HALLUCINATIONS OF CHARISMATIC BOYS
Chapter 33

The flute blower was really bloated. Risking lives. But who cares. The important thing is that the distiller has been promised and really benefits him. Putting himself and his five crew to bed in five minutes?

In the condition of the body is still fresh fit and even had time to coffee first. It's improbable. Want to find a thrill but the stakes are too expensive. Most flute sounds are like dilapidated radio sounds. It can create emotion.

But cooking withholds emotions in five minutes is not able to? Ki Badrun opened HP. View stopwatch. Five minutes and one second, he would shout triumphantly.

"Start!" his challenge is very handsome.

Pak kos who was a little far away the arena felt amazed. Ki Badrun who told Angga his nephew as a great figure turned out to face a distilled blower.

The usual flute blown by the angon wedhus boy, it was able to match Ki Badrun who was armed with a rifle. How the distilled sound can move places without any movement from the blower. Even crazier, distilled blowers even provide challenges beyond common sense. How dare he.

Mr. Kos is curious what will be done by people who do not show the nose.

The sound of the flute is soft. Combing the morning air with a fine swab. Like the caress of a mother who lures her fussy baby. Diayun swing full of tenderness. Patted with affection.

Keep on sinking and sinking. In the first minute Ki Badrun felt his eyes heavy. Looks like he didn't sleep for two days and two nights. His mouth was open and repeatedly evaporated. Five of his men also experienced the same thing.

"Uedan tenan," Ki Badrun swore an oath.

He must endure not sleeping. He had to tell his men to run a little run, fighting the super-great drowsiness. The more he listened, the more his voice suppressed his consciousness.

" Let's get up, get up, let's curry run around this yard for 4 minutes," ordered Ki Badrun as he continued to yawn. Now the sound of the flute was not in one place. But where is it. He saw that two of his men were already stranded when he stood up. Scrubbed and squawked deeply. Ki Badrun took his rifle again.

If it is not stopped, he can catch up with two of his men. His eyes are getting heavier. His sight was also blurred. Distilled sounds spread to where. Amazingly the distiller. Ki Badrun still had time to see Angga and pak kos still fit and fine. So the bloated person can indeed focus the attack on the intended person only.

The one who had convinced him of all this could not hide his admiration. How easy the flute blower to subdue the number one who became the right hand of Boss Agus. Only with a flute and does not take a long time, can make the opponent droop.

He looked at Ki Badrun and his remaining friend as if waiting for time to collapse. If he could recruit the distilled blower to join, how much more wibawanya Boss Agus. More respected his friend and opponent.. He didn't need Sampyuh to seduce her. Until now it is still a mystery and difficulty to approach it.

Ki Badrun was no longer strong enough to lift the rifle because suddenly his body was limp and lying down without being able to control himself anymore. It lay in the grass like a decay leaf blown by the wind.

Gono was amazed by the greatness of his symbols.

"Gon, the symb can't see you. There's Angga. Six of them just woke up in the afternoon. Symbok go first," the sound of the symbol circled through the air. Didn't see the guy. But as if the symbol is just nearby. The science of symbok that can move quickly moved only once this Gono convinced him.

Ah, why the cymbok did not want to teach me that knowledge, said Gono in his heart.

Mr. Kos and Angga who were on the edge of the courtyard immediately approached the six people in black clothes. The flute blower did not show itself. Either go away or still be there. If the distiller was an evil creature how easy it is to finish off six people already drooped this helpless. But he won't do it.

Aided by Gono, Angga and Pak Kos carry six people who are sleeping so fast. Being awakened is difficult. Like a dead man. How weak a man as great as anything is drooping to sleep like this. The great Ki Badrun, no more the weak dried leaves helpless.

As soon as his six enemies lay helpless, Sampyuh immediately left the place. Actually he accidentally came to the boarding place Gono his son. Just wanted to stop by for a minute. But he did not enter because there were many foreigners who seemed to want evil intentions.

They're about to do a ghost expulsion. Seeing his appearance If not helped by the pity of the ghost warriors. Poor also his son who had to move costs. This morning he did not help the bumbon market in the Cork market. He had permission with Bu Lurah Jombik to see his son, even though he was the same as Pangat. Kangen that feels hard to stem.

Bu Lurah does not mind, as long as it is not a holiday for good. If it's only a few days it doesn't matter. Let Sampyuh enjoy her independence. Reaching out to him who was running. Hopefully you will come home fresh. Moreover, the missing moge problem has a solution. Her husband is ready to replace her. Just wait for the owner, when to replace it. As long as there is money goods are easy to find. The important thing is that Sampyuh remains in the village of Jombik.

By riding a moge, Sampyuh measured the road again. Mr. lurah is being very kind. The gasoline is filled with tanks. He was also given a 2 million allowance. Hopefully, Jombik's mother is not prejudiced. Rarely is such a person found.

From the experience that has been experienced, Sampyuh left Jombik with a whip placed on the back and also a small flute that entered the bag; mixed with a change of clothes. It turned out that the flute he carried was not in vain, at least able to put the people in black clothes to sleep and one of them even carried a hunting rifle.

This city is not too broad, why until now has not been able to find her husband. Until the afternoon arrived, he had not been able to trace the whereabouts of the man who once shook his heart.

Sampyuh plans to find a jasmine class inn or hotel to stay. Kos Gono is also most also being used by six people who are sprawled. It's better that he doesn't have to meet Angga first. He did not want to disappoint Mr. Lurah Jombik who was willing to spend hundreds of millions to replace the moge that Gono eliminated.

When it got dark, Sampyuh went into a jasmine hotel. The hotel is crowded because there are many parked cars. This hotel seems to be the target of sales. In the body of the car many attached pictures of snack products or drinks.

The cheap hotel. Only 100 grand per night. There's an AC. Sometimes you have to enjoy life. Sampyuh imagined being able to meet her husband in this place. Let go of the miss in this place. Without the smell of cow pee and buffalo dung. But is it possible that her husband can pay 100 thousand room money? Warm, Warm come here let me wait for you, Sampyuh exclaimed in a whispering heart.

It turns out she is still a weak woman. Faced with the ferocious begundals, he was still able to cope well and was completely undaunted. But his heart was completely folded by the man from Pengkol village? Her first love is hard erased in her memory algae; in the memory of her life.