The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Verse of Enampy Seventy
William Tanata never thought how lucky he was to have Jessica Wu. Even after four years of dating and today they will celebrate the anniversary of the first wedding, William Tanata still never stop admiring the girl.
Jessica Wu's level arms and legs, her pure white skin so that the bluish veins are clearly visible as the Yangtze river flow is visible from the air, is a picture of the universe that makes her feel always flying. The girl's hair was as dark as a straight night plunging like Niagara. His curves are always painted in the eye of William Tanata. The way Jessica Wu tucked her hair behind her ears or raised both her hands flaunted her forearms and armpits while tying the beautiful manes some left behind her flock behind her nape, which was as smooth as the marble, shadowing until tightly stuck in the brain of William Tanata.
Jessica Wu's face was actually cold, expressionless and emotionless. Beautiful on the face was impressed expensive, luxurious, magnificent, elegant and charming, but still beautiful. Wait ... William Tanata preferred the word 'captive' to 'beautiful'.
The girl's smile was too stingy, and it was not her weapon of charm, but on the twists and sharp glances of her two eyes that were without the folds of petals. It was from those two eyes that Jessica Wu spoke, exuding all fascination and beauty.
The pair of eyes would blink favorably when Jessica Wu was under the body of William Tanata who befell her, or squinting me as William Tanata's body swayed over her.
The word sexy and sensual is too ordinary to describe a plain slim body without a cover on every night William Tanata who always smoldering on the bed. There are no words that are too precise to explain this miracle.
Outside, Jessica Wu looked cold and indifferent. However, in contrast to inside the room, the woman transformed into a passionate hot fire that exploded like a lava explosion on the surface of the crater.
No wonder his wife had changed into a cheongsam-style dress or a flaming red qipao with no arms attached to firmly affirm the curves of his body for the celebration of their first wedding anniversary, William Tanata felt his chest rumble like the first time he saw the beauty of his wife.
"What's wrong with you, honey?" jessica Wu said with a cold face. But his pair of eyes said the opposite, full of challenges delinquency and passionate love for the husband. She enjoyed every lick of her husband's gaze on his breast bulge, bare shoulders, cheongsam cleavage on his elongated thighs, and a pair of level legs.
"You are beautiful" William Tanata responded.
"I know ...," answered the wife briefly, raising her head in a haughty manner. Making William Tanata's blood rustle full of spirits.
The two were then in a car driving that night to a restaurant they were subscribing to in the city, over a toll bridge.
William Tanata slips his left hand into Jessica Wu's cheongsam thigh. His palm down the smooth surface of the wife's skin which he had done hundreds of times but never felt saturated.
"Darling ... If you know like this, just mending us at home," Jessica Wu replied coldly. But the glances are full of meaning.
William Tanata had not had time to reply when their car slammed and spun on the road three times before stopping face down on the side of the road. William Tanata slammed into the steering wheel when suddenly four young men were in the middle of the road. They are young children of Pendekar Village who are in a state of heavy drunk trying to cross the road.
The last thing William Tanata saw before he was unconscious was his wife's strangely curved body beside him. His eyes were half open, without life. While his entire body was red, as red as the cheongsam he wore.
Four years have passed, but William Tanata can still remember the smell of his wife's body when he woke up, or the smell of soap that evaporated after he took a bath, or the smell of moisturizing skin before going to bed.
Right today is their fourth wedding anniversary, if Jessica Wu is still alive.
For three years in a row, William Tanata would sit at the dinner table with a framed portrait of his wife laid out in front of him. That emotionless charming face looked straight into his heart.
"We should be better at home, honey" he told the photo every year. "Happy anniversary, honey" he said, every year.
Tears from one eye. Pain in one of his thighs due to the accident is still often felt, recur in the morning.
Jessica Wu the wife stood in front of him.
William Tanata gasps. Heart melos. He doesn't know what to behave like. His madness has become more and more so. Now he saw his dead wife standing before him. Her beauty is perfect, her body's dandy is rampant.
William Tanata smiled amusedly to himself. It turned out that he missed Jessica Wu so much that he saw her figure come back to life.
But, that figure was still ahead there. Wearing a fiery red cheongsam, her skin was glowing, her face was blushing, her body was earthy, making her soul thrashing even more miserably.
Jessica Wu, who died three years ago on their first wedding anniversary, now looks so alive. The expressionless face remained cold, yet both of his eyes flowed meaning.
"Hello, honey," said the pair of eyes.
His thin, lip-tinged lips were thick and deliberately made to a volume that did not move at all, but William Tanata was convinced the figure was talking to him.
"Darling ... Is this really you?" william Tanata half-whispered.
He felt strange and truly a lunatic realizing that it was possible for him to speak with hallucinations.
"You don't have to do this anymore, honey. It's time you forgot about me and leave now," the pair of eyes without folds of petals spoke again.
Foolish, thought William Tanata. He did not care if the beautiful figure in front of him was a mere hallucination.
It stands. The pain in his thighs attacked again.
"You think it's easy to forget you, baby? I still remember everything about you, down to the smallest thing. That's because I love you. I can't forget you, honey," William Tanata half-screamed.
"@)7 #7$@- ?@58," Jessica Wu's reply.
William Tanata frowned. He could not clearly hear the distorted speech of the figure.
"What did you say, honey?"
"@)7 #7$@- ?@58," repeated the figure.
William Tanata shook his head. The voice of the figure is like speaking in another language. He also rubbed his eyes. The figure in red in front of him faded.
"Darling ...?!" the William Tanata.
"I'M DEAD!" exclaimed the figure that suddenly was a moment in front of the face of William Tanata.