Widow Pellets Teaser

Ep 49s

...Revenge is like a tree that grows and takes root, because of the watering of tears....

...—Eouny Jeje—...

..."Love can also come from deep hatred. Love and hate sound alike. Always think about it and it's not easy to forget."...

...—Puspa—...

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

At 22. 00 Wibs

Puspa was just about to lay himself on a small cot that was just a mat with a thin mattress that looked unfit to wear, in an alaskan with a bed sheet of flowers that look dull. The nightgown she was wearing now looked minimal. His body is high. But his clothes are just that. Hanna, her aunt and Rogas, her uncle, never bought more decent clothes for her body that had grown up.

"Become," said the voice of an adult man who had arrived standing in front of her. Dara was the first name given when adopting her. Adara Arianti's. His name is good. But not as good as his fate.

Puspa. The surprised look was clearly visible on that round face. He sees Rogas coming with a plastic grocery cracker.

"What's uncle?" tanya Puspa, put her foot down on the floor.

Rogas's sight was seen falling on the skin of the teenager's thigh. Feel stared at there. Puspa immediately took the pillow and covered it. After that, Puspa looked down in fear.

"Become, get uncle a coffee." Rogas sat on the edge of the bed.

Puspa immediately stood up. He immediately faced the table and started brewing coffee. Behind his back, that pair of wild eyes with a hint of fine wrinkles was seen assessing the skinny-looking girl's body.

"How old are you now?"

"15 years old, uncle," replied Puspa as he stirred the coffee.

"Weight?"

"35 kg." Puspa put the coffee cup on the tray.

"You're too skinny. Should be, if it contains more. You must be very interesting and good at sight of course."

Puspa swallowed his saliva. That word sounds like a threat. However, he brushed off bad thoughts and walked over to get some coffee.

"It's uncle."

Rogas took a cup. Sipping slowly, "Coffee is as sweet as its maker. A very sweet virgin."

The deg! Puspa's heart twitched at the compliment. There's fear there. The first time he heard his uncle praise him.

"Why?"

Puspa raised his face. Reverie's scum. However, he did not realize Rogas' gaze had been fixed on his chest which had just been seen growing. Behind those pajamas. She never wore a bra or the kind of underwear a teenage girl should wear.

"It's okay uncle."

"You're all grown up."

Puspa stood stiff. This question made his mind feel more threatened.

"Should have worn underwear."

The deg! A pair of Puspa eyeballs bulging. The sentence was right in the corner of his mind, and he immediately knew the direction of his uncle's eyes on his chest. He immediately turned his body.

"Become, don't be afraid. Uncle only cares.Therefore uncle bought this for you."

Puspa vibrates. Hearing the sound of grocery crackles in the open. Makes Puspa more agitated. Then came the big, strong hand that touched his shoulder.

"Try to see first."

The deg! Puspa. However, his body was twisted by Rogas. Face him.

Puspa shook his head. The underwear was red with lace motifs and did not look appropriate for teenagers like him.

"Wear it." Rogas put his hand on Puspa's shoulder. Then, the rough hand came down from the shoulder down the spine that felt strong shaking, and finally stopped squeezing the small waist Puspa. "Uncle help put up, yeah."

"Uncle, no!" whinek Puspa. However, the urge came to him. He was dropped on a small bed that wouldn't fit two people. Then, the big man came to anchor himself right on top of his small frail body. The sound of the bed rattled sounded heartbreaking. Kreett ! Krittt! the kreett!

"Little girl. Servant uncle. Then all you want. I'll give you."

Puspa shook his head. Her tears fall down with many threats that scare her, "Pa-man, don't! I-I'm ti-dak ma-u!"

But every tear of Puspa did not stop Rogas. Rogas only chuckles over his naps. He stroked the little girl's hair. Kissing her forehead, and the other hand put away the little hand of the girl that looks crossed on the chest.

"Don't cry. Uncle didn't hurt you. Uncle just taught me how you should grow up serving the people who have taken care of you."

Sretta! Tearing cloth sounded. Tears fell, and a pagutan came to his neck.

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"No!!!" Waking up from his nightmares. Sweat and tears flooded his face.

"What's wrong? You're having a nightmare?" There was the sound of a man also waking up, and the hand crawled around wiping away the tears.

Puspa turned his face to the origin of the sound. He sighed, there was relief there.

Not that Rogas bresek. He's Jack.

Puspa immediately hugged Jack, and whispered, "I had another nightmare."

"Dream what, dear Nana?" the man embraced tight.

Puspa seemed to think for a while, and replied, "I dream, you and that ugly baby together."

"ugly ashtray?" Jack frowned, "Aprilia?" His eyes looked disgusted then when Puspa felt nodding over his shoulders.

"There's no way I'm with him. Except, he's been meeping," said Jack, holding a growl inside his chest. He remembered sleeping with the one-child widow twice. It was his worst misfortune, and he promised, that it would never happen again. It'll never happen again. If that happened, then he had become an idiot man.

"You don't say that. Love can also come from deep hatred. Love and hate sound alike. Always thinking about it and not easily forgetting it."

"My hate and disgust will not turn into love. Unless, I'm on a pellet or turned into an idiot."

Puspa. Releasing his embrace and looking at Jack fixedly, the thin lips asked him, "Do you love me?"

Jack did not answer. A kiss he landed on Puspa's lips

He stayed there for five seconds, and he whispered over those lips, "Jack loves Nana very much."

"Gombal." Puspa pushed Jack, unbuttoning his top shirt. Even he did not realize that Jack had caught up with him at home, and accompanied him to sleep all night. A wild surprise at midnight like this.

Jack is stunned by every button button held by Puspa. Then, his eyes fell irritated at the slow-moving white hand accidentally unbuttoning the shirt button.

"Do you need help opening it?" I want Jack to tear off Puspa's shirt.

Moving unbuttoning was slow, even though my naps had peaked from day to night. While you continue to fall asleep, complained Jack.

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