The Angkara Murka
The Forty and Thirty Soldiers Book
Soelastri can fall in love. The lucky man was a good young man. A resident of the complex behind Kampung Pendekar.
Soelastri sees it almost every day, comes home from work and stops by the coffee shop for a moment near the big gate of the village.
Search by search, the young man works in a government office in the city, a civil servant. Still bujang, a ting-ting virgin but already has his own home.
Soelastri had always dreamed of marrying a 'normal' man who was not a resident of Pendekar Village who was a jerk and a bastard. He wants to feel the love of a gentle man, to be a lover of a caring man with a heavy life of ordinary citizens, not criminals.
It has been more than a month Soelastri noticed the man in office clothes. Each side and corner is perfect. Want it to feel his body embraced the clean arm of the office person.
This leads him to a cold afternoon, Soelastri comes to the choice of coffee shop subscription pujaan. It was not as usual that time. Belel jeans and hoodie jackets were coagulated behind her wardrobe.
This was the only time when he dared to try wearing a very female dress. Just a piece of clothing she had, a gift from her aunt two years ago who wanted Soelastri to be a little feminine.
The clothes were already rather narrow and small for Soelastri, but still deserved to be worn. Funny thing is, the clothes actually make an aura of beauty and ***appeal appeared explosive.
The pure white canal showed the sincerity of her calves and thighs peering bashfully. The cleavage on his chest was actually not so wide, but his pair of rounded breasts intact, perfect and challenging it forced the fracture in his chest to burst wide.
The young man gasped with courage the girl who came to him directly without further ado brought with him the innumerable maturity of body and body.
Her magnificent face was ayu, alabaster white with sprinkles of black spots, smiling passionately. "I'm Soelastri. What's your name?" he offered a hand to hold.
The young man was nervous amazing, but clasped the delicate palm of the angel too. "Jerry," he replied short and clumsy.
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Setya stepped slowly towards the body that was illuminated by the sedan car lights. He deliberately dramatized his every move in front of the fathers in the car.
The closer Setya felt his heartbeat tick faster. Somehow he felt excited, like he was following a challenge game, he thought.
The thin smile on Setya's face almost widened before turning into a face of horror.
The figure he approached was in a strange and unusual position. Setya initially thought that a female-like figure was lying down or crawling. In fact, both his hands and feet that touched the ground were located behind his back, while his head was twisted down. The figure is kayang but with the face upside down broken like a stomach.
The pure white clothes were stained with a red splash.
The blood?
The pale, black-spotted face of the figure looks bright with gray eyes looking sharply at Setya.
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That night Soelastri had a dirty, slovenly dream. His body was wet with Jerry's saliva. The young man swam over his body, moving like an eel through his stomach and chest.
Like a beetle, Jerry also sucked his cider through two taper shoots stiffened at Soelastri's breast mound, making him kink.
Soelastri lies resigned like a patch of fields that are cultivated, covered, plowed and watered.
He woke up in the morning with sweat soaking his body and shame flushing his white marble cheeks.
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Setya still forced himself to sink and sink into denial. The figure moved forward, walked, crawled, or whatever it was called, approached towards him like a giant insect.
It must be some kind of trick, Setya thought. There must be some way, such as makeup techniques or cosmetics used in horror films to make a show so convincing.
But why does his whole body feel stiff, his tongue is a mute, and his pair of eyes are petrified?
His hand that holds the iron key of the car steering wheel is limp like his masculinity tool that is slow after making love. Soon the iron that was predicted as his weapon fell clanking on the asphalt, followed by the body of the man who had not long married was drooping down.
The figure of crawling kayang with his head twisted broken was already above Setya's body.
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Soelastri washes her white canal clothes and quickly dries them in the sun. He only had one dress. He doesn't want to meet Jerry with jeans and shabby hoodie. Let's be the only one, proved Jerry looked at his body from the top to the bottom end when he was wrapped in the shirt. The white shirt opened its charm taps freely and profusely.
Unashamed to admit, Soelastri enjoys the sight of Jerry stripping him, devouring and devouring him, touching and chewing him, making him the center of desire.
Therefore Soelastri had a perverted dream last night.
But he doesn't want to just dream. He should not be used as a natural month of hallucinations and imagination. He wanted the fine hands of the state employee to go down in the curves of his body in a sure way. He wants them both to drown in the sweat of real romance.
Tomorrow the day after tomorrow, tomorrow the day after tomorrow is when he will make his dream uprooted to the real world.
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Mr. Norman opened the car door and crawled out. The muscles imprinted on his arms, chest shoulders and stomach were useless. All his physical and soul power was gone. He became a useless piece of meat in the universe.
The kuntilanak has made Setya the skeptic booze unconscious in front of the sedan car there. Neither Mr. Jerry nor Mr. Norman really understood what was going on with their youngest housing complex partner.
However, both of them were aware, seeing clearly the kuntilanak who crawled upside down with his head twisted broken trying to absorb all their courage, even the soul of their humanity was sucked out.
Mr. Norman twitched and was unconscious when the figure of a pale-skinned kuntilanak as white as his shirt crawled over his body.
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Soelastri really made his dream come true. It's not hard for a straight man like Jerry to accept a crumbling durian. Soelastri held the young man's hand at their fourth meeting. He led her to a hut at the end of the village, a riverbank where she used to bathe and change clothes alone there.
Soelastri pushes and throws Jerry on the floor. Soelastri's flawless body, which is like a god-carved for Jerry, is now no longer dressed at all in front of his nose. The curves of his hips, armpits and chest were as beautiful as the curve of a river seen from space.
No need to wait a long time for Jerry to taste, sip and devour Soelastri's body. Jerry sipped all that pleasure until it dried up with no noise.
A pair of young eyes Yudi, a first-class Junior High child was peering from the sidelines of the weathered board wall that was hollow because of its fragility. His forehead was sweating and his maleness grew hardened.