The Angkara Murka
Book of Pon - Rattan Chairs
The white fog swam slowly and slowly amid the screams of the residents of Pon Hamlet that sounded here and there, including behind the roof and walls of the house. Apparitions of spirits and curious spirits have apparently begun to appear and appear everywhere.
The gate of the softened universe has begun to tear and tear.
Girinata did not expect and could hardly believe that he would finally reach back to this time. The magic abilities that his family has had for generations in fact he managed to cling back.
Look, his body is back scorching, not wrinkled and not tangled. He massaged his own arm and shoulder muscles. Even without hesitation, Girinata took off the rest of her clothes and was now completely naked. He looked towards the base of his two thighs where the growing strength that had now returned young, was the same as his body as a whole.
Girinata looked towards Marni, his wife, who was giggling sitting on the edge of the butut mattress in their spacious but no less shabby room.
"Why are you laughing, Mom? Want to try to prove if this thing can be used like before?" girinata said mischievously, directing his gaze at the object hanging prominently under his stomach.
Marni, who again showed a handsome innocent face in her youth, giggled again. Her beauty came back. She blatantly looked at the organ at the bottom of her husband who was still looking down timidly.
"You think I'm scared, sir?" reply Marni naughty. He stood up and passed one by one his clothes, deliberately slowing them down in order to enjoy the reaction process of revival of Girinata manhood.
Unlike Wardhani, her daughter, Marni has a yellow skin. Perhaps Wardhani's dark skin was obtained from his father, Girinata. But clearly, Marni has the same slender curves and the shoots of the chest mound that is as red as Wardhani.
Girinanata moaned like a cow enjoying the view of his wife's innocent body and felt that desire reawakened his manhood like the youth he had lived decades ago. One of his hands grasped the stem of his maleness, sorting it slowly to be sure that the object was still functioning as before.
The couple used their time to play love. Sparks of electrical energy whipped up each nerve and muscle incision as the skin both came into contact with the burning embers. Girinata pressed deeply into her body, Marni opened wide her defensive archway. The two bodies that long for the perfection of youth work harshly, giving and receiving without giving in. Girinata bites, Marni claws. The two beat each other.
Girinata smell Marni's body scent is as sweet as jasmine and lusty. Marni herself took a deep sip of Girinata's dark smell but made it sink, like a cup of coffee in the afternoon.
Marni takes great pride when her curves are traced by her husband's tongue. The sweat is mixed with saliva, so dirty and wild as animals. Yes, he and Girinata are animals. The two are not just looking at each other, but snapping and pricking. Marni let her throat shout out the sound of unobstructed enjoyment. The woman may actually not only shout pleasure, she actually releases liberation. Free from the limitations of time, free from the threat of death of the world, free from the hunger of aging.
In one corner of the room, the figure of the spirit of Sapar Nataprawira stood with a year of pain, imprisonment, torture. He can't leave that place. His body was looming on the edge of the bed. Both eyes flanged open to see his daughter sputtered man who actually now counted as his own son-in-law.
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The barn building at the back of the Girinata family home is increasingly embraced and hidden a thick night. Darkness swallows the yellow glow of the bulb lamp with the help of the kala.
"Ingsun amatek ajiku the cow, Rasulku luh, Brahim nginep babahan, Kep-karekep barukut kinemulan wesi yellow, wesi mekangkang, Sacengkang, dsadempu representation, Sakabehing braja tan ana nedasi, Bedil pepet, Saskar, mriyem bunyu, ...." Secretly Soemantri Soekrasana has been reciting the spell of the science of Lembu Sekilan since he woke up unconscious from his stupor earlier.
After ordering the two young men to kill Soemantri Soekrasana, Marni grabbed her husband's hand and hurried away. She could not resist the pulse of lust behind her skirt. He also did not want to see the blood of the impudent young man smart-ass.
Stay Wandi and Farid, two fellow youths who were ordered to clean it up.
It's just that, strangely enough, the tip of Wandi's machete, the young man who was ordered by Marni to kill the young man who was tied to the rattan chair, passed a inch from Soemantri Soekrasana's head when released, was released, a moment after Girinata and Marni left the warehouse. Somehow, the muscles in Soemantri Soekrasana's body move so fast, mysterious and practical that it avoids enemy attacks.
The young man narrowed his eyes at the machete he had just struck, as if something was wrong with the size or shape of the sharp weapon. He then looked at Soemantri Soekrasana who was still sitting tied to a rattan chair. There's a little movement there. The young man then looked at his partner who looked back at him, as if to say that the mistake was on him, not the cleaver.
"Ah, it is always the youth who are made slaves to their evil actions that have power," thought Soemantri Soekrasana. "If not a lustful offer, it must be money and the glory of wealth. That really offends me. I am also a young man, still crooked piss," Soemantri Soekrasana told herself again. This time with a small laugh. " ... but I have no intention of harming anyone else, let alone one hamlet, simply by being paid for such pseudo-pleasure."
The young man took a deep breath, refocusing his attention and intent. He aimed again at the young man's baton head which was clearly bound tightly helplessly in the rattan chair in front of him.
The blade of the machete cut through the air without its target being hit.
"You're drunk, huh?!" exclaims Farid, the youth's colleague, saw his friend memapras empty wind like a dazed person. And indeed Wandimerasa was like a daze. Obviously he scored his blade as fast as he could. In such a short distance it is impossible not to hit the target. After all, he had not drunk alcohol for a week, let alone drunk.
"Here, let me clean it up. Remember, you can't cheat. You must report to Budhe Marni and Pakdhe Giri that I killed this man. So I deserve Wardhani's virginity first" Farid said, without seeking her friend's failed consent. Fortunately, it cannot be denied, Farid thought. He did not expect Wandi to be so drunk that he could not read the young shaman.