Become Him
Poaching

“Tante, that was a really cool aunt. Aunty manages to put Rachel and her family to shame. Hahahaha ..if I don't want to show my face in public. Shame on yourself.” Marsya is enjoying her victory because she saw Rachel fall.

He deliberately designed what Martha had to do with Rachel to complete her revenge for Nata's treatment of her last night.

Now he feels relieved to have dropped and humiliated Rachel in front of many people.

“It was supposed to be aunt jorokin and Rachel. I see him constantly holding his stomach. Like,”

“Udah, you're noisy!” martha suddenly shouted.

“From ngockeh continues, mending you find the nearest pharmacy. I want to buy medicine.” Martha continued in annoyance.

He massaged his suddenly numb left hand and felt heavy.

“Why, auntie sick?” Marsya immediately looked worried.

“Don't till this old granny tanggoy in my car.” The inner Marsya who was watching Martha from the side.

Martha did not chim in, she preferred to close her eyes because her head felt heavy and dizzy spinning.

Some time the car drove, they arrived at a pharmacy 24 hours.

“Tan, aunt ...” Marsya wakes Martha who is asleep.

“Hemh.” Martha opened her eyes.

“Tan, we're at the pharmacy. Auntie want to buy what medicine?” ask Marsya.

The old woman tried to open her eyes.

“Ogat spring.” Martha was not clear.

“Hah, what tan?” Marsya leaned her body closer to Martha.

“OGAT HURRY!!!” martha exclaimed in annoyance. His eyes barked at Marsya but then dimmed when he realized his left mouth was like falling from his face. His vision tilted next to him could not be directed at Marsya.

“Tan, aunt why?” Marsya started to panic. He saw Martha's unsymmetrical lips and the corner of her left eye constantly twitching.

Martha did not chim in, she chose to see her left hand that she was about to move but instead felt heavy and increasingly numb.

“Ngangan. Ngangan haya ..” Martha said increasingly incomprehensible.

“What aunty has a stroke?” terka the girl.

Hearing Marsya's question, Martha's eyes immediately barked. He raised one of his right hands and “Plak!” he hit Marsya hard on the head.

“ADUH!” Marsya staggered in pain while holding her head.

“Tante hit me anyway?!” Marsya was upset and did not accept. His hair was falling apart and his head was throbbing pain.

Martha was about to speak again even more difficult. His tongue cannot be moved.

“Ngah kits. Ngah kit.” That was all that was then heard and painstakingly said Martha.

“As for aunt to say what, we go to the hospital!” marsya snorted in annoyance. He doesn't want anything bad to happen to Martha and he has to take responsibility.

In one move, he switched the neutral gear lever and stepped on the gas pedal. His car retreated for a while before he drove his car quickly across the street.

In her place, Martha tried to move her left hand but could not. His left foot is the same. When he pinched it red, he still felt nothing. Martha was panicking.

“Hegan ga iga eyak.” He shouted at Marsya. Her tears had washed down her cheeks. The more he felt fear the more he struggled to speak and move his body.

But Marsya did not chimed in, instead he continued to focus on the streets. Outraged, Martha again hit Marsya with all her might but Marsya managed to dodge, making Martha's body tilted to the right.

“Sabar dong aunt, it's me again drive. I'm aunty diem aja, it's aunt got a stroke!” marsya snorted in annoyance.

Hearing Marsya's words her heart felt so sick and sad. He touched his left face and sure enough, his face was already sagging. He worked hard to straighten his body alone because Marsya could only screech annoyed.

It seemed like he had to give up and give up for a while. He tried to calm himself by leaning his body into the seat. He cried a mouthful but what was heard later was only an unclear echo.

“Aarrgghh!!! Aunty can not be used first?! Jammed it! Make it hot!” Marsya began to get frustrated.

Several times he pressed his car horn so that the car in front of him to get away. Everyone is stuck in traffic and no one can give him a way.

"Woy patience woy! you think you doang's stuck!" exclaimed a distracted motorist with an arrogant horn sound from Marsya.

"Akh bastard!" grunt was upset while hitting the steering wheel. He glanced at Martha and the old woman was still me crying indistinctly.

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What was Martha talking about?