Paradoxon: Fix In Posterum
The Fix 41
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Trish approached the door before her, she was about to knock her before then a voice of a woman interrupting her eardrum spontaneously made her self stop and turned her head towards her coming voice.
"You who?" Ask the woman who managed to make Trish turn her head towards herself there. He looked at the woman who was now standing about three meters behind Trish.
"A-ah I'm looking for the owner of this house, do you know the owner of the house?" Trish asked who then turned her body to face the woman. The woman looked quite beautiful, her eyes were also quite beautiful. It's just that his style that seems messy hides all that. Her clothes were messy like a porters building, her body was skinny but tall, her hair was a mess tied one to the back. The woman wears a blue-coupled shirt whose sleeves are folded up her elbows, her two open top buttons making her white tank top look, he also wears jeans that are very fit to form his legs. He really looks very tomboyish, especially if meticulous from the way he stands at this time.
"Why are you looking for the owner of this house? What do you need?" The woman did not listen to Trish and asked Trish a question. Now he stepped over to Trish and stood exactly half a meter from where Trish was standing today.
"There are some things I want to ask the owner of this house, do you know the woman who lives here? I heard he lived alone here because his two parents had died a few dozen years ago, did you know?"
"Who are you? And what do you want to ask her?" The woman kept turning the question to Trish making the man confused in her making.
"Why does this woman keep turning questions on me? Is there something he's trying to hide, right? Why won't he answer my question?" Trish batin's. Trish glanced at him full of probes.
"Why are you staring at me like that?!" The woman's spontaneous speech made Trish realize.
"Damn it, why would he think that?!" The woman was deep, her eyes clashing with Trish in her presence.
"…The woman I'm looking for?" The connection is then stopped when their faces are really close together, only five centimeters more then their noses will touch. Trish stared into the two beads of the woman's eyes, staring at her very closely from a very close distance. The woman looked back at herself. Her face now seemed to turn red looking at Trish's face in this close state.
"I-I don't understand what you're talking about! Move aside! I want to go," the woman pushed Trish's body trying to make her go from her presence. He then stepped away from his current place, Trish died alone there.
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"Arghhh!!! Why hasn't he left yet!" The woman grumbled, almost eight hours of herself standing there, in the dark corner of the street that now looked lonely. His path was not too far from the place where his self lived. He is now in hiding, trying to avoid the man he had originally been in the middle of standing in front of his house, and his damn; the man until now. Until nights like this, it still hasn't moved from where it originally was. The man did not even seem to want to give up, waiting for the owner to open the door for him. Though he did not know, if the real woman who met him this afternoon, is the woman who lives in the house that is now in his waiting.
The woman ruffled her hair making her hair more messy right. He really could not stand being there anymore, he felt he wanted to immediately run to his house and enter without scorching the man. But all that was impossible he did, his clauses the man was now leaning on the entrance of his house, and even more unlucky. There was only one access way for him to enter his house, and the only door was the one that was now occupied by the man there. The man who now seemed to be getting tired and occasionally his head was hit hard against the wall resisted the drowsiness that for a few hours ago approached him.
Tessa Illinois, that's her name. Is a twenty-six-year-old woman who lives a kara in a seedy and remote place, a place far from the hustle and bustle of the city of Jakarta. Tessa works as a building foreman who some days is working on a large project that is not far from where she lives. She used to aspire to be a reporter just like her mother who is now gone. But all his hopes and ideals were dashed when he had to face the bitter fact that both his parents died, even before they could see themselves successfully working as reporters. Since the death of her parents, Tessa has decided to move to a safer place. If he lives in a city that gets enough government attention, then his self will be threatened in danger. Several times people from the government came to his residence to meet and talk with him, but Tessa was reluctant to meet them. Because he knew what they were going to ask him. That's what makes Tessa often be paranoid and alert to everyone who comes to her house. He just wanted to be on guard and make sure if the person who came to his house, was not a government man who wanted to take him to go and ask various questions that he was reluctant to answer.
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