Laweyan Shoulder Woman
Part 169's. IT'S ME NOT HER
The figure of the creature that continues to follow Dita today is not a creature that always kills Dita's husband, only they are the same. But he does not like it if Dita has a life friend.
His black nails, not to mention the dense, black feathers that made the people who looked at him always feel an overwhelming fear. The pointed canine teeth, saliva that always dripped, not to mention the smell of his body that was very lebusy became the hallmark of the nation's softness.
Who does not know with the figure, however their nation has always liked humans. The male figure likes a human race that is female, and vice versa the female figure is very fond of men of the human type.
Usually they are looking for people who like to forget to keep their worship or forget to read prayers while sleeping. Their nation will prefer that type of man coupled with his attitude that never closes the aurat.
Madam Sekar already knew that her daughter had just come. I don't know what possessed her until Madam Sekar was waiting for Dita in front of the door of Dita's room.
"Where have you been, at this hour just got home?"
It turned out that Madam Sekar was standing near the door leaf while staring fully inquiringly at Dita.
"From the Hospital, what's the matter, Mom?"
Dita has suppressed his ego, there are still some manners that he guards. However, the longer he looked towards his mother there was a strange sense that made him have to leave immediately from there.
"Mom not to speak to you."
"Sorry, I'm tired."
Dita's usually warm attitude has now turned cold. Madam Sekar could feel that. It didn't take long for him to get close to Dita.
"Is there something wrong with you, why has your attitude changed?"
"Changed or not it seems like you don't need to know, which I wonder why Mom is at home, wouldn't you usually go wherever you go on duty?"
Madam Sekar's hand holds both shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Mother. There was nothing wrong with you except your mother. Forgive all your mistakes, son. I love you so much."
"Mother loves you so much, since childhood I have never made you happy, just since you began to grow up, mother forced you with all forms of arranged marriages that ended in bloody marriages."
Dita's lips trembled, she was unable to utter any words until the crystal clear circle poured out quite profusely on both cheeks.
"Sickness, pain ...."
That's the right blend to describe Dita's mood this time. Somehow the hug from Madam Sekar is not as warm as before. The difference in taste makes Dita can not accept it. Madam Sekar knows that her daughter is crying.
"Son, are you crying?"
Dita thrashed want to escape from the mother's embrace.
"Take me off, Mom. I want a break!" said it.
Madam Sekar who felt there was a rejection from her daughter immediately released her hand link.
"If you want to vent your frustration on Mom, you will gladly accept it."
Dita quickly ran towards her room. He was caught off guard by such conditions. After feeling a little calm, he immediately went to the bathroom and lit his tap water.
His body was tired from traveling all day.
"Lord I'm tired ...."
Suddenly the roof of the room was noisy.
"Krieeet ...."
"Ashhh ...."