Perverted : Terror!
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In the midst of the darkness, there is fear. The woman is struggling to live. Strange it feels. The wild garden that is believed to be not so broad, in fact can make itself just swirling indeterminate direction for more than 5 hours nonstop. Plus, the more he walked the more lost he was.

Only tears that always accompany him around a foreign place that feels thick. The air that feels more humid makes the cold more felt. Hugs to the baby he also tightens back. The little face seemed to be enjoying the dream. The Gita once again sat down. His feet could no longer move. It all feels pointless. Want to ask for help, his voice choked only up in the throat only. Until not expected...

Faint from a distance a blinding point. Seeing that, the gita got back up. The hope that was almost dashed was now flared back even if it was just a speck. His feet were shaking because he was so tired. Fate is increasingly clearly drawn as time goes on. Approaching slowly the drowning girl. The sheen is getting dazzling. And..

"Woy here woy?! Found already! Right here!!" Shouted the middle-aged man who was highlighting the gita who was curled up beside the weathered rubber tree.

Before long, several men came flocking towards him. The young girl looked dazed. This time, Gita tried not to fight. His body was too tired even just to ask. Not long after, the sweet girl's body finally collapsed on the stretcher.

The men who were in unison wearing orange clothes were immediately alert to the condition of the gita. Tubes and hoses are installed alternately while continuing to travel to more strategic areas. Gita's eyes momentarily looked blurred towards the six youths who were carrying themselves on the palanquin. His face looked relieved as he felt that this was over.

"Sir, awake. This is mbok yem. Elisah, fainting turns out.pity to yo you nduk." A familiar voice stands beside the gita.

"Mbok.." answered gita.

"Yes nduk. Ja. You rest first." Sahut mbok yem hold gita who want to rise.

"Yes mbok... eh. miss where mbok? That's the little boy I didn't bring. Is he okay, mbok?" Said gita after remembering the child mbak rida who entrusted to her.

"Hindu? Miss what to nduk? Keep what baby? Wong you were met alone." Answer mbok yem relax.

"Hushaah!! You are slacking. Maybe it was his son Rida. Have you met Rida?" Reply mbok yem turned his face away. His expression looks troubled.

"Rida, he was found near the river behind the mansion three days ago. Now he's the same as Hadi. And the baby, Alhamdulillah survived. But, when the child is born, you will have the position declared missing gita. where may know the child rida born." Bisik mbok yem.

"No way to mbok! Three days? I just met Mbak rida earlier." Shangkal.

"You've been missing for three days. Now excuse me, mbok yem is leaving for a minute. Come here again yo." Speak mbok yem after the group arrived at one of the polindes.

"Mbokk. I..." Suddenly the eyes again twitched. His body was shivering but not from the cold. His teeth even sounding crackling because of each other. His sight was blurred again. Gita tries to keep riding her own consciousness.

Short time, finally gita brought to a simple building that looks still new. There seems to be a lot of people. Gita saw everything even though she only had a faint silhouette. Tubes and hoses are still milling around each other supporting the consciousness of the gita. There apparently gita oper again to a larger hospital because of the limitations of the tool. The girl was immediately rushed to the hospital because she was suspected of suffering from hypothermia, resulting in severe hallucinations.

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Piled twilight adorns mega. Thunder ran from southward carrying a thunderous black cloud. Flash after flash sahut said to create a light show that resonates.

In the white bed patterned with stripes, the gita has regained consciousness from the stings that occur repeatedly. A clear hose stuck to his left wrist. The young girl looked dazed at her own situation. Suddenly a figure appeared from behind the door of the room. A line of sweet smiles adorned the face of the gita.

"Have not seen each other in a long time, Gita."