Women Rolling

Chapter 8's

Hours 19.00.

Nuts and skin-peel fused messy scattering.

Jumbo packaging tortillas that have been peeled haphazardly, as well as several other snacks, crowded scattered in almost all parts of the tapestry covering an area of 2x2 meters in a room.

Colored cans of soft drinks that also enliven.

The lights of the room were left to die. Luminous light clarifies visibility, only produced from a television screen that appears flickering flickering changing atmosphere.

A cartoon film produced by Malaysia-Les' Copaque, titled 'In Ancient Times', they are watching with a million charisma-charisma of TK children.

Austin and Tara.

"For you to have komuk why Petter Parker's cake, anyway?!" tara's comments add length to the theme they are currently discussing. The middle of peeling a three-legged bean, which he then threw into the mouth and chewed it just relax. He sat down with his back against the bottom of the sofa, which was topped by Austin.

"Trus kudu cave collapsed cave face so Optimus that?" Austin rebukes. His back-straight body filled the capacity of the sofa, but his hands and mouth remained busy tore through the beans that he had placed on his stomach. "Udah ah, Tar. Males cave discuss Gaury!" cut off the man while lifting his body, rising up.

"Oh, you've been working on it for a long time!"

"By the way he's been running long, the cave is ready." One can of soda was downed by Austin, until the jakun on his neck appeared to rise and fall as the liquid drained his throat.

"Fuck the fucker! Gosah all alesan tu girl aggressive, it's catfish. Don't pantes you're a muna!" Tara sneered bitterly.

"As far as you are, Tar! Mo cave pull!"

"Eh, mo where are you, Le?!" tara exclaimed looking at Austin's back who was stepping towards his private room.

"Bobo!"

"Still at seven, Kampred!!'

"Intentionally! Tomorrow's cave mo nemuin Jasmine!"

The voice was heard by Tara, faintly. Austin has disappeared behind a blue door with a soft gun poster right in the middle. "Jasmine she said? What's that anyway?!" Tara is banging her shoulders with her lips back and forth pursing.

Tomorrow, at 10:00 in the morning.

After cleaning himself due to oil scabs in his workshop, Austin began to attach a helmet to his head right in front of his favorite big motorbike.

Tara approached with an English key in her hand. "So pull you?!"

"Yes." Yeah." A short wind Austin replied. His body started dragging his motorbike from the parking lot, creeping towards the streets.

"Jasmine who the hell, Le?" ask kepo Tara.

"Former people!"

Tara was surprised to hear Austin. His face was like a glass of milk. "Bini guys?"

"Yo'i!"

"That's really you, Le-"

Not finished Tara's mouth squeaked, Austin had raced his bike first and away leaving him in a thickening curiosity.

Just a short time ago, Austin had already arrived at the place yesterday he had almost bumped into Jasmine. On his motorbike he sat while smoking a cigarette on the side of the road near a catapult tree. His helmet he put on the rearview mirror. Now his plain face was clearly exposed without sensors.

He'll come to Jasmine's house after he finishes his cigarette. Since smoking near a pregnant woman is not a wise thing of course, Austin thought quite understandably.

Regarding the purpose, Austin himself did not understand, why his instincts continue to lead closer to the pregnant woman, when so many beautiful women with seductive body looks, chasing after her alternately. Including some gemoy men, members of the BLD Gang aka Emergency Level Sissies, who deliberately hang out at his cafe every afternoon.

Jijay, Chinyiinnn!! Austin shuddered as the splinters fled before the creatures made their bodies torn apart, groped - sometimes forced to meet.

The figure with the hair of a midget, a knee-length negligee, as well as his sack and iron scavenging wraps, unexpectedly caught Austin's sight. The man smiled to find that what he was looking for appeared without having to go to his residence by the river, with garbage that made him not comfortable enough actually.

With sparkling eyes, and spirit steps, Austin moved closer to Jasmine who had just exited a small alley towards her home.

"Hay, Jasmine," said Austin after being right in front of Jasmine. The maximum smile that he always hid from outside audiences, including Tara, is now shown full of sincerity.

Jasmine, who was busy stuffing some plastic bottles she had just found into the sack, suddenly lifted her face that was originally bowed, looking at the owner of a rather unfamiliar greeting voice.

Their banging gazes gave birth to different expressions.

Austin was still smiling. His palms looked small in prayer in front of his face, very carefree.

Until a split second later, the man found something unnatural on Jasmine's sweet face. His voice changed in astonishment. The pregnant woman seemed to be trembling backwards with an expression of great fear, after staring and smearing Austin's eyes and face quite fixed, as if digging another dimension from the angle of his mind.

Golden bright brown eyes .. blond hair .. jawline firm ... face it ....

"Don't! No!" racau Jasmine. Cold sweat began to fall around his temples as a result of the overwhelming attack of fear.

The figure of Austin like a hunter with a sharp badik who was ready to hit his heart without feeling, Jasmine described her horror over the man.

"Jasmine." Jasmine." Austin certainly felt strange about what he caught from the woman. Why her? At least that's what his heart says.

The more Austin tried to get closer, the more Jasmine dodged.

"I beg you, don't take me! Please go!"

"Jasmine! What's up?!" Austin was still trying to get close to her - demanding an answer from Jasmine's curly-dry expression towards her.

"CURRY!!"

Until the screams forced Austin to stop. He remained silent in his place not continuing. His gaze increasingly implied a blackened incomprehension.

Fortunately there was no one around that place, which might have clouded an atmosphere that Austin did not understand at all.

Finally he let Jasmine run away leaving him with tears blasting full of fear.

"What's the same with girls?" Austin muttered as he stared at the empty street before him. "Why is he scared to look at the cave face?" he continued scratching his head that did not itch a whole lot. "Gini's handsome cave, really."

Austin looked in the rearview mirror of his motorcycle to make sure there was nothing wrong with his face.

"The cave-face bludgeons. His grandfather was still Brad Pitt's classmate," his silly chirp as he straightened his gaze back at the small alley on the left of the street where Jasmine lived in it.

The woman's fearful shadow now filled her mind vividly. "Gua has to find out the cause."

Spurting his motorbike, Austin really felt something was wrong with Jasmine. His head was filled with only that woman.

Like a deep trauma silly scapegoating himself as the perpetrator, Austin thought to guess just the origin.

Or maybe ....

The amnesia she suffered months ago still leaves her with pieces of things she can't remember - about who Jasmine was in her past?

But ....

Didn't the doctor say he had recovered a total of four months ago. It was only temporary amnesia.

And Jasmine?

Who the hell is he?

What does this have to do with the woman's fear?