BODY AROMA SYSTEM

BODY AROMA SYSTEM
Arriving at the Destination Place


"Are you serious?" ask a woman who still does not believe what she just heard. The woman stared fixedly at the man nearby in search of certainty with what had just come out of the man she was looking at. "You don't dress up anymore, do you?"


The man who was stared at by the woman even snorted. "Do I look like I'm lying?" after saying that, the man turned his head, looked back at the glass.


The woman then smiled happily and she again normalized her sitting position. "Yes good, so when I go to bed I have a friend" the woman said enthusiastically. A few seconds later, the woman remembered something. Instantly he leaned back towards the man. "Does your body smell like sweat?"


The man named Rico immediately turned his head and returned the woman's gaze. But he did not make his voice at all. Even looking back at the outside view through the same glass. Rico's attitude certainly made the woman feel anxious. "People are asked really stingy to make a sound."


Silently, Rico smiled thinly behind the mask he was wearing. He himself was also actually anxious with the woman next to him. What else if read from his thoughts, the woman was like an innocent woman. But what makes Rico wonder, the woman why would want to live with a stranger? Even the woman seemed excited. Is it possible in this country, life is that free?


After traveling for four hours, Rico arrived at his destination, a large city that is very modern. The woman was also not far from Rico's whereabouts. Before descending, the two had a chance to talk if they agreed they would always be together wherever they went.


"Where are we going to go to my place or where did we go?" ask the woman after leaving the station.


"To where you are" Rico replied briefly, and the woman immediately agreed. They immediately called a taxi to take them to their destination. Along the way, Rico looks amazed by the view of the big city. The city is fragrant and colorful. The air also looks clean although various tall buildings scattered where.


"It seems, you're new huh, going to the big city?" ask the woman who is currently sitting next to Rico. "I noticed you were amazed to see everything from before."


"Yes, think of it that way" Rico replied without turning to his interlocutor.


"Pantes, you're coming to live with me. You're not a criminal, are you?" getting such an accusation, of course immediately made Rico turn his head.


"About you. Do I look like a criminal?" sulk Rico.


Rico was instantly stunned. What the woman said was indeed true, many people were pretending to be good in this world. Even Rico got stranded in a country he didn't know, also because of the actions of humans who pretend to be good, and Rico will teach people such a lesson.


While in the village of the Virgin, at this time the situation looks tense. As a result of the information he got from the mouth of a woman, a debate is currently going on between two village heads who have been hostile for a long time.


"God! You still can't believe Rico isn't here?" Mr. Momogi looked so astonished at his guest. He was even flabbergasted that his guest named Mr. Jolly had come with quite a number of people.


"Do you think I believe your lies?" reply Mr. Jolly, no less cynical. "Many witnesses have seen Rico in your house."


Mr. Momogi grinned. "Please, just search my house. Find it to any rat hole."


Mr. Jolly immediately ordered the people who came with him to look for Rico's whereabouts. Not just the village head house. Mr. Jolly's men are also looking elsewhere for what is suspected to be Rico's hideout.


Mr. Momogi grinned when he saw Mr. Jolly's men had not found what they were looking for. "I told you, Rico's not here."


With clenched hands, mister jolly really held back his anger. His gaze sharply looked at the man who was currently smiling underestimating him. "Tell me one more time, where you hid Rico!" snapped it.


"Mahaha ..." Mr. Momogi was crushed, and then he returned to grinning. "He's gone to the big city."


The deg!


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