The Prisoner Girl of Psychopath

The Prisoner Girl of Psychopath
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Adinda and Adrian stared at each other.....


Dinda opened the paper, and......


A mathematical paper with a value of ninety five.


Dinda and Adrian scrunched his forehead.When Nabila folded his arms in front of his chest with lips that could not be separated to stare a smile.There is a great sense of pride there can get almost perfect value from the most subjects he doesn't like it.


"this is your repeat Bil?nine five?" ask Adinda to make sure


Nabila nodded for sure.


"it's you who's doing it yourself, right?you're not cheating, are you?" asked Dinda to make sure.He was quite suspicious with the results of his daughter's repetition, because he was always accompanying Nabila to study, so he knew exactly, to the extent of Nabil's ability to do math tasks.


"astagfirullah haladzim mamaaaa....Nabil was trying hard to get the value of nine five..mama still do not believe???" said Nabila with a drama snobs while stroking his chest and shaking his head.


Adrian chuckled at the babbling of his little daughter.


"papaaaaaaa.." said Nabila.


"what he promised was hayoooo.." said Nabila teasingly.


"how ya.." said Adrian seem to think.


"papaaaa.....Nabil has learned tired tired to get good grades.." said Nabila while stomping his feet.


Adrian chuckling....


"yes.iya.iya..hari sunday we go to the beach.." said Adrian.


"...!!!!" the little girl cheered so happily.He approached the tattooed man and hugged him.


"thank you pa....."


"iya.udah..pursue to eat there first." said Adrian.


"ready boss...!!!" said Nabila cheerfully while his hand saluted the papa.


Nabila also rushed to the kitchen to ask for food at Miss Ela.Sembara Adinda was still busy staring at the answer sheet that Nabila gave her.The woman seemed still not to believe what she saw.


"already..not to be ignored.." said Adrian.


"you've had lunch yet.we're eating yuk.." he said again.


She folded the paper and put it in her pants pocket.


The two rushed to the kitchen following the princess.


Arrive in the kitchen....


See Naya Chika and Joddy fun to chat while enjoying a snack that Joddy brought.


Adrian looked back sharply at the young man who looked relaxed.Adrian sat at the dining table in the kitchen of the shop that is not too wide.Nabila was there enjoying bribes after mouthfuls which Miss Ela gave to her.


Adrian sat down, followed by Adinda who also dropped her body on a wooden chair next to Adrian.


"do not look at the mas..can you have a crush on Joddy later" said Adinda while filling rice and some side dishes for her husband.


The shophouse is like a second home for the Adrian family.Bu Ela always cooks food there, for children, daughters-in-law, grandchildren and also Naya-Chika.


Adrian turned his head towards Adinda.Dinda put the plate in her hand in front of Adrian.


"have they been dating for a long time?" ask Adrian


"they are dating after the scene you want to teach him in angkringan." said Adinda while staring at the husband.


Adrian turned his head back to the three young people who were busy talking about it.


"Nadiah...Chica..Joddy..all lunches first yuk.." said Adinda.


Chika turned to look at Joddy.


"we want to eat outside Din.bentar again, again wait bang Marco.." said Joddy.


"ohh...double date here's the story...."


"no.." said Naya as she chewed a snack in her mouth.


"it's just lunch Din.." he added.


She just smiled, still ashamed of Naya..


He turned back to Adrian.


"already..hunt eat mas.." he said.


Adrian grabbed his plate.


"tante Naya..tante Chika..om Joddy..sunday I want to go to the beach dong same mom.." said Nabila show off.


"oh...yes....?waaahh.asyik dong.." Naya said in response.


"tante.tante same om follow ya.." said Nabila again while again chewing his food.


"grandmother also.ya nek ya.." said Nabila.


Miss Ela smiled.


"grandmother is old Bil..grandmother is at home aja.." he replied while returning to feed Nabila.


"no matter what grandma.grandmother never walk the road.ya nek ya.." said Nabila.


"iya buk..ikut aja..tari ibuk at home.."imbuh Dinda.


"iya dong..papa will definitely be more fun if the grandmother comes along...iya right papa..?" adinda asked while touching Adrian's shoulder and gave her sweetest smile to her husband.


Adrian who had been silent was still not reacting.


"papaaaa.." said Dinda softly as she brought her face closer to Adrian.


Adrian still did not react.


"paaaa.." he said again and getting closer to make Adrian difficult scooping his food because the face of Dinda so close to his face even almost stuck


"whatever" Adrian answered coldly while pushing Adinda's face away from his.


"yeeeeyyyyy...grandmother came to the beach...!!!!" sorak Nabila.


Adinda squirms beside Adrian with a smile that is made even sweeter.


"thank you papa." he said spoiled.


Adrian glanced at a glance.He continued eating without saying a word.


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Somewhere else....


In a village on the coast....


In a house that is not too luxurious, but quite striking among other houses.


An atmosphere of grief enveloped a house that became the residence of a wealthy widower who had acres of rice fields in the village


This morning, the widower was found dead in his car parked on the side of the road near his rice field area with cuts to his neck and two eyeballs that slipped from their proper places,money and some valuables belonging to the widower also disappeared somewhere.Police who came to the scene concluded that the widower was a victim of robbery.However, who did it can not be ascertained,no one knew, there was no sign of the identity of the sadistic killer.


But again, again,police found a picture shaped like a wolf head painted with blood on the back side of the car.A similar image with the image found at the time of the incident some time ago digubug old in the village aslo.


The police concluded that the perpetrator was the same person and likely, not a person far from the village, or perhaps, precisely a resident of the village itself.


This caused the villagers to be frightened.The village they now became gripping.As a terror of sadistic killing is stalking their village.


Of the dozens of mourners who came, it appeared there Mr. Herman who had just pulanv from the funeral home with some of his other mourners.About ten minutes walk by foot, the man arrived at his gubug house.


As usual, the gubug always looks lonely.Pak Herman sat his body on a wooden chair in front of the house.He took off his black peci, he put his body in front of the house,and fanning the head covering object is light to give a cool effect on his face.Today the weather is quite hot, just walking for a while has made his sweat pour quite profusely.


For a moment Mr. Herman seemed silent.Two murders in the village in the near future back dancing in his mind.Actually who the killer.Why so cruel?and why there is always a picture of a wolf head in every murder.


Mr. Herman seemed to dissolve in his daydream, to the extent....


Mr. Herman realized, Why is it so lonely?Where's Zev?


The middle-aged man walked seok towards his room.He opened the curtain that became the divider between the living room and the only room in the house.


Blank....


there's no one....


Where's Zev?is he school?


One more big question that Mr. Herman can not solve.Zev arrived to want to school.And the boy even confidently went to school and enrolled himself.Ever several times Mr. Herman asked, and,got money from where he bought school equipment.But the teenager never wanted to answer.


Mr. Herman looked to the right and left..


Maybe this is a good time for him to try to find out about the mysterious teenager.


Mr. Herman approached a small shelf where Zev kept his book.He broke into the shelf.Now there is something that can explain, who is actually a 'strange' teenager.


There's nothing....


Just a textbook like a student should be there.


Mr. Herman then switched to lifting the pillow and bolster on the mattress.


Still can't find anything.


Not giving up, though,


He then grabbed the shabby mattress and turned the tip.


gghhh....


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mr. Herman was holding onto his chest.His heart was beating faster.


Fractional dollar bills and rupiah scattered like useless garbage under the mattress.Pak.Herman trembled.Where can.Zev uanv that much?


The man was limp, his body seemed unable to rise so surprised.He inched backwards, leaning his body on the bamboo woven wall there.He looked realistically at the dozens of sheets of money that seemed scattered there.


"who is that boy?" muttered.


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