Map of 7 Souls
(Hakiki Hulmi) Episode 33

Sweet Night's

Waking up from fainting. Trying to open both eyes. His hands are touching the bed. Checking where he is now. The room was dark. There was only a small amount of light coming into the room, light from outside, maybe from street lights. But, even though it was a little dark, I saw clearly the figure of the body sitting on the edge of his bed. The figure sat beside his feet.

Trying to wake up. Holding the left chest. Someone sitting on the side is trying to help you wake up. The true head feels heavy. His chest still hurts. He tried to sit down and shift his butt backward in order to lean on the head of the bed. Someone beside her, none other than Artha helped her move.

"Thank you, brother," he said.

Artha just smiled. Returning to tidy up the blanket that enveloped the young man sitting on the back of the bed.

"What exactly happened, brother?" ask the weak.

"You rest. If there's time we'll meet again and talk a lot. You're all right? What exactly happened to you?” Artha asked the same question.

"I'm sick, brother. Like a burn, now it's still painful," in fact to Artha. He grimaced a little.

"What happens every time a Crescent Moon appears?" ask Artha curiously.

"No. This time," he answered.

"But no one got hurt, right?" ask Artha.

He was still sitting on the edge of the iron bed. Staring at the True face with a very anxious look.

"Looks not. Maybe tomorrow morning I'll be fine" he explained.

"Thankful today, Sunday, so you don't have to go to school with pain. You can rest today."

"Thank you, Brother. Brother Artha has saved my life twice," he said. There is a faltering tone of voice issued True.

"Let's talk, soon. Brother will explain everything," explained Artha.

The real little smile. Smile restrained.

"It looks like it's already wanting to be Shahubu. Look," real Artha. Pointing to the black wall clock which is predominantly white.

The short needle of the clock points to the number 4 in the morning past 10 minutes. "Sister should go home. Later Brother contact you, Brother has kept your number for a long time, Brother take from Arini's mobile phone to keep watch," explained Artha

Artha's style of speech was very different when she first met and when Hakiki trapped Artha in a tree. Very authoritative and wise. The person before him was like a different person. His True Eyes stared at Artha wryly. Face flat. "Thank you, Brother," Hakiki said slowly.

"Yes. You take a break, yes," he suggested. Re-grabbing the True head and rubbing it a few times. Walk towards the upper terrace door.

"Sister..," call the Truth.

"So, just go through here. Brother has done it a lot during this year, Ki," he replied straightforwardly with a smile and a right wink. He had already read the True mind for what reason the young man had called out to him.

Artha took out a cloth mask on the back pocket, putting it on to the face. Open the porch door and jump quickly. Just by a few leaps the slim-bodied youth was already gone like in the earth swallow.

Entirely stunned. The upper porch door, not far in front of him, was still open. He woke up with his chest that hurt like it was on fire. Put his hands into the clothes he was wearing and felt his chest. His forehead wrinkled. His mouth is half open. His hands repeatedly rubbed against his chest. His face was increasingly curious. His forehead is getting wrinkled.

I quickly undressed. His white body looks clean. His large chest field was visible from the front. He lowered his head, trying to look to the left. But it seemed unsatisfied with his view at that moment. Then get up slowly, walking towards the wardrobe that has glass on one of the door leaves. The closet was in front of the bed, not far beside the top porch door.

He stood up and held his left chest. Groping back left chest. In the mirror, standing and in front of him was clearly glued to something on the skin of the left chest like a naturally formed, Crescent-shaped tattoo on the chest. Right on top of****** milk. It is about 7 cm. His face was shocked, as if in disbelief. "What's this?" ogre.

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