Step On Me
Beheaded

WHAT AM I DOING SEMALEM COBAK!!! It can't be me. Wasn't it! It was just a hallucination. It can't be reality, right? Or maybe I have a trance of the curious spirits of the inhabitants of this area? Yes, that's the most logical explanation. Not really logical, really, maksa dikit.

There was something strange when I was half conscious. I think my stomach has that prick. The head is gedhe, stiff, and cylindrical kayak empek-empek lenger version hulk pumped original nitrogen pertamina. Not in the stomach, actually, a little down, before the equatorial forest boundary line. The arms are strange, there are fibers like rambutan wrap. It creates a sensation that makes me grieve on my own. I still crumple this huh. Not yet fully aware what.

My breasts are also neken. Bayangin try balloon mlendung which signed a field board, surely ngegganjel paduk it right. There's still a clammy hand on my body. Eh what? The hand? How can there be a hand to hug me? WHOSE HANDS?

I opened my eyes. My expression is still flat. In front of me was a pair of brown eyes that stared back at me as surprised. He blinked for a moment. His pupils grew and his jaw went up and down. On the count of three we both shouted. "Yesh...!"

Kava's expression is the most difficult. Very plain HVS paper just lost.

"Surge, got me!" We grab a blanket to cover each body. I lost because my strength is not as strong as Kava. He ran out of the room just a shred of doang. While I nyomot pillow-style rate to cover the private part of my body continues to lock myself in the bathroom.

Fucking dude! Why don't you wanna give up, anyway? I'm a girl, I need more blankets because I have more!

No shame, I immediately drowned my face in the bathtub that I had filled the water, hoping the cold tap water could wash ********* I, uh wrong, means SHAME. Yes that's the point.

Geez, this is why the remnants of the gallbladder still stuck near my equatorial forest? I should wash with water zam-zam the same ground seven times.

I had an hour in the bathup. I swear, I didn't dare go out in the bathroom. Please hire a hit man, let me take out all of you. It is better for me to koit or at least amnesia than to bear as much shame as Dajjal's sin as gini.

But please yes, the hit man is at least as good as Lee Min Ho or Ji Chang Wook let me be happy when I breathe my last breath. And also don't get shot, it'll be a long time. There are lots of used pistols in my body, it would be ugly if my spirit is wandering. Don't throw it off the cliff, either. Hit my pretty face. Skincare is expensive. Was it poison time? The pain continues to die. At least I'm just a blue-blue doang like Indian cartoon, Little Krishna. Funny too.

Again fun to think of an aesthetic murder scenario, my bathroom door was knocked. But I still have a tear shower.

"Who?" I stick my ears on the door leaf.

Kirain who will welcome me is Kava's voice. Not real.

My sense of hearing was immediately greeted by the sound of shouting and pounding nonstop on the door leaf. Not just one person but a bejibun. I think the patrol activity of one RT so move to my room. The bass tones chirping the fathers, plus the bells the sound of tongs and sunda flutes, cornered me to open the door immediately. They even said they would break down the door if I didn't get out.

What the fuck is this try? Not to mention ******* me - I mean my SHAME - now there is one more problem that comes to the fore. My feeling is not a member of the House of Representatives, why would you want to be mobbed? What is my fault and my sins are trying?

"Mom's been acting crazy here!" mr. RT's voice is like a judge's verdict gono-gini.

So the story I raided the same reinforcements Mr. RT. Jamaah one mosque is complete with sarong abis subuhan, black and white skullcaps, and a mouthful on a glance at me. They are actively pursuing the security and order of the surrounding area. While carrying around Pak Ustad's postulate, they will not tolerate any lecherous couples gathering kebo in the area around them. That's why they like razzia lodging impromptu kayak gini. Fear of punishment if you let adultery happen, he said. Who is zina? I'm just nolongin intention Kava doang, zina from where?

Kava Lagian, why is it so intolerant on the doorstep just using a blanket? Her clothes are not worn anymore. Where his face was like a virgin abis raped. The time Mr. RT went up to the second floor was immediately suspected. Now we've got a marriage book to prove that I'm the same Kava no longer collect frills.

"What is your relationship?"

"Wasn't Mom the same kid?" replace the clarified Kava. "We're husband and wife, sir."

"Where's the wedding book?"

"Em... Marriage book huh, sir? There's Pak in Jakarta. I'll take it first sir will I come here again?" I tried to compromise again. Than I paraded one village continues to be mated forcibly, mending I pretend already legitimate with Kava. Anyway, if I'm honest, can I be trusted? Life has to be a solution.

"Let's not come back!" Pinter is also Mr. RT. Not having dibulin.

"Guarantee him sir," I pointed to Kava. "I sincerely want to say to him if I don't return."

Kava's lips immediately pursed in protest, "Cock me, Mom?!"

I immediately glared to warn him that the mother's call was not commonly used by two people who were still ngaku-ngu I became husband and wife.

"Mom?" mr. Rt's eyebrows curved suspiciously.

Kava took a stand. "Yes, the mother of my children Mr. RT." He grinned himself enjoying the hallucinations that again filled his head. Not realising his grip on the edge of the mlorot blanket. It's an empek-empek lenger. Fortunately, it contained all the fathers. How lucky is it? I also went to see. Oh my hot cheeks.

"Love?" Kava asked for my approval. "You're still missing the number of the last person we married? Try calling to let these gentlemen believe."

"Son, baby." I wear a blink back.

"I tremor immediately when you call dear." Kava immediately acted to secure the situation. "So gini, sir. I have previously please help. We're still newlyweds, if you need proof tomorrow before check out I show you. My wife is pregnant."

She then negotiated on the grounds bumil aka I again crave strange until not get her aka husband wear clothes. Anyway all the reasons he put forward with the formula 'no one excuse pregnant women' who unexpectedly managed to trick these people.

Kava jereng row neat teeth, kayak very satisfied he mengedramai same couple me. "Once the story is. Please understand, yes. It's my first experience taking care of a pregnant woman, please get her guidance."

"Oh, fill it up again!" The fathers instantly turned friendly at once. I like thumbs up with the ability of Kava to negotiate, so he solved this misunderstanding.

"Emang likes it if the wife fills up. Wanted weird. I thought it was a perverted couple. How, is it difficult to be a prospective father whose wife cravings strangely? Story here, I have a lot of experience." Woe to Mr. RT.

"Male is like this, dear wife. Let's call him handsome and brave." Lah, Kava was even embraced by the fathers while being praised. Being made to coffee, play mound, while telling stories of domestic problems, peranakan, and confinement. Of course he was given time to get dressed first.

Finally finished also this drama of the raid, it's just like this doang, we did not become paraded or taken to the police station because of the shrewdness of Kava convinced them that we are really husband and wife. I don't know, I'm confused about laughing or putting on a sad face.