Widow Pellets Teaser

Ep 161s

...The shield man for his woman. Not a woman who becomes an iron sheath for her man....

..._Eouny Jeje_'s chat...

...Everything about your mass I've overwritten. In fact, ghosts would be confused to know who you are and who I am....

..._Jack_'s chat...

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Jack looked at Puspa.

You're the only one possessed by that ghost, Nana. You're without a ghost in your body it's been pretty creepy. Especially haunted!

Jack took a breath. Stepping on the gas pedal. Towards the house he lived in with Puspa.

In thirty minutes. They reached their homes. The puspa first went down at the beginning. It follows Jack who follows the woman into the main room.

Both the couple's faces looked grim. It was as if stirring up thoughts that made each of them look uneasy.

"Jack" said Puspa after sitting on the bedside.

Jack just arrived in the room. Passing through the line of the door, sat down by the woman's side, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I think if the ghost knows you. I think he's trying to hurt us."

"It has. Don't make myself wonder what sounds like something magical but strange. We should call that ghost not there."

"Then, why is your old name mentioned?"

"There's possibility. He knows me by investigating my life."

"What's the point?" Puspa turned around for a moment, "Don't call it a novel, a stalker who likes you."

Jack smiled sarcastically, "If so very interesting. If it were the other way around, it made me very curious."

Jack became restless. A masalalu? Time passed by then.

Tina's.

Jack quipped over a name that suddenly entered his mind. He sighed. Expel thinking.

Puspa became panicked, for the first time Jack was seen in a huff, he looked at Jack. As if she was a haunted woman, her presence greatly threatened her position.

The woman is mysterious. However, the sharp aura drugged terrifyingly. He even seemed easy to snatch Jack from me. For the first time, I felt unsafe.

"Is he also investigating me?"

Jack made fun of it as if he was staring at Lea standing before him with a thousand masks of his identity. He looked back at Puspa. He held Puspa's hand.

"Everything about your mass has been overwritten. In fact, ghosts would be confused to know who you are and who I am."

Puspa pitted his pair of eyes against the ceiling of the room. His doubts are gone. However, still the possibility of becoming a boomerang, it still exists.

More concealed. The more terrifying the secret. Because, there is a strong reason to play hide and seek. Hide and seek's.

"I won't stay silent. I'll find anything about him. To have mine covered before she unloads it."

Jack looked. His eyes are sarcastic.

Dup! Dup! Dup!

Jack's heart beat very fast. For the first time, he met a woman he had to watch out for.

Who her?

Jack raised his gaze on the cheek of the woman next to him. The bruise on that face, was definitely not an ordinary human slap.

Should I believe it? That its power comes from the ability of karateka time SD. Can bruise Nana's face like this. It's ridiculous! That woman is ridiculous. Iron hands. The most interesting thing is who is he? Randi oh Randi! The name I threw away a long time ago. Why get exposed again?

Curiosity and interest are mounting. He stood up, ready to leave the room.

"Where are you going?"

"Well call someone."

Jack passes. He walked to his balcony. His pair of eagle eyes were sharply staring at the night sky with many stars. The moon seems to be his talking partner.

You are attractive while making a move.

"I'll call him."

Jack returned his phone. Pressing green calls on contacts. Lea—My Wish's.

Not long. Connected calls.

"Where are you?" The question that came surprised Tina.

"Garden" said Tina across the street.

"It's been so night" Jack protested.

"It's only 11pm" Tina said. He simply winked at the sight of a woman who decorated his nails with a half-sleepy look.

"Lea, what are you doing?"

"I'm asking someone to paint my nails."

"Do you have time to meet?"

Tina tilted her lips.

"I don't have time right now. Randi, I'm so busy."

"You?" Jack's breath seemed to hold for a few seconds. Randi's name was thrown so easily, and it sounded very insinuating to her.

Tina pulled her phone down from her earlobe. He smiled amusedly at the screen of his phone.

The keys! Tina pressed the end call button.

Tina looked back at every nail she had dried. Each finger of his fingernails is decorated with red roses on a black Dove background.

"Thank you," —Tina set her sights on the label of the name of the employee menicure pedicure shirt — "Anjanie."

Tina took out a sheet of money tips for the woman who decorated her beautiful nails.

"Thank you."

"Back" said Tina, getting up from her chair.

The woman named Anjanie smiled and received the money tips later.

Tina out of the tent Stan nail painting. Now, he stepped towards the pujasera booth. He stepped into one of the open tents. Provides various variants of Mrs Empek-empek. Kamto.

Tina stepped in. Sit in one of the chairs. Ordering. In a matter of minutes. Empek had arrived before him. He cut off each slice of beef, and dropped the gravy from the fiber bottle.

One wedge went into Tina's mouth. He chews slowly. It was as if his entire oral cavity had been enjoying the taste of pithy in his mouth. However, his tongue was no longer able to feel that way.

"It feels so bad."

Tina sighed.

"The "ghost tongue cannot feel anything anymore. I'm dead already. All my senses are dead. Even my feelings are dull."

Tina stood up leaving the tent. He put a piece of money on the table. Then, he returned to the other food tent. He chose the traditional cake tent again, gandos.

"For a long time, do not enjoy the typical cake of central Java."

Tina sat down to order. A middle-aged man delivered a single portion of the order.

In a very quick count, Tina had exhausted it. He continued with the order with many additional orders of sandwiches. Until the owner stopped, and stared at each paper plate on the table.

"Add more, sir," Tina's pinta.

"It's over, Mom!" The middle-aged man nodded. He set his gaze on the belly of the woman who was walking towards him.

Not bad either. Though he ate a lot.

The owner was very surprised.

"Thank you sir" said Tina. Put the money on the table then.

The middle-aged man nodded.

Tina walked away.

The middle-aged man headed towards the table. Will be ready to clean the paper on the table. However, he was struck by every pile of Gandos cookies that had been chewed scattered down under the chair's feet, forming a mountain of flour cakes on the ground. Looks disgusting.

The owner gritted his teeth. His heart was like a needle. Surprised to be half dead.

"Ghost?"

As if he could not believe what he saw. The owner of the store came out of his shop, and circulated his pair of eyes looking for the figure of the connoisseur of the cake.

Circulating random. Keep circulating. However, nil. That figure was like a disgrace in the swallow of the earth. He did not find.

"What money leaves too?"

Dup-dup-dup! The middle-aged man's mouth became even more palpitating.

The middle-aged man immediately went back in. Go to the table, and check the authenticity of the money.

"Not turned into a leaf. Is this real money?"

"Quiet sir. The money will not be a leaf. Stay intact forever, picture of Suharto."

A soft voice like the wind whispered to the man. Surprising. Make the whole fur niche neck stand cold bristles.

The owner of the shop cut his lips. The whole body suddenly shook. Every feather rome swelled awake. Suddenly the leg broke, and fell to the ground. Followed by his body lying to the left then. Then the view became very dark. Remembering that pretty looking figure. It is a ghost that shows itself.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Author: well start shuddering using Lea raga.

Tina : Yes. Lea is my sister. Our mother is Eoma Mayang. So the compact brothers are Thor. Two souls one body.

Author: yes compact. But, don't take donk people.