The Temptation of the Desire of the Stepchild
CHAPTER 17: A WOUND BURIED IN A PETITE BODY

Rama walked down the right side of the house. His feet stepped on something slippery and the body floated backwards. Pant*tat it landed painfully onto the rough surface.

"Agh!"

His hand that was used to rest when falling actually twisted the branch. The sound of the dry wooden branch sounded so loud. His lips were tightly coiled so he endured the pain when his egg was about to break in two.

He bent over protecting the suffering of his eggs. Even the pain was causing his head so dizzy. He continued to bend and often held his breath until the pain began to subside. The man sat down using his side thighs to search for a cell phone. Rama fumbles on the jacket pocket, then the pants pocket and his eyeballs twist lazily.

"B**it! I didn't bring a phone! Then how do I record the scene of Nita's affair!"

Rama leaned over and tried to stand up. He was holding the wall and was going home. It's free to find no evidence, he thought.

The man was filled with turmoil, at his ambition to get rid of the stepmother. His feet stopped stepping, determined to hold him back to go home. Not necessarily he would find this fortune again.

So Rama turned around. He glanced at the small house with very dim lights, maybe only 5 watts. The left leg slipped near where it had fallen, he held the body using another leg and it was unfortunate that he fell on his side with his right hand crushed by his body.

Rama's nose twitched with no, and was eager to disable his sense of smell if he could. The right hand closes the nose, avoiding the deadly foul smell. His stomach was just nauseous like playing in a washing machine, the smell was getting stronger.

Rama felt his hands wet, he would bring the wet liquid closer, his stomach contents directly out without warning until it hit a little hand. His stomach was drained unbroken in the damp and dark yard like hell.

"Now!"

A couple of old wives over the age of 70, heard a noise from earlier. They usually wake up in the early hours and can not sleep after. The elderly couple tried to install ears that were still healthy, not deaf like people his age.

"Kung, listen no? The sound of people vomiting. Don't-don't the thief?" ask princess.

"Our house is nothing, there is ten thousand money under the pillow. Are they more lacking than we are, until we want to go into this house that wants to collapse?" Akung replied while staring at the roof tile, in the wooden retaining there is a tail of a mouse that waved.

"It's not our house either. The house next door." The princess grimaced to see the shameless mouse making out over the skeleton of her house.

"Devan's house? Dih, let the house of a stingy person indeed deserves to be turned on."

"Bah Kung, hus, don't mention people who have died, later to a new dream...."

"Here if you dare to come to a dream, Akung was angry with an arrogant person like him. He died for his pride. Burnt down into the abyss."

"Kung, don't say that. Does the outside sound exist?" Mbah putri held the wrinkled hand of her husband who lived a bone. "Sleep again, Akung."

Rama grimaced after taking out all of his entrails. His jacket was removed to wipe his hand that had been hit by foul liquid, then his jacket was thrown away. Now he made it to the side near the two-story house, after his eyes began to adjust to the moonlight. His feet are always fumbling that will be stepped on, not to step on a banana or moss.

"People get sick first, have fun later." Rama tenaciously repeated his spell. He glanced at the grounds of the old house, looking for tools to climb the 2.5-meter-high fence wall. Rama found a wooden cottage in the old house, it looks like the occupants of the house are sleeping. He carried the box beside the sturdy fence.

Miris, next to the sturdy house, just keep it there is a plot of the reot house. The owner of this house must be a miser! Should make home surgery, definitely not make poor really. Uh! Thank God Nita walks with a stingy guy! Still loyal also papah I, huh do not know grateful. (Brake)

Rama crouched down, splattered the wooden planks, he would sneeze and his arms would instantly cover his nose. "Mahhhcenn!"

His eyes looked at the top of the wall, there seemed to be no broken glass. To protect, Rama takes off the shirt and throws it at the end of the wall, the shirt is pulled and no one sticks. He put on the shirt again, then his feet went up to the wooden board .

His feet jumped, at the same time his hands grabbed the wall. Fortunately, he often pulls up. Easily, his head was lowered into the courtyard of the luxurious mansion. At a safe atmosphere, he passed through the fence, then landed smoothly on the manicured grass.

After observing the situation, he was cautious on the security at the front near the gate. Fortunately, he did not go in front. If it had climbed through there would have been arrested security.

Rama walked to the back, he settles on the open door which is a clothesline. She was so lucky it was the kitchen. Her eyes surrounded the dim dining room with her heart pounding, then arched inward and quickly climbed through the stairs without a sound.

His eyes were fixed on the room with the lights on, with a slight opening. His eyes were round when he heard the wrenching roar, he knew it was Nita's voice. Did Nita's cheating hurt the girl, she thought.

Rama continued to check around and squinted at the blood dripping from Nita's wrist. The girl rolled around on the marble floor that was stained by some irregular bloodstains.

It took Rama time to digest for a few seconds. Her eyes dodged as Nita cried desperately as she beat the floor. Rama's heart fell to the earth. His sturdy shoulders slumped as if he was carrying a barbell that weighed over 100 kg.

Looking around for a while, Rama entered after checking inside no one else. The girl did not realize she was coming. Rama scatters and holds the newly achieved cutter Nita until she manages to reach the cutter child right on her three fingers. Si4l cutter is sharp. The bead crawled on Rama's fingers that began to bleed. Rama threw away the blood-filled cutter.

He lifted up the body of Nita who was still rebelling, with a feeling like lifting up the dead. He did not understand the confusion, he had never met anyone this desperate, but seemed perfectly fine outside, as if the woman was the happiest in the world.

Raman's body shortened a tiny body without a sound. A tiny body that seemed to bury many wounds inside. The sound of raucous crying, the girl, made the deepest recesses of Rama's soul sliced.

The man forgot who the woman was in his arms. The dizzying cries of the frail woman who was now pounding the solid wall in Rama's heart. He was numb to his injured physique and the hardships he went through. To find the stripes of the woman. It turns out that it is true that Nita has many wounds in the form of incisions on the left and right hands.

He loosened his embrace with trembling, sloping his tiny arm with the edge of the wound scratches swollen and the mulain blood froze. "Are you this hard, Nita?"

The girl's eyes were closed with still as much as she pleased. Rama put his tiny head to sleep, with tangled hair wet with tears, on a pillow that had also been torn to shreds until it was seen part of the dacron. Rama grabbed the cloth like a long bandana, and twisted his three fingers into one.

His heart trembled at the incision making him powerless. He wouldn't dare to treat if he heard a groan of pain. Tell me what should I do?

All the room he saw, like a woman's room. All equipment she's on the table, women's equipment without. There are no photos in the room. He glanced at the P3K writing on the open shelf. His hand grabbed it and looked at the contents. "I don't know if this can help."

Rama who knows how to treat wounds becomes stressed, not psychic. What am I supposed to do with the incision? Alcohol, or betadien? Alcohol's a pain, betadien, is it?

Confusedly Rama dripped betadine in each incision and instead flowed irregularly. I actually used the show up. Why am I the most useless human being! Whose house is this? I have to ask Budi for help.

Rama glanced at Nita's bag that was splattered. Tearing apart a pile of clothes, on top of Nita's bed. You're so screwed, these are your clothes, aren't you? Why all women's clothing is unbranded.

Nita's phone was found under Nita's pillow. Calls kept coming in from his papa. Nita's phone turned out to be in silent.

Rama then called budi, after he texted first. He asked for a diversion of commotion with the mercon in front of this house, for he could get out of this place before half-four o'clock. The man sent the location via sms. Then the history of sms and calls was erased.

Rama returns the P3k to its original place, then locks the door of the room from the inside. He peeked at the curtains, looking for a place at any time to escape. He might be able to get out onto the balcony, but he couldn't jump off the second floor.

"Hey. sleep. I'm taking care of you from here. If I can I'll get rid of your nightmares, Stepmother."

Rama was sitting on the floor with his chin propped up on the bed. Look at Nita's eyelids, which are swollen and slightly blue. The lips that used to tease him were now slightly swollen with a pale face there were blood stains. Either his blood or Nita's.

What would you do if you knew this. If you're comfortable with papah, you'll cry on papah. But why are you crying alone as if you have no one.

It's not that you married her to share her feelings. Or rightly my guess, you don't actually love papah and are just a materialist. But it doesn't make sense that, since you've got the material, you should be happy.

Moreover, you are pregnant with my sister-to-be. What else are you worried about again? (Rama)

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