Kualat On Sacred Mountain
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Fatir shook his head, for he himself did not know to be with the original Him or not.

Fatir also felt that his friendship with his lover had been so real.

“But om, my father and mother also witnessed the presence of Dia.” turns out He had met with Melisa and Roy.

“Now son, if it's true, can you call, Him? Yes, maybe you are right, if the one you are dating is our daughter,” Marhan said.

“Good om.” Fatir also dialed his number, but unfortunately never connected.

“Can I see the number?” Marhan wants to liken her daughter's contact with her lover Fatir.

“Good, om.” Fatir showed Marhan his number.

“Sama?” marhan's eyes did not stop seeing the numbers on his phone and Fatir alternately.

“Iya, right om, but here today the number is not active, no matter what happens om, when I ask his class, he said He has not entered for a long time, he did not enter, on the case that he and I often met on campus,” said Fatir.

“Are you serious? Do you have a photo with him?” marhan asked curiously.

“There is om.” Fatir also opened his photo gallery, his eyes were seen looking for something that never met.

“Why, Tir?” Marhan noticed Fatir's strange looking face.

“Kok no yes, om?” then Fatir opened a photo that Fatir believed was He beside him.

“It's om, back then me and She went on a date to the park.” Fatir also told the details of the incident he passed with Him .

Marhan stared strangely at Fatir, “Is it possible that the genie who resembles him?” Marhan said his opinion.

“I also don't know om.” Fatir was completely confused by the situation he was in.

When I was dating a genie? inner Fatir.

Fatir also stroked his neck which felt heavy.

“Sorry son, I want to go to prayer, do you want to come? We can continue chatting there.” Marhan who wants to worship invites Fatir.

“Not om, I pray at home only.” Fatir who was still tired of the incident he experienced decided to go home.

When Fatir was riding his motorcycle, he also thought about the relationship he had with Him all this time. He who does not focus even choose the wrong path.

Consciously Fatir had been in a village, which he himself had never been there.

“Kok can get here?” Fatir also stopped his motorbike on the side of the road, precisely in front of the hut house that has a roof.

The fatir who was curious about the village asked the old man who was walking next to him.

“Sorry cake, I want to ask..” Fatir who wants to continue the line he said must be stopped because the face of the grandfather was so cynical to him.

“So you're comfortable with him?!” the grandfather's question made Fatir look behind him.

“I'm talking to you young man!” peekik the grandfather.

“I?” The fatir pointed at himself.

“Iya, you! Stupid, do you want to be treated or left alone?” the grumpy grandfather scared Fatir.

“Indeed I why cake?” Fatirs who feel healthy feel no need to be treated.

“Satan behind you is so annoying!” the grandfather pointed sharply behind Fatir.

“I want to treat, cake!” Fatir who has been directly disturbed, believes that there is a demon attached to him.

“Down.” the grandfather also walked towards his hut house.

The shivering fatir drove his motorbike up to the door of the grandfather's house.

After that Fatir came down from the top of his motorbike, then followed the grandfather into the house.

The grandfather was sitting on a mat of pandan that had been woven, while Fatir was sitting on a rough cement floor.

“Go home, do not follow this young man.” said the grandfather to a figure who can not be seen with naked eyes.

“Kek, who is behind me?” tanya Fatir with hair that still creeps.

“The figure of a man who has surrendered his soul to the jinn, the ruler of a sacred mountain kingdom whose existence cannot be seen by ordinary people,” explained the grandfather.

“Kok can he stick on my cake?” ask Fatir further.

“To make you a slave in the nyai kingdom Princess Candra Wati, and the demon man you liked all this time was Asrita, lucky jin Korin your mother resuscitated you, she said, otherwise you have been brought to the hidden mountain.” Grandpa's face looks serious when saying it.

“I have to how to cake?” Fatir is really depressed with the disorder he continues to experience.

“If you are willing, we clean,” said the grandfather.

“Good cake, do your best.” Fatir gave everything to the old man.

Then the grandfather burned more incense.

After that the grandfather led Fatir to the well behind the grandfather's house.

There are many different types of flowers growing.

“You need a flower bath 7 ways,” said the grandfather.

“Good cake.” The fatir who wanted to live a normal life followed the advice of the grandfather.

Then the grandfather took a pile of fresh flowers that he just picked from the plastic tray, after which the grandfather sprinkled it into a large bucket with a mouth that continues kamit.

After the spell was finished, the grandfather turned to Fatir.

“Open your shirt, use the wet cloth there,” the grandfather said

“Iya cake.” Fatir did every word of his grandfather.

Fatir quickly took off his clothes. When his sexy chest is not covered anything, Fatir can feel there is a repeated exhale in the navel.

“Basic demon curse!” the disgusted grandfather threw a pebble at Fatir.

Duars!

Fatir could hear a small explosion in front of him.

“What was the cake?” ask Fatir.

“The devil licked your body!” peekik the grandfather.

“Oh.” Fatir lowered his head.

Finished wearing a wet cloth, Fatir sat on a bench that had been provided by the grandfather.

Then the grandfather flushed Fatir's body with a scabbard.

As the water mixed with the 7-figure flower flushed all over his body, Fatir felt an excruciating pain.

“Silver cake!” Fatir felt his body as if on a knife.

“That's the effect, will also disappear by yourself, lucky you pass by here, otherwise the devil will bind you, deceive you, until out of the teachings of God,” explained the grandfather.

“I understand kek.” The fatir in pain did not complain much.

After going through such a painful bathing procession, Fatir felt his body was much lighter.

“Come, go inside,” said the grandfather.

“Iya cake.” The fatir who had just finished wearing clothes suddenly wanted to vomit.

Hoek!

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