12 Badoets
Nem's Nude

Exactly at 8 p.m., Ki Sarno's patient line ended already. The roof tiles that were standing all day and standing at the door, looked exhausted. Angel, Nilla and Wildan. Their faces were greasy and messy. Tired, tired, and saturated are clearly reflected in the look of their eyes. It's true, the most exhausting thing in this world is waiting.

Nilla deftly took the make up box and returned to repair Wildan's makeup that had been chaotic. Not to forget the imported perfume is sprayed to reduce the sour aroma of the wry from sweat and the accrued feet. After his performance looked better, Wildan got out of the car. Occasionally he beats to relax his throat so as not to come out the voice of a hoarse man and bass.

"Where? Ready yet?" angel asked as he watched Wildan who sighed several times.

"OK," Wildan said with a small shrill voice. He moved his finger with a wig.

"Eh, wait a minute!" stop Angel when Wildan is about to step up.

"What else?" wildan's grumbling was upset. His voice came back out.

"The sponge on your right chest is sagging guobl*k!" angel laughed half. Wildan hurriedly corrected the position of the sponge on his chest.

The night air is pretty cold. The black sky was starless this time, although there was no cloudiness and there seemed to be no sign of rain. But still the darkness creeps up adding to the creepy aura when paying attention to the house of the shaman who is already known to be a guardian.

The roof tiles that were about to enter the house were seen sighing when they saw the arrival of Wildan and Angel. It seems that the tiles want to rest immediately, because they suspect that there are no more patients coming.

"Sorry ladies, it's too late. Please come back here tomorrow morning" said the man with the head of plontos.

"It's only 8pm, Father. Come on, let us meet with Ki Sarno. Look, my friend got used to it, his body was shaking all the time. Even he had a seizure and raved is not clear" said Angel. He hugged Wildan who was pretending to shiver. Wildan was very close to Angel, resting his head on the chest of the fierce woman.

"I fear that if I don't get help soon, my friend's soul is in danger. Please," said Angel. Two of Ki Sarno's temples exchanged glances in silence, then both nodded simultaneously.

The front door is opened, Wildan and Angel are welcome in. Wildan still held Angel tightly.

"Does Miss need any help carrying her?" ask the tile-headed plontos, trying to be friendly.

"Don't touch me! Get rid of your filthy hands!" wildan snapped with a shrill voice. Centeng Ki Sarno was instantly speechless, and took a few steps back.

Finally Wildan and Angel entered Ki Sarno's house. They were immediately greeted by a narrow hallway with creepy dark-colored abstract paintings. At the end of the hall is a buto painting with teeth the size of a fist. His eyes were made as if watching Wildan and Angel who stepped slowly. Wildan increasingly tightly embraced Angel, burying his head in the arms of the shoulder-haired woman.

"Heh shit*n! Are you acting or stealing a chance? Huh uh?" Angel whispered and grunted in annoyance.

"What the hell?" god Wildan giggled with a spoiled and shrill made-up voice.

"Don't run! You've been sticking to me." Angel pointed her clenched hand at Wildan.

"I'm afraid, I'm a gentle girl" said Wildan, getting coquettish and spoiled.

Angel's face flushed. He almost got out of control and launched a raw bogem on Wildan. Suddenly the wooden door at the end of the hallway just below the buto painting opened from the inside. A long-haired man looks to welcome the arrival of Wildan and Angel.

"Where did they know any guests were coming?" whispered Angel curious.

"Surely in one of the paintings there is a cctv camera. That's why I kept on acting like this Ngel" Wildan replied in a whisper. Angel squinted her eyes, snorting in annoyance.

"Just go inside Miss's room" said one of the men pointing to a wooden door full of carved pictures of mountains.

Angel also according. While dragging Wildan who pretended to be shaking violently he pushed the door and entered the room where the shaman ritual was. A clean white painted room with a maroon-red carpet lay on the floor.

Right in the middle of the room, sat cross-legged old geezer with his terrifying smile. A face full of fur, whiskers and a reddish-yellow beard. Just like corn hair. Grandpa's fingers were full of agate-eyed rings. He was facing a small table with a shabby white roll on it.

"Please sit down, Miss," said Ki Sarno kindly.

Angel and Wildan. They sat down while continuing to circulate a glance, scanning every detail of the room.

"What's it gonna take to come here?" ask Ki Sarno. His eyes alternately looked at Angel and Wildan.

"This is Mbah, my friend . . ." Angel was about to explain, but Ki Sarno suddenly put his index finger on the lips. Angel was silent. He began to fear, the psychic could guess the purpose and purpose of his arrival.

"Don't call Mbah. That's taboo. Call it Ki Sarno, or Mamas Sarno can also," said Ki Sarno with a smile. Angel gawked it.

"Heerrrrrrrrr heerrrr herrrr," suddenly Wildan growled. His eyes rose with his hands clasping Angel ever tighter.

"Waahh, looks like Miss' friend is in trouble. Maybe something is bothering him," said Ki Sarno.

Angel is confused. He found it difficult to distinguish whether Wildan was acting, or whether the man was possessed.

"Try Nona, lay down Njenengan's friends," ordered Ki Sarno panicked. He immediately stood up and approached Wildan who was now moving wildly. Wiggling like worms exposed to salt water.

Ki Sarno helps Angel lay Wildan down. After that, he commits kamit to cast a spell and presses Wildan's big toe. It was at that moment that Ki Sarno realized Wildan's legs were full of feathers. Not had time to subside his surprise, Angel had draped a folding knife in the neck of Ki Sarno.

"What the fuck?" ki Sarno Bentak.

"Don't yell or I'll make sure that a self-styled sorcerer like you will lose his head" Angel said, grinning widely.

Wildan woke up. And took out a rope that he had just chopped in a sponge that was stuck in his chest. Deftly Wildan bound Ki Sarno.

"Are you guys going to rob me? Never mind, if you need money, just grab it in that desk drawer. The results of my practice all day," said Ki Sarno trying to calm down.

"Murped? Why rob a former robber's house?" Angel smiled cynically.

Hearing Angel's words, Ki Sarno looked shocked. His eyes were round and shaking.

"Who are you really?"

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