SANTRIKU STREET
part 47 IS STALKING

Pov bayu

My name is Bayu Setia, I am one of the residents of Cikadu village, although as a migrant. this village received me well, even they gave one of the village flowers for me to marry.

I've only lived here a few months, not even a year. married his son isma pak rojak. They want to accept me as their family, because they know that I already have a job, they want to accept me as their family, it was proven by making a home for my wife.

They didn't know that I worked in the city, just as a street magician, but over time the magic became boring, there was no challenge at all, and was a fan. So there are friends who advise me, to find a more challenging performance, which is the stage from door to door, as a payment I take a portion of their property.

Incidentally in my wife's village, there was a child, who had an art spirit so high that he could make one mask, out of printed rubber sap. Forming a face that is so scary, especially wrapped with a white cloth that ties the nozzle. Makes it so real looking.

My efforts in the village initially smoothly, to the extent that there are children santri who began to interfere with my credibility, they broke the notion that the stage is a real ghost, with a mindset that is so intelligent.

A month more work, I can already buy a house in the village next door. People don't know, I actually. don't go to the city, but I live in that house, and when I want to do the stage I go back to the village.

This morning, it was so thrilling that I assumed that this morning, was my last day to settle, but with my ingenuity, I was able to be free from all the accusations leveled by my limited citizens.

Actually my work partner advised to stop immediately, because the situation that began is not conducive. The residents began to sniff our existence, but I refused. because they did not have a lot of savings, let alone the richest people in this village, had not had time to watch our show.

At 12:00. I also woke up from sleep, because last night I was black in Mr. Word's house, so my eyes felt sleepy.

Right. I did not sleep with the residents, I just pura only, then woke up when all the residents began to sleep.

I display my creativity, at the house of Mr. Firman. there are not many saweran they give, only a set of gold in the body of his wife, as payment for my show, as well, but that was enough to last the next few days.

After my eyes opened perfectly, I went to the bathroom, to refresh my heavy body. Then I performed prayers in the mosque, to cover all my ugliness, camouflaged like a chameleon, avoiding the prejudices of the citizens.

After performing the prayer, my wife was sitting waiting in the dining room. Because from morning, I haven't had time to put in any food.

"Come on, eat first!" hail my wife while giving a sweet smile, welcoming me who just came.

"Yes, let's eat together!" I asked him to come with me to eat.

After finishing, eating isma quickly prepare coffee, because my habit after eating must be connected with coffee, so my stomach does not sleep.

"Pity, yes, Mr. Firman's wife. All her jewelry is gone, just like me." said my wife opened the conversation, again seen the look of her sad face, and, Maybe he's not sincere because the money I gave him is gone.

"Yes very sorry, I hope the pocong so-the incident caught quickly!" I said, so as not to make him suspicious.

"I'm sorry, A. Because of my carelessness, all of our savings are lost in pocong." said my wife, her eyes began to condense, feeling guilty for what happened to her.

I hugged my wife to calm her down, because she didn't know, I was the one who took the jewelry and the money. Gently rub his hair, so that isma does not drag on, in sadness.

"It's okay! May all our lost possessions be replaced by God with more!" My fingers while continuing to rub her hair.

"Amiinu. Again, I'm sorry, yes!" Isma repeated her apology.

Hearing my words like that, is.a looked at me with a smile.His face that looks red, makes me love her more.

Our faces draw near to each other, so that our breaths both collide, the longer our faces get closer, until our two lips collide. slowly the lips meet each other *******, wet each other with their own saliva.

There was the sound of Isma's breathing increasingly hunting, indicating he wanted to be immediately nourished his mind.

"You're the prettiest woman, Neng." I thought as I continued to kiss her sex lips, smear them up to the neck, until *********** both of her kenikm4t peak.

"Room, A." invited my wife in a raucous voice, made my Maleness desire called, let alone me who was only a few months married, still warm, was in ranj4ng

Immediately, I carried my wife's body, which was 4n d4danya, open. Taking her to the room.treated like that, Isma simply smiled, while hooking her hand to my shoulder.

An hour passed, finally we ended the game room, sound of breathing still coming out with a very hunting, unwind so extraordinary.

"Thank you, Neng!" I said with a smile.

Isma did not reply, she just hugged my body tightly, Maybe she was afraid of being left behind by me, who was mighty, could support her inner birth.There was no more talk after that, only a loud snoring, no more talk, sleeping after a very heavy battle.

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After performing the Isya prayer, I also say goodbye to my wife, want to join the patrol so that people do not become more suspicious of my work, which disturbs them.

Before leaving, my wife gave me a bag of brewed coffee, she said, so that I wouldn't be poisoned by someone else, like last night. I accepted the gift with a smile, as a sign of gratitude for the attention he gave.

"At home be careful, Neng." I said before leaving my wife alone.

"But be careful too!" He answered while winking, making him look very spoiled.

I left my home and my wife. After I was not seen Isma, I immediately turned to Jalan Setapak, which residents used to go to his garden.I did not go directly to the patrol post, I did not go to the patrol station, Because there is business to be taken care of first, in public cemeteries.

Right, I didn't move out of Saung's graveyard, because after my partner and I planned to move to the basecamp that night, the next morning I checked the area around, Saung Cemetery, again, there was grass sitting so flat on the ground, indicating that I had been followed for a long time.

Knowing that, I'm sure those who peek at me, will definitely follow to a new place, which we have planned. But don't call me Bayu, if I'm not clever.I keep making the cemetery, I keep making the cemetery, but, as a basecamp to start the show. Only the location was slightly shifted, which was originally from Saung, now shifted in the most corner place in the cemetery area. The place was very quiet, because there could be no one who dared to go into the bamboo tree garden at night.

Arriving at the new basecamp, seen in the midst of darkness, there was a burning fire point burning cigarettes.

After watching the surroundings carefully, and feeling quite safe, I quickly approached the person sitting on the wall of the grave.

"How about, when do we want to play again?" ask my partner while whispering.

"Tonight, we're off first. I want to monitor the situation.if possible, tomorrow we execute the house of Pak Haji gunny, according to our previous plan.so when we look for a new stall, we already have the capital to survive." I gave a briefing to my underage fatner.