Mu World
Who exactly is Mr Tarman?

What is happening outside of his consciousness? Indeed, when the necklace was pinned on Sani's neck spontaneously his consciousness immediately disappeared. That question was one that Sani was no longer at issue at the moment. Habits and routines done by Mr. Tarman no longer he debated. Now there is no choice but to do whatever Mr. Tarman asks of him.

Not fair indeed but what power Sani still remember very well with the death of Sri. Previously Sri was also a victim of Mr. Tarman he was stressed and lost his mind to have to die in an unfair way.

"Wait for what else? Wear it!" Mr. Tarman broke Tri's daydreams.

His trembling hands were forced to accept a necklace and savage treatment afterwards. Moreover, Tri can not say anything and reject it.

Until the demon necklace was in hand, Tri stared fixedly at the mixed feelings. Until when exactly did he have to perform the barbaric ritual that Mr. Tarman always wanted from him? Till when?

But without resistance and a bolder mind Tri could not put up a fight that had been planned from the start. His hands moved following a habit that had been done often. Until the necklace was stuck between his neck at that time. And his vision became empty which looked only dark without any light penetrating into his retina.

"It's time again, I miss you so much Train." Excited Pak Tarman looking satisfied towards the body of Tri who was lying helpless.

But next a pair of Tri eyes opened, returning Mr. Tarman's gaze with more thrilling passion. Unsolicited Tri with different gels, different smiles, and different Sukma as well. Coming around Mr. Tarman's body by sniffing every inch of Mr. Tarman's neck. Touch him with a wet kiss from those very impatient lips. Pull Mr. Tarman and drop his body on the bed. Until without being asked Tri took off all his clothes, sitting between the legs of Mr. Tarman. Eliciting a voice that he would never possibly say with the sleeping Sukma Tri. Agilely and trying to find satisfaction wriggling unconsciously over the old man's aged body. Whatever it is that matters the peak of satisfaction is immediately obtained.

Swish...

The sound of glass being heard was being pounded from outside.

Not a single bit of worry from the two. Tri's body increasingly eager to master the moment and make Mr. Tarman to complain of satisfaction.

Until it finally ends.

Mr. Tarman complained to let out his passionate voice and was again able to regulate his breathing that clashed irregularly.

Tri beside him was unconscious again, Mr. Tarman just pulled a blanket and covered the entire body of Tri who was not covered in clothes.

Smiles and then robs her of a necklace she took.

*****

Andre's getting restless waiting outside the rented porch. His mind never calmed down after that. Now he is faced with two choices that are impossible to feel. First face Mr. Tarman and stay in this house or second choose to run away with Sani and go anywhere other than to be in the house of Tri.

"Son Andre!" Mr. Tarman's voice was heard calling.

Andre turned around with spontaneously rounded eyes to see Mr. Tarman walking closer to him, the smile of Mr. Tarman and his behavior indicates that something that Sani did was not realized as well. Is that a good sign? Andre is increasingly confused and can not manage his sanity especially now when he is not ready to have to face Mr. Tarman.

"Why is it still outside?" Asked Mr. Tarman who was again greeted nervously by Andre.

"Anu Sir. The door." Andre replied awkwardly.

Mr. Tarman moved first to move the doorknob that turned out to be difficult to open.

"Still locked, yeah. I forgot." Said Mr. Tarman with a laugh.

"Finally go too." Inner Andre.

"Match." Shouted Andre because when he turned around he saw the figure of old Grandma was already close to him.

The old grandma who was wearing the kebaya just came out from the direction of Tri's room. Who is that old grandma?

Andre slowly adjusted his breathing again to calm down. He cannot show the other side of his ability.

But suddenly the old Grandma's head moved on its own without a body of money following her, moving 180 degrees until unexpectedly facing Andre. Seeing him Andre immediately felt hanging. How could the devil be aware of his presence now?

"Sir Andre why is standing there? Pay attention to what?." So shocked because the figure of the old Grandma made Andre could not realize the arrival of Mr. Tarman who had stood watching him.

"Eh, Father. There's no." Andre replied briefly.

Seeing Andre's attitude that makes Mr. Tarman can immediately save suspicion until squinting eyes look at Andre.

Andre did not want to care not to take a headache with his thoughts about Mr. Tarman this time. Not bad enough if he had to show Mr. Tarman the other side. What will happen!

"Jas. Here's the key you can stay in that room alone." Babe Mr. Tarman who immediately made Andre look at his direction.

It's not like that, is it? Mr. Tarman's words are different from his initial words. And how could Andre sleep alone in this rented room.

There was not even the slightest bit of courage for Andre to ban Mr. Tarman who had slowly walked back towards the house. He can't prevent it or debate the matter, just be free because this is Mr. Tarman's house.

Andre could only cluck in annoyance holding deep in the disappointment mixed with his emotions. Especially when turning around the figure of the old grandmother is still outside sitting in the original place adding to the increasingly runyam atmosphere.

Relationship about Grandma and Mr. Tarman. Suddenly the thought appeared.

Andre does not want to think about it anymore, tomorrow he just has to take care of the problem of Anis' death that has not been there. After that he can drive Sani home.

Not had time to close his eyes when just his body collapsed onto the mattress, another shadow appeared that made Andre's mind can fantasize anywhere.

On the one hand he was very sorry and could not wait to end the drama that happened now. Moreover, the most messed up his mind if not every problem he was facing himself.

Andre tried to be at peace with his heart and mind for a moment, his body was tired of asking for time to rest even though only an hour or two was not a problem.

Prahaang...

The sound of broken glass.

Her eyes were round and her mind was awake again. In a room that he thought was narrow, only fit one mattress and a little distance between the mattress and the wall. His eyes pored over every inch that did not reveal the source of the voice he had just heard. His voice was very close, but there was no reality.