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Stalker 2
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"Excuse me, I want to stop here." said Maki, coming to the driver. Other passengers turned to— to feel disturbed by the woman's unilateral decision. The tyre wheels of Maki's bus slowed down, stopping right by the side of the road. This isn't even the last stop, why did the woman choose to get off here? This desolate area.
Taps~
As expected, Maki who got off the bus was followed by the man. He was quite curious as to what action Maki was trying to take. When the brownish-brown woman came down, she clearly accompanied Maki's footsteps. Decitan tires rang out, the sound of the bus door being closed as well. Slowly the large object moved; away from Maki's figure with the suspicious man standing right behind his back.
Still in a state of calm, Maki started to step slowly. Walking as natural as possible, the area where he went down was indeed famous deserted. It takes another 20 minutes if you want to get to the apartment.
"Sorry mamah is late," muttered Maki resignedly. From slow footwork to fast, Maki just swirled around to make sure something.
He followed. Really followed by someone. The man who sat in the bushes earlier, yes Maki make sure that. What motive? Who her? Does Maki know him? I don't know, the man's appearance is too ordinary.
Not his father's son, is he?
Ah~ Maki hates, whenever she remembers the face of the man; only a bad shadow remains in her memory. Maki can't guarantee this peace will last forever, the smelly earthly man she used to call father might still be chasing after her. Revenge what is it, fuck it. Maki mauk's.
To be sure, if the man messes around again—Maki guarantees; he will put a knife right on the neck of the annoying old man and make sure his figure becomes lifeless. Once again, Maki is sick of it. He doesn't want to be hurt.
No more.
I don't know who that is.
There is a police station 3 blocks from here, the woman muttered in her heart. A good plan just pops up, Maki has an idea. After quite a while of circling around, he finally recalled a bit of the layout of the building. There's a police station around here if it's not wrong, Maki accidentally found the office when she got lost while buying an apartment 4 years ago with Langa.
Supposedly the officers are still in place, there is no harm in herding the stalker man who walked 3 meters behind the figure of Maki to go there. If he messes around, Maki just yells while pulling out a folding knife to defend himself.
Maki thought it was quite good, she just needed to be patient even though dear the man who was right behind her became impatient. Although only a fleeting shadow, but Maki can feel the—lelaki; he tries to reach Maki's hair from behind. I don't know if it grabbed him.
The plas!
Maki spontaneously turned around, the hand that always perched sweet in the shoulder bag finally chose to get out of place with a small object called a folding knife of course. Meeting Diana is indeed a blessing, besides being friends Maki also learned a lot from the woman.
"Women have always been easy targets for crime, robbery, kidnapping and even rape. Most women are helpless, but! Not that they can't fight. Just learn a few tricks, women might be more terrible."
Maki did not know, perhaps the intent of Diana's words back then was just joking. But when Maki hears her bravery the woman just shows up. Diana was right, women do not always have to be oppressed. They can fight if it is necessary.
The corner of Maki's lips sneered, she was eating contempt right at the face of the stalker man earlier. Where did your intention go? You were eating my lewd body, right?! The goddess's inner fizzle.
It was clear that the stalker man in front of Maki was undoing his intentions. Maki almost grabbed the man's hand, if he was a few seconds late, maybe his hand was filled with blood. Ha-ha |
Funny too.
"Who are you? Are you from asia?!" asked Maki sarcas, playing a little folding knife in his hand. A skill he had long learned, if not mistaken 3 years ago.
If Maki is still like her old self, maybe she will not matter if there is a man who comes closer and palpates the woman's body for money. But say thank you to the father, thanks to the man—Maki so had a little trauma to men. More so if the model of the man is exactly like his father.
Maki will definitely hate him and hope they die soon.
"Basic jala*ng!"
Isha!
"Who do you call jala*ng? You bastard."
Jlap up!
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"Who was photographed?"
Langa turned her head, the 5-year-old boy leaned comfortably against the chest of the father's field in a sling. He stared at what object his father was talking about.
"Diana." said the boy flatly. Close yourself to the body of the father. Hearing a slight tone of hatred attracted William. He wanted to ask clearly who the figure named Diana was but the ringing of the phone messed up his question. Even surprised Langa who will soon fall asleep.
William held Langa with one hand, the man felt his pants pocket to look for a noisy object that had disturbed the child's sleep. Call from his men.
Did something happen? William asks her to keep Maki from a distance.
"What's wrong?" ask William ketus. He enlarged the volume of the voice of the mobile phone so that no longer need to bother flanking the object to the ear.
"Mrs.." said his men hesitated. It managed to make Langa turn her head while asking—
"What's wrong with mama?!"
William tried to calm Langa down, while listening carefully to what kind of report his men submitted.
Pull~
"The father did not know that the mother could use a knife." William muttered curiously. Langa tightly embraced the father's neck while leaning back.
"That's why Langa asked Papah not to show up now, mommy might not like it."
A slightly plausible reason, though Maki would never be able to hurt William.
"It was all because of Diana," suddenly the child hissed. Not wrong again, William really heard the tone of hatred between the sentence that the child uttered.
"She made mamah change, mamah always called Diana an angel. In Langa's eyes, he's nothing more than a villain—"
"Pssst—! Where did Langa learn those words from? Hm?" reprimanded William, he felt less happy when he saw the child began to lose control over him.
"Oh!"
Langa snorted, she hid the face into the neck of the father. Seeming like a sulking child, William chuckled—at least before he heard Langa mutter something.
"Diana, he's a man."
Huh huh?
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