SURO
Intruders?

I try to control my feelings. Even underage, but I cannot show any weakness in front of the Gasth'anhm race. I raised my chin and looked at him boldly.

"So your words. Speaking without proof of race, you will be prosecuted for life. And again, you are speaking in a hidden place like this, like deliberately following me when you look at the Vilhgasth'anhm residence earlier. Are these words you deliberately conveying with a veiled intention?"

He looked down, sitting down until his knees hit the floor. "Pardon me without the slightest veiled intent, I am just saying the facts that I know. Truly, the race of kesdicth'anhm despite being about nine or ten years old like you, thought is mature and can make me feel scared and guilty. I wouldn't dare cheat." he said without raising his head.

"Then why are you telling me this? Whatchu mean?"

He's speechless. "I saw a Vilhgasth'anhm race with you."

I cringe. "Then?"

"I just wanted to say, that girl.. Dangerous."

My cry is deepening. "Did your previous words have anything to do with the one you just said?"

He did not answer, still looking down like before. "I'm sorry for speaking to the holy race in a dirty place like this" he said without answering. "But there's one more thing I want to tell you..."

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I wiped my hands with a tissue as I walked up to two of my workers. They looked at me from afar, with an equally stiff body position.

"Hey! Long time so you in WC? Rock out?" sambar was a crazy woman when I was about to pull up a chair and sit down.

I looked at him, "No! Again gold!!" ketus balaku.

He immediately held back a laugh while staring at Mr. Saipul. "It could be gold, it could be yellow.. Just like a taik, maybe that means he again defecates times." whispered in a voice I could hear.

I grimaced with emotions. I picked up the drink that was on my dinner table. As the cold water flowed from the straw I sucked, I gasped and blinked, gasped and stared at the contents of the drink inside the glass.

"Who is this cool to me?" I asked while looking at them both.

"Gue's? Why, don't you like it? If you don't like it here!!" the door, but I immediately put on an annoyed face while knitting eyebrows.

How could he happen to order my favorite drink?? Ice lemon mint with a little soda. I sniffed my shoulders and stared at the food menu.

The food they ordered was a mandatory meal to be given for the Dicth'anhm race . The main menu is meat. They know our food menu.

I took the knife and fork, and then took the food closest to me.

"Oi, Mr. Suro..."

My originally flat face, I instantly changed when I heard this crazy woman's voice. "What?" tanyaku.

"So we want to order the Dicth'anhm race food menu, but apparently the Gasth'anhm race is not allowed to eat it. Since I really want to eat meat, can we exchange food?" ask her with eyes that are big and sparkling.

"Can't do it! Eat that food!!" reject me raw.

"If it's exchanged for this?? It's delicious, loh," he bargained while offering a plate of food. I originally wanted to ignore it, but when I saw the contents inside the plate.

Know how to cook sambal??

Without a second thought I immediately swapped my meat with a plate of tofu cooked in balado sauce. It's been three days not eating, when it's time to eat.. I even got my favorite food. Of course I won't reject it.

"Huh? Seriously want?" ask this woman not to believe.

I just ignored it. Obviously, I've changed food. It means I want to eat this food.

"Mr Suro is willing to eat tofu, especially when cooked sambal so." Mr. Saipul began to invite the woman to talk.

"Oh yeah? How can?? They shouldn't eat tofu, right? Know that for us. How did he know and eat it?" the woman was somewhat interested, as this was something new to her. It's the Dicth'anhm race that eats tofu, maybe it's just me.

The deg!! My heart paused when I heard it, I was fixated and stopped moving.

"If I tell you a story, it'll upset your feelings." I immediately sighed when Mr. Saipul said that.

"Udah, it's okay. Aren't you, sir?" said this heartless woman.

"So seriously okay?" Mr. Saipul was even affected by a deer demon.

"Look, Mr. Suro is quiet, right?" continued the dajal woman. I was silent because I was thinking about something that raged in my mind when I met the mysterious man earlier.

"Yes too. Hehe, Mr. Suro is very similar to bi Narti, because bi Narti has been the nanny of the master since infancy. So there was a time, Mr. Suro approached bi Narti who was eating. Mr. Suro doesn't want to eat his food, but he wants his aunt's food." Mr. Saipul laughs until his teeth are visible when he tells it.

"The bag's aunt again eating tofu cook sambal. Be loved a little bit as aunt because master whining continues. Her aunt took her hand, eeeh.. It turns out mr. doyan. Continuation until now." he explained.

This woman is silent. He had no reaction whatsoever to the story of Mr. Saipul. He who was originally excited suddenly turned flat. "Oh, still eat meat anyway" he said again.

I grieve in my heart. Why is this woman not easily overwhelmed? It was a deep memory in my heart. Is it because he's antipathy? She doesn't feel like other people's stories are touching, because she doesn't feel it herself?

He also did not want to help me uncover my family's secrets, but he knew that the ethics of socialization in my family was like garbage and did not apply to other families.

If to replace a sincere aunt, it seems like this time mama gave people wrong to me. Although he comes from the Vilhgasth'anhm family which is famous for his loyalty and sincerity, but Vilhgasth'anhm this one does not seem so.

L'm... I don't like this woman any more.

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*POV Author

The wind blew fiercely, blowing away the molten leaves from its twigs. Tonight was cloudy, no stars were seen scattered in the sky. There were only black clouds chasing each other in the wind. The moon hid, and refused to appear.

A long blond woman stretched her body over the bed. He rang some of his joints, hoping that it would remove his fatigue.

A new atmosphere and a new residence, although she always bergonta mister, but actually this girl is still difficult to adapt to her environment.

He felt tired when he had to be able to laugh and talk to many people, let alone new people. But never mind, since this is devotion, then he should do it with a sincere heart.

He undressed, leaving thin clothes for a day with short sleeping trousers. He threw his body into the bed, letting himself bounce a little because of the soft mattress.

Dita took a deep breath and then closed her eyes. "Gue's here for my own mistakes. Now I wish I could make up for it." he muttered as he put his arm over his eyes.

Kriee....

Dita turned her hand away, when she heard a strange noise from outside her room. He frowned and then moved, setting his feet on the floor barefoot. He walked slowly, heading to the window.

He glanced around as the curtains opened, making sure that the windows were tightly locked.

Dita's back lying down, because there's nothing suspicious out there. He took the same position as before, lying down for several tens of minutes until his mouth began to gap the sign he had fallen asleep.

In his dark room with no illumination, something glittered from under his bed.

Someone grinned, making his teeth look bouncing on a sharp knife in his hand. "It's time... I killed this man."

*the*Author POV End

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