
"Is there a show, huh?"
"Yes. But. males wear stuntmen. I have an interview with the guy. Ummm.. I'm still waiting for a call."
"It's important to me too Han."
"Disputes.. That's got me. If that's still invalid, I don't know."
"Gue tasa paradox. But not to discuss his intentions. He's switched off. Death.."
"Hhh. About platen lo jago. But he was intent on coup d'etat, until he died before I attended?"
"Feeding. Okay..?" diandra Plan. "Fii. ling.."
Jihan bribed her food. Diandra silently stared without a blink, waiting for a response.
Serious is chewing while splitting rhombus.
"Hhh. yeah. Maybe your world is above-conscious."
"Sotoy.."
"Yes. What kind of council prints? He's a kid but a cash drain. I'm looking for work, that's alesan let the national treasury last."
"Case of state, treasury of state.. By one!"
"busy. I also pack lo Nin."
"By the way.."
"Yes already. Okay. Abis interview, I'm going to BU (ultimate earth)."
"So you wanna come? You don't go alone Han. We're leaving together," said Diandra.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Focus ya, Sister Judes' interview."
"Yes, Bonin! I'm choking, ntar!"
Zwiiit..!
The Black Ring that was indeed internally connected to Jihan's head, immediately crawled through the wall. Once close, this 'living rubber' sped into the closet. He seeped into the mirror surface.
Jihan slightly directed her seat into the closet after the long glass lit up. He saw that Paltina had been covered by Four Feet, Not Quadas, Rocket Handed, Squid Helmet, Elephant Non Feet, like a demo.
There are still real monsters in the back row. But there are those who hold the round board with their language message. Maybe it was a demo.
The quarantine ship doesn't decorate its stars anymore. The view was blocked by them. The defense device appears to be active indicators, in ready-to-fire mode. Some robot-weapons look like fans and still look left-right.
The video slides to the side, turning into a second report, channel titled report. Data showing the already urbanized Moon landmass. While the Earth is still round and shrouded in fog all over its atmosphere.
The shape of the building on the Moon is still unfamiliar, not a city of human works. There are houses of protestors because the video is accompanied by text or information. There is a Durian skin-like but floating. Next to it, the house is a thick layer, but exactly the skeleton of the skull so that it can not be distinguished by a mask. There is even a similar Roal Coaster rail (the room where it is). Until there's something like Bonsai.
Almost all of the surface of the Moon is occupied. So once the camera finds a fairly wide ground slingshot, a live view in the zoom in.
Syuutts..
Right in the middle, three huge poles were laid out. Although the buffer, strangely the main part is actually built in the middle, and it's a large cage.
Pole one inhabited Romi. The body floats in the middle of the cell. Whether the body of his Junior High where, this young man the host or the driver Romi.
At the second pole, the occupants of the middle cell face down slightly smoky and Jihan knew the saint-spirited young man. It was indeed Giga aka the Bihun. But Giga didn't move. Or maybe he's fainting like Diandra reported.
On the third pole, another view. The occupants of the cell are Mamah, none other than Paradok Jihan. He was intentionally on display on the prison wall. His head, body, hands and feet were wrapped in a wire bracelet. His chest was still trapped by an iron rod.
The locking layer in the triple cage splashed broken, glittering but unstable even zip. Geetik..! Kriik!!
Crikkh..!! Getrikh..!!
Cwiings... Jetrikh!!
"Who am I wearing sadistic gini..?" muttered Jihan in her sitting. "What other models.."
As Diandra said. The moon and Earth have been taken to the surface of a farm field.
Space and time are no longer in man, there are no rules. Not an important part anymore, because when given civilization, the Earth is no longer habitable.
Jihan's phone rang in her suit pocket.
The crane! The crane! The sound of a sedan over the clatter. The car came down not propped up. Try to see a big friend. Gallons and cucumbers all broken..
The crane! The crane! The sound of a sedan over the clatter. The car came down not propped up. Try to see a big friend. Gallons and cucumbers all broken..
The crane! The crane! Sedan..
Click!
"Good morning, with sister Giziania?"
"I-yes, I'm on my own, Ma'am."
"We from the company Hamam Jeans invited Sister to interview today.at ten."
"Oh. Good Ma'am. Where's his office address, Ma'am?"
"The Grand Office Complex.."
Record icon Jihan touch. Click!
".. Merdeka B1's. Sisters meet Nelsa's mother or the personnel. Is anyone asked?"
"Ten hour huh Ma'am?"
"Hour ten.."
"good. Thank you Ma'am."
"Together."
Jihan sat back with her phone still in her hand. The face in the video made him stunned. The clock in her room showed half an eight, second to second only that gaze that Jihan did.
Is it possible that the same weapon will befall him later when he is the same age as his mother? The object could belong to a paradox from a previous time. Jihan remains worried about the driver because it is starting to come back.
