The Indigo Three Twins
Part 172's
Araxi was already in the dimensions of the ghost of the little boy, without suspecting that by enduring the pain around his body, he would still insist on helping the little ghost, in order to find the cause of death that makes the ghost.
Not even deliberately he closed access into the dimension, so that Albert could not follow him or follow him into the place he was heading.
Pandangan mata Araxi menjadi dingin, saat ia tak sengaja melihat keadaan di suatu rumah yang membuat menahan napas amarah mendidih, tetapi ia lebih memilih mengikuti langkah hantu kecil tersebut, seperti menunjukkan suatu kejadian di mana ia meregang nyawa.
“Mas, why do you always torture our children?” ask a woman who is thought to be the biological mother of the ghost of the child.
“It's not tight, he's not my real son. I married you because I only wanted the inheritance left by, her biological father!” replied a man with a thunderous laugh. “Give me a lot of money! Didn't your late husband leave a lot of money?”
“Mas, don't be like this. I don't have that kind of money, it's not even mine but our son's.”
A loud slap landed on the woman's cheek, even the corner of her lips spitting out fresh blood.
“You're deaf or not, huh? It's been tightened many times. That child is not my flesh and blood, so I must always love him so! Just trouble.” the man without feeling guilty with the attitude and words that are thrown from his lips.
Because both of them did not realize, there was a boy who secretly listened to their quarrels that morning, without realizing the tears of the boy flowed by themselves.
He also thinks whether he is needed or indeed, the two people are very selfish and not infrequently they never think about his feelings are very hurt.
Araxi who saw it became furious, with the behavior of a man without feeling guilty for a boy.
I don't think it's the rotten woman who always hurts, she's even more disgusting than that woman! So you want to save all your possessions, then?
That is what is currently being thought of by him, even he thought how to later tell the sister, not to be too greedy in using the treasure that should belong to the ghost of the boy.
“Build!” watering the boy with very cold water, as he mixed it with some ice cubes that he found before mixing with ordinary water. “Basic, son of a shit carrier! You think I'd love you, huh? Cih ... Never dream .. That I will admit you as my biological son must.. Because I only target all the treasures left by the deceased, your father!” he said by spitting towards the little boy whom he tied tightly, so that he could torture his heart and mind.
He who was still small was not able to twitch, when both legs along with both hands were tightly bound, even his face looked so pale that, making his lips turn blue.
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