FreeDom
Jala*ng
Sultry!
My whole body is hot.
The deg!
"Why?"
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...J a l a *n g...
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Plaque!
"I don't feel like I've ever touched your body!" again the man was bluffing.
A snort rang out, the woman who got a slap flashed a sharp look. Maki can only be a spectator behind the darkness. He looked down at the shadows of his parents arguing with each other.
Heh! Depressing. Fighting in front of children who are not even 7 years old.
"Then?! You think—dia will just be created?!" the female circus, pointed sadistically. Ah~ they're having an argument about your origin, Maki.
The unwanted child. |
A faint laugh rang out, the man standing right in front of the woman crossed both hands.
"Who knew you forgot to use safety when playing?! Basic jala*ng!"
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"I shouldn't have married that crazy bastard!" Maki's gaze looked up, she stopped eating; thanks to the mother the appetite of the teenage boy disappeared. Thank ye.
Why didn't you split up before?
The question always comes up, whenever Maki hears a one-sided argument that her mother says. If you're sorry, why do you still maintain this marriage?
Isn't that useless?
So for what?
Plaque?!
"Don't look at me with a disgusting look at Jala*ng!" Maki's cheeks were forced to turn, the two eyes of the teenage princess were patterned. Just now—she got a little slap from her beloved mother. Tch! It's nonsense.
Srett—!
Maki stood up from her seat. This morning's breakfast was bland, it was better to be silent in the school classroom than in a room with a woman named mother who looked no more like a demon.
"Wait!" why else would the woman keep Maki away.
Don't you not like being stared at with these disgusting eyes? Maki turned around, her eyes blank. Hurry up, before Maki really gets fed up.
The woman who was only a few years old was researching the figure of Maki, from head to toe. Lastly he remembered that he brought Maki to this residence when the boy was 6 years old. It doesn't feel like Maki is a teenager now. What if I am not in the 1st or 2nd grade of junior high school? Huh! Fuck'em. Who cares?!
Look at the body of the child.
Maki really looks like him. In addition to inheriting a beautiful face she also chose the ideal body proportions that her mother dreamed of. Just envy.
"Go baby~ you can be late for school later." said the woman suddenly. Maki flinched, what does that mean? For what woman who never even spoke softly uttered such a strand of hypocrisy!?
Frighteningly. Maki thought, this crazy woman is planning something. Definitely not a good thing of course~
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"NO!" Maki shakes! He struggled, as his mother dragged his body blindly until the teenager's wrist turned blue.
"Gee!" sounds of annoyance.
"Just think!" he said, pushing Maki's body. The teenager shrewd, he fell to the front with a chin that first hit the surface of the floor.
Oddities full of laughter rang out, Maki then looked up. Many pairs of eyes were eating him, Maki's body shivering. What are they here for?
"It's rough May! Isn't he your son?"
The mother rotates her eyes. The woman took a cigarette in the hand of her friend. Sucking it strong and then exhaling white smoke from the gap of his lips.
"Dress him, I'm sure we'll get a lot of customers today" he said proudly.
Maki who heard the jerk. Waitie?
Whahuh?
DEGH!
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"Dad! Please congratulations!" Maki shivered in fear, the clothes she was wearing were so thin. It might not even be worth mentioning as clothing.
"I'm sorry, lady, the great sir is out of place..."
Whahuh?
Bip—!
Tut's...
Tut's...
Tut's...
Haha.
Ironically, I wish someone named father would help.
Maki sat down, her knees were limp. While looking up, the young girl begged that the water from both eyes did not fall and wet her cheeks.
Although it cannot.
"Hosh~"
I'm really pathetic.
THE PLAQUE!
Again Maki was forced to turn his head, something that landed on the cheek of the girl leaving a hot sensation.
"What do you think you're doing?! Walk in such clothes!" shouted the father. Maki did not blame the sarcastic speech that her father threw, if other people also saw Maki's appearance maybe she would laugh.
"You really?! SIMILAR TO JALA*NG IT!"
What his father meant was his mother. If I'm honest, the woman with your current legal wife's status dressed me up like this.
"Call that jala*ng! I'm gonna kill him?!" the father's wrath, asking some servants to drag his beloved mother to this place.
Hah~
Let's watch the epic drama again Maki. |
Like a mini-opera, after the man blows his mother to death later; the woman will definitely return the favor to Maki. Like an endless vicious cycle, this counter-reply route really sickens Maki.
"DAMN YOU JALA*NG!"
A BRUAKKKK!!!
Painful. Maki wants to get out of here. Feel what people call FREEDOM.
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"Maki?!" The girl in the high school uniform turned her head, her face looking sweet.
"What's wrong?" paro Maki to the group of people who are now bernotabe as his friends.
"You're gonna come with us to the club tonight?" ask her. Maki seemed speechless, thinking about what kind of answer she wanted to say. It took a few seconds before the blunt smile was present, accompanied by an answer.
"Yeah~ I'm tired of being alone at home."
"That's right, you heard... By the way Maki, can we play at your place sometime? You're gonna be alone..."
Maki chuckles.
"Of course~"
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"You're too young, how did you get in here?" ask someone, Maki laughed. The girl's face flushed red, damn she had just drunk a few sips of a strange liquid that adults have always referred to as alcohol.
"I'm with my friends" said Maki. Licking the spoiled empty glass from the strange liquid she drank just now, ignoring the figure of the man sitting right next to the girl's body.
He's being teased. And Maki doesn't care, fuck her. The girl then turned her head, rubbing her face with one hand. A sweet smile was present, the cleft of Maki's lips opened.
The word came from there.
"Give me money." he said innocently managed to show interest to the men who were there.
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"FUCKING JALA*NG! GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK!"
Maki chuckled, trivial. What the fuck with the guy who just called himself so early in the morning?! Just disturb.
"Basic poor!" muttered the girl sarcastically, not caring about the yells and slurs she got.
Yeah, yeah, YEAH!
Maki is indeed jala*ng.
"CONTINUE WHY?! IF I WERE JALA*NG! YOU BASTARD!" sarkas Maki, before hanging up her phone the girl had said—
"DIE THERE?!"
Beep it!
Then the connection was severed unilaterally.
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