ASMARALOKA DUSK
CHAPTER 97. Fear of Asmara

...Love is Not Who Fast He Can Be, But love is he who comes at the right time....

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It's pretty scary, Asmara just thinks hopefully this is just a demon. 'Inner her'

Because if this is true, the demons that come may be usually calm. But if criminals or people who have bad intentions come, what can be romance, while he is alone.

Honestly Asmara does not intend to open the door of his house, but the knock out there increasingly makes his ears buzz.

Never mind to close your eyes, Feel calm maybe now Asmara can not.

The night is getting cold. The sound of animal sounds is getting closer to the ear.

I don't know why this night is more somber than the nights before. It was probably the first night that Asmara felt fear in her heart.

Already since 15 minutes ago Asmara no longer heard the sound of knocking on the door. It was enough to make Asmara a little relieved.

Trouble Asmara tried to close her eyes. But it wasn't easy for him.

Long enough Asmara calms his mind, until his eyes feel painful so alone.

Just asmara closed her eyes, again she had to wake up, for the second time she heard a knock on the door outside her house.

But there is something different, this time in addition to the knock on the door there is also the sound of neighbors who are very recognizable by Asmara.

"Mom midwife. Please Mom !!"

Rushing Asmara rose from her sleep, towards the main door, and sure enough after she opened the door of her house, Asmara found the figure of Bu Seno coming with a look of his panicked face.

"What's wrong Mom ?"

Immediately Asmara asked his neighbor, and Bu Seno seemed to try to catch his breath after running towards Asmara's house.

"Mother Asthma, my husband"

Asmara fused her eyebrows together, waiting for the next sentence that Bu Seno wanted to say to her.

"Pak Seno why Ma'am ?"

Asmara tries to calm her neighbors down, and starts asking about what the problem is.

"My husband is hot mom, shivering and delirious all the time"

"I'm confused how to"

The sobs color the rest of the Asmara night, it is impossible for Asmara to ignore the pleas of her neighbors, while the inconvenience she will also definitely need them.

Without ba bi bu Asmara grabbed her Medical Kid bag, and rushed after Bu Seno towards her house.

Bu Seno House with Asmara is only about 20 meters away, so it does not take long, they have arrived at their destination.

Sure enough, after a series of examinations carried out by Asmara, he found an infection wound on the leg of Mr. Seno, seen for quite a long time, and through the words of Bu Seno, a few days ago Mr. Seno accidentally stepped on a stump (the remains of a log that has been slashed).

His wounds look quite deep, and Asmara felt unable to take action, other than because of the lack of facilities also because of the competence of Asmara who is only a midwife.

"Mom. It seems Mr. Seno needs to be taken to the Puskesmas, to take action on his wounds"

Seeing the confusion on Bu Seno's face. Asmara tried to provide an alternative.

"But for a while I will give Antibiotics and dehumidifiers, hopefully tomorrow the condition of ak Seno is much better, and can be taken to Puskesmas soon." said Asmara.

Although tomorrow Mr. Seno has improved, of course Asmara still asks him to be taken to the health center, in addition to the wound which is quite deep, from the wound also has the potential to cause infections that will actually cause complications. Fear of high blood sugar Pak Seno will even be fatal later.

The length of Asmara provides an explanation.

After giving enough explanation and doing the examination, Asmara rushed back to her house.

It was already midnight when Asmara stepped foot into his house, Asmara only realized if it turned out that he had not locked the door of his house.

With a body that is already tired, Asmara no longer thinks about the key problem, he just went straight to his room, the goal is only one, of course to relieve his body from fatigue and anxiety.

Before Asmara entered her room, she only realized that the lights in her kitchen were still on, as I recall she had turned them off before she went to the previous room.

'What a weird' Inner Asmara

But no longer thinking about the lights in his house, Asmara chose to rush to his room, tired of his body makes him no longer want to struggle with his bad thoughts.

Rest becomes the greatest desire of Asmara.

Rushing Asmara towards his room, but just a few steps he went inside, his steps had to stop, when a hand was blocking his shoulder.

'Merinding ?. Scared ?.' Sure oes.

Not only romance maybe many women out there will feel afraid too, if faced with the same conditions.

May have run away in a storm when the same conditions occur there they are. So too with Asmara.

I want it to feel Asmara yelling loudly, but his tongue feels funny, let alone to scream, shift his body he is not able to.

Cold sweat began to wet her forehead, shaking Asmara's body as the figure behind her drew closer to her.

Romance can only squeeze the edge of his shirt, hoping it's just a dream. But it felt too high of an expectation, until he felt the hand had real touch her.

A hand that is believed to belong only to a man, because the hand feels big and stocky.

All prayers he neat, hoping if this is a demon then immediately disappear, but if this is human, Asmara only hope if hopefully he can faint only.

Vibrating body Asmara held Breath that began to touch the nape of her neck. Sure enough, the closer the distance was to the figure behind him, Asmara felt his breath begin to greet his neckline.

'Merinding' of course

'Oh Allah. Help Servant' Inner Asmara in the chest.

The atmosphere was so calm and so cold. Until Asmara can only remain silent in her fear.

"Why don't you open the door for me"

The heavy voice of the clear male figure Asmara knew who it belonged to.

'Could it be' Inner Asmara

As much as the energy of romance convinces his heart and mind. If it is not possible his conjecture is true, but his taste sense of signs is the same, 'inner Asmara'

"Don't you know I'm cold waiting for you"

A voice that felt increasingly heavy, with the body getting closer.

Her body heat can be amorous taste, and Asmara is still loyal to her silence, honestly fearing the taste.

Want Asmara to answer, but unlucky again his tongue feels funny even though only to just take out one word.

"I miss you "

The voice was increasingly clearly greeting the ears of Asmara, until the moment Asmara ventured to flip his body.

And sure enough, the figure behind his body was a figure who was so familiar with Asmara.

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