Widow Pellets Teaser

Ep 171s

...You think you're the kind of men who deserve to be called mahesas. It is the only one on earth whose life is called God....

..._Puspa_'s chat...

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Clamps!

Puspa opened the door to the hotel room. Remembering something on his face. He immediately grabbed it.

Blam it!

The hotel room door was closed again. He turned to Madam Marlena. He touched her face and asked, "Is my face going to be okay?"

Madam Marlena breathed a heavy sigh.

Puspa. She was very worried that Grandma Mayang's nails would make her face rotten instantly.

Madam Marlena twists cigarette butts on a maggot-studded ashtray. Dead cigarette butts. He got up from his chair, circled out of his beer table. Walked closer to the panicked woman.

"Will it be okay? Will there be maggots back?"

Madam Marlena pinched Puspa's chin. Turn to the right, to see the wound that is not visible to the eye.

"Look at the moment, all right."

"You mean?" Panic Puspa roar faster.

"We'll see the effects of that scratch in the next few days. If, it looks bad. You must offer something to the devil Mayang."

The deg! Puspa's heart twitched tensely. He glanced at the ashtray. Wanting to vomit, considering every maggot had been writhing for so long in the layers of his facial skin.

"I'll do anything to save my face!" Puspa.

Madam Marlena sighed. He touched her face, Grandma Arum's slap was so hot and sent a burning sensation.

"I even thought of my face."

Puspa buried his mind for a moment. He feels deadlocked at the moment. A broken face is a shame. How can he go to the club? If, his face buried the maggots in a layer of skin. Slowly and surely, the maggot will rise to the surface of the skin, and look disgusting in front of everyone.

"You have to help me and take responsibility. Madam, who introduced myself to those two weird old grannies."

Madam Marlena opened her palm, "Don't just ask for help. Without paying."

As if understanding the direction of Madam Marlena's request. Puspa reached into his small wallet from his pants pocket. Then open the wallet. Take the black card, head for Madam Marlena's desk. Embed the card on the lips of the EDC machine.

Press how many digits the numbers will be paid. Then, press the pin then.

Drrv!

The sheet of paper comes out slowly from the lips of the EDC. Puspa immediately tore it apart, and put it on Madam Marlena's hand.

"Make sure my face won't get maggots like that."

Madam Marlena spelled on the number Puspa paid for her, "Ten million."

"I'll add to it later. If, this has already passed. No more rotten maggots hiding in the skin layers."

Puspa stepped away. Leaving hotel. Back, to his house. After, shut off the engine. He got off his car. Just staring at the void of Jack's car yard.

"That guy never visited me again? What's wrong with her?"

Puspa went into his house. Only emptiness welcomes him. Sad and gloomy. Puspa held his breath, as if loneliness was a bullet that shot at his chest.

"I'm alone!"

Puspa stared at the picture frame on the wall. There himself. There's Jack grabbing his shoulder.

"You never even came back. What's wrong with you, Jack? Bored!"

Puspa sighed. Ripping a cell phone out of his pants pocket. At 01:00 in the morning, it is shown on the welcome screen of his mobile phone.

Thumb Puspa rolling, to the contact list. Then, his thumbs preparing will press the call to one name. Jack-Crocodile.

The next three seconds. Puspa undoes his intentions. He shook his head then.

"The crocodile man must have gone to another cave. What we think!"

Puspa threw the origin of his phone fell onto one of the sofas.

Puspa devious whining. Staring at every finger of his fingernail, "Jack, you dare to play me. I gladly set yourself up as the fall of my salvation."

Puspa. His eyes looked like they were hating. He immediately stepped into his bedroom. Plunge his tired body into his contest bed.

Puspa stared at the ceiling of his room for a moment. He squinted then would be the figure of Jack who looks peppered other women.

"Curtain!" Puspa spat the wind then.

"You think you're men who deserve to be called mahesas. It is the only one on earth whose life is called God."

Puspa smiled obliquely.

"I'll present you, Jack!"

Puspa cut his lips then. Wake up for a while. Until the silence with the sound of crickets led him to dissolve in his sleep that penetrated other spatial dimensions.

The deg! Puspa opened his pair of eyes. A coldness pierced his skin. Surprised him. He looked around. He's in the ocean. He wiggled his legs that looked tailed as well as scaly gold. He drowned himself under the surface of the water. He paddled his fish's feet around in the water and swam towards a bridge that was visible on the shore. Swim very fast and agile. Without realizing he had become a fish.

Puspa's view from the water, sharp as a ray of light, highlights the foot of the bridge's pillars. His pair of eyes were brightly patterned, when the image of the foot of the foot of the bridge's titian pillar was increasingly framed large in his eyeballs. His head slowly rose to the surface. Wiggling scaly legs. Reach the first step of the bridge.

Reaching the Titian bridge. The woman's delicate hand clasped the edge of the stairs. Puspa feel ready to go up every step of the stairs. But suddenly I feel awkward. As if, he felt that he only had one leg, and it was very difficult to move. It was as if numbness to jump up. As strong as his energy, Puspa pushed his body up the first rung of stairs. Slowly dragging his body to the floor of the wooden bridge.

Droplets of sea water seemed to fall like rinai kissing the floor of the bridge with a rush. Puspa wiped the water sweat on his face. Then, he turned his head, checking his legs.

"What's this?" puspa's shock on her. His body stretched to his chest, scaly like a fish.

"I'm a mermaid?" Puspa shook his head, in disbelief. He wanted to check if every figure was real to him. He pulled out one of his body scales.

"Aw!" ringis Puspa was sick when one of his scales was pulled rough. He clamped the scales in his hand, he looked impossible.

"Why did I become a fish? Mermaids?"

"Because we want it."

Two unfamiliar voices sounded simultaneously. Puspa turned to the origin of the voice. He was surprised by Grandma Mayang and Grandma Arum who were present together in front of him.

"Why did you turn me like this?"

The two demon ladies were only shrinking. Seen walking closer with intersecting positions alternately. Then, the two demonic women sat crouching before him. Grinning with cruelty in his eyeballs. Revenge is like staring away at the bottom of the sea.

"Did you forget? What have you done to me?" granny Arum said.

"You still have amnesia?" granny Mayang said.

Swallow. Puspa shook his head. At least he never remembered ever injuring these two demonic women. He doesn't remember.

"You forgot?" The two words were spoken simultaneously.

Puspa shook his head.

Grandma Arum and Grandma Mayang exchanged looks. Exchanging a sly smile. Then, two spirits look at each other, overlapping, exchanging positions. Slowly then, it fused to form a single figure that looked familiar. A very familiar woman. Ugly babu.

"You ugly babu?"

The figure in front nodded his head. Smiling cynically.

"How are you, Princess?"

Puspa prepared to throw his hands into the air. Touching the face of the woman in front of him. However, his weight was lifted into the air, getting higher and higher.Then, the downfall of gravity knocked him down very quickly.

Byurr!

The sound of water is shocking. Make the whole Puspa senses spurred awake, and he is back awake. His pair of eyes were patterned with the shock of the encounter with a figure he had forgotten.

Puspa immediately rose to position himself to sit down. He checked his feet. Not scaly. It has a beautiful pair of legs and a level.

"I'm not going to be a fish!" pekik Puspa was low on himself.

"That woman? Over where? Alive or dead?" muttered Puspa confused and restless then.

Dup-dup-dup! Puspa's heart beat fast. Suddenly the silhouette of the woman he met in the bookstore. Highlight those sharp and hateful eyes, reminiscent of the figure of the woman he had once lived with.

"No way," puspa's bell.

"He's a transformation of ugly babu.  Ashes to Cinderella. Fairy tales alive! That's ridiculous!"

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