I'm the One You're wasting
The Citizens' Usurp

Lisa who felt that Reka was starting to ignore her was worried because she was afraid that Reka would divorce her, she also remembered Endang's words saying that Reka would refer to Witma. Therefore, he immediately took action by going to Mbah Imah so that Reka as before where he always heard his words without me, rebutting.

"I must ask for incantations like the ones to Mbah Imah, lest Reka return to the way she used to, she may cast me like she dumped Witma," said Lisa talking to herself as she continued walking towards the residence of Imah. However, just now he almost reached the house Imah his footsteps stopped when he saw a lot of people gathered there. "What are they doing there? Wear the show bring the torch of everything." Lisa took a few steps back and just hid behind a tree that was so big.

Not long after the sound of the residents shouting, "Burn ...! Burn ...! Burn ...!"

"Destroyed ... broken .. broken!!"

"Don't let that shaman get away ...!"

"Take the shaman to the police ...!"

Calls, mockery, and boisterous condemnation. Each chimed and clashed with the faces of the sangar and beringas the residents as if they wanted to pounce and stab because the heart in the chest was already confused and ignited. The swing of steps and footrests were like a raging storm. One of the residents broke down the wooden door that already looked fragile.

"Hi, dukun s*alan, come out!!" Slamet one of the citizens looked so angry that his face turned a dead red. "Are you making one of these people die after you run away? It's not that easy, huh. You come out and you'll take responsibility for all this."

"Failure, your responsibility is right, after Mr. Anton drank the concoction you concocted he immediately convulsed and died," replied one of the residents chiming Slamet.

Lisa who was still hiding behind a tree covered her mouth that was wide open because she did not expect it to turn out that the shaman she often went to was a shaman. "S*alan, all this time I've been fooled," Lisa muttered softly as she continued to peek, wanting to see what the citizens would do to Imah. "Let's not until they have it, I won't be able to get my money kem—"

Suddenly the sound of Imah screaming from inside her house makes Lisa's sentence cut off.

"Keep you out of my house! Before I curse one of your descendants!" imah shouted as she stepped out from inside her house. "Go all of you from here, this is my ancestral land so, you have no right to expel me." He kept trying to defend himself. "Go all of you!"

Instead of leaving, the citizens even closer to Imah who is currently standing while holding a stick.

"Fraud shaman! Drag him now to the police station!" the Slamet is the front. In that instant he himself dragged Imah away from the house where he had been a shaman. "Burn now!!" he shouted again to the people who carried torches. And it did not take long for the residents to throw torches that they brought one by one as ordered by Slamet.

Imah increasingly shouted hysterically when she saw her house so quickly in the red whiz. "All of you criminals have the heart to burn down my house." Imah crouched down to pick up the sand after which he stood up again while grasping a handful of sand he then turned to throw the sand towards the face of Congratulations. "Feel you loser!"

When people focused on Selamet who groaned in pain because the sand entered his eyes. Imah used the opportunity to escape immediately so that he was not taken to the police station. However, who would have thought one of the residents who turned out to be carrying a firearm instead opened fire so that one bullet lodged perfectly in the thigh Imah.

Lisa who saw it all got scared, and in the end she decided to go from there. Before the citizens

he realized that he was there and was peeking.

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Design's voice makes Lisa sculpt because at this time no one is expected to make Reka back to knee on her feet. Died Imah his mainstay shaman has been in the grebek citizens and will be taken to the police station.

"M-mas, I'm out of a friend's house" Lisa told a lie. "Now where's Lire?" Lisa was stale by asking Lire.

"I've left it to Witma" replied Reka without feeling sinful.

"What! Witma you said mas?" Lisa was very surprised to hear the answer that Reka gave. "May I take Lire to that barren woman and b*doh!" lisa's indignant that she did not accept that Reka brought Lire to Witma.

The lazy designer watched Lisa leave, saying, "From the time I dumped your baby har@mmu, I'd better leave it to Witma."

Two hours before Lisa gets home.

The designer who had just arrived home after the factory found Lire was already crying after and also he did not find Lisa there. In the end He who had no other choice had to carry Lire. "Bad! Go where Lisa left this baby alone here." The mandir pacing design carried Lire. Hoping for the baby's cry to subside but what happened to Lire is increasing the volume to cry.

So that the designer who could not bear the sound of Lire's cry wanted to throw away the innocent baby. "M@mpus you're Lisa, I'm gonna throw this baby away." The design led Lire to walk towards the car. "From the fact that you keep crying, I'd better throw you away so quickly m@ti," said Reka. Who now opens the car door and immediately puts Lire next to him while giving him an empty milk bottle hoping Lire is silent because later people hear the sound of his crying can instead be accused of stealing a baby considering no one knew that Lisa had given birth.

"You and your mother are both troublesome and troublesome, either of you two bearers of s*al." The designer drove the car at high speed while continuing to issue swear words to Lisa and Lire. "Just look at you Lisa, I'll make perhi—" Reka's sentence was interrupted when she saw Witma standing on the side of the road. "Not that Witma, what was she doing there?"

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Title: Picking Back the Crashed House

Author/Sign: Alinatasya21

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