Perverted : Terror!
The Fate of the Girl

"Jaudah. But anterin later I'm here again, om." Said the young woman with her innocent smile. Tears are thin in the corner of her eyes.

"okay."

The shadow will get a big money dibersit beautifully in his imagination. The money he would certainly give to his mother who also pioneered life on the streets. The difference is, the mother does not busking like him but sells newspapers at red lights. All that is solely to support himself and his three brothers who have not found luck in life in the world. The beautiful smile of his mother as he gave this much money made the spirit of the girl even more excited.

"Hoaammmm..." With very heavy eyes, Mr. Dito was driving with a whack of drowsiness. His eyes were still trying to wake up in the middle of this blind morning.

"Where is the house?" Ask the little boy dressed in shabbiness just to make small talk.

"Later you'll see the deck yourself." Reply Mr. Dito rather lazy to respond.

"Keep, what's at home, living alone?" Ask that plain boy again.

"In my house there is my wife." Answer mr. Dito briefly.

"Emmm... Do you have children?" The little boy asked with all his wish.

"Hmmm... If you were in the position of being my son, would you be happy to have a father like me?" Said Dito sir.

"of course. I believe it's a good-natured person." Answer the innocent girl.

"Hmmm.... That's so..."

Hearing the words of the child who had just ejected from the girl's mouth, the face of Mr. Dito changed instantly. His face looks dirty. His eyes turned red as if he was holding back the pain. His long breath seemed to hint at something. The boy was silent this time because he could not read the situation anymore. The excitement this time really mastered it. Was there something wrong with her saying? His mind hovered in an ambiguous fog. It was no longer the shadow of a lot of money in his mind. At this moment, he just wanted to go home and quickly gather with his mother and sisters. The girl actually felt frightened by the drastic change in expression of the adult man before her.

"We've arrived." Said Mr. Dito with a flat face.

"Where is the house? Is this just a sugar cane garden?" The boy felt strange. His instincts already said he was in danger.

"Oh, the house in the middle of the garden. In that villa. We just park here because I want to go again after this. You'll be there with my wife." Reply mr. Dito cold.

Mr. Dito immediately went down and walked down the road between the sugarcane-bust wilderness that was towering. The boy hesitantly followed the steps of Mr. Dito while continuing to keep his distance. The tiny hand clasped tightly onto the end of the scuffed shirt he was wearing. His feet were shaking so scared and anxious.

"Of." Call the boy.

Bughhh!!!!

Suddenly the tiny body fell. A deep red liquid flows soaking up the dry soil in the sugarcane garden. A crushing blow from an iron pipe swung rapidly. Seconds by seconds was slow. His eyes began to twitch and his body seemed to be numb. Wanting it to feel he shouted but impossible, the choking sound only reached the throat.

Seconds by seconds was slow. The net is not perfect yet. However, faintly flashed indistinctly, the silhouettes of shadows blurred from the few adults who were carrying his body. He can still feel everything. When his feet were tightly tied. His body was pulled until he was hanging upside down on a stake. Until finally when his consciousness began to recover, when a flash of a long object refracted exposed to sunlight that penetrated forcefully from the gap of the room is not tight.

Seconds by seconds was slow. There was no more noise or noise that he could do anymore. It was too late as he did. The long thing easily slashed his skin. Back spitting out the thick red liquid smelling fishy. His body twitched as dar*h continued to leak profusely. His head was spinning non-stop. A glance of white light dazzled his eyes. The light that slowly gave rise to the gentle face of a man who was no stranger to him.

Seconds by seconds was slow. The gentle face of the man reached for that already flushed face. A face that was no longer foreign to him. A face he hadn't seen in two years. The face of his dead father who is gone is now gently stroking the tip of his cheek. The two little eyes spoke again. The turbulent time slowly stopped. Seconds are slowly beginning to fade away leaving time. Eternal himself.

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"That's the last." Said Mr. Dito while sitting limp in the corner of the room.

Seen before him a body that had been overturned was dripping drop by drop, fresh blood that continued to flow nonstop. An incredible fishy smell rippled around in a narrow room in the middle of the garden.

"I didn't expect. I guess I should thank you dito. Haha. Relax, we just have to wait another 3 months and everything will return to how it was. That means, there's one more life you have to kill! I hope you don't forget it!" Resolute Mbah Minah.

"Oh yes.remember! I'm the one who helped you get rid of your business competitors. Then what's wrong if I ask a little help from you? In fact, only I am also willing to accept that ridiculous request. A request that seems to go against destiny! Did you forget dito?." Saying with a relaxed face.

"Cuihh!!!"

"I'm tired of bi. I feel really guilty! Ahhhhhh!!!!" Erang mr. Dito. His condition lately can indeed be said to be less stable.

"Not that, you've always compensated his family? If you feel guilty, just add the money or materials you send to his family. Easy right?" Say bi Minah while replacing the bucket that is already full of blood with another empty bucket.

"Hmmmmmh... Those words can't solve my problem. Is it true that we can fulfill my purpose? Or maybe I'm just chasing an empty ambition?! Say bi! Say it!" Umpat pak Dito while leaving the old woman alone.

"It's true that what I did could make up for all my mistakes... Huffff.."

"I'm sorry your cruel papa, son. Hiksss... hiksss.. hikss..."