The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 89
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 89...
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“Calm down, Lis,” Basri said back while tightening her body to hold Lilis. “It was just a dream doang, really. There's nothing to be afraid of. In fact ... now you are here ‘kan with me?”
“I'm so scared, Kang.”
For a while they hugged each other tightly, until then released each other.
“You haven't finished your meal, Lis.”
“I'm not a laper, Kang,” replied Lilis. “Please .. give me your hug back, Kang. I still feel scared.”
Basri smiled. Soon he grabbed the woman's body and pulled her back into the arms. Some time later, slowly the small movements began to act. Coding that each other wants the same thing.
Swipe after swipe that increasingly moves agile, touching each other gently invites a special sensation in the pores. Blood instantly flows faster, pumped heart beat increasingly struggling.
“I love you, Akang ..” whispered Lilis gently as she stuck out the tip of her tongue touching the man's earlobe. The heat at once raises another increasingly tempestuous sigh. “I fell in love with Akang ..”
Basri moaned slowly with tight eyes. “Aaahhh ... I also like you, Lis. Aahhh .. sshhh!”
Slowly the woman pushed the body of Basri strong until she fell in stiffness. Sitting right on the pelvis with erotic movements like a striptease dancer on an exotic stage.
Seduction for seduction increasingly splashed free from the lips of Lilis, melenakan defense sanity men a Basri to forget the other figures in the house are now in a state of nestapa.
Yes, about Lastri and their two children; Aryan and Maryam.
At the same time, the three were locked inside confused and tormented like they were between two coals. Expect the presence of Basri who did not come and difficult to contact. It all went dark. Not knowing what else to do. In addition to deciding to leave the rented house that second, rather than survive in gripping fear.
While far from the three innocent figures, the Arjuna was even fun to combine love with another woman named Lilis. The night that Basri should have used to close the eyes, in fact they repeatedly spent on affection. Tired is only a momentary feeling, disguised by the orgasm that burns the soul.
Really intoxicating!
“Lilis, where is the woman?” basri again wondered in confusion. “What ...” The man's eyes were suddenly fixed on the bark of his backpack lying in the corner of the room. In the condition of tilting and zipper open.
He rushed over and checked.
“Astrichesaa!” pekik Basri was startled and started to panic on his own. It's in a disheveled state. “Do-not ...”
Instantly a pale look crept all over the face. The esophagus suddenly dries up and breathing space turns narrowed.
“That fetish! The talisman!”
A whole bag of backpacks was taken out. Lifted up high and flipped in such a way that everything inside was drained away. Still, the thing Basri meant was never found.
“Dog!” the man with all his anger filled his soul. “That demonic woman must have done all this! Goddammit! Haram jadah! The cave has to start the female right now! Basic dog!”
Quickly Basri put on the rest of his makeshift clothes. Just dirty jeans and a shirt full of dried blood spots last night. Then hurriedly hooked the backpack onto his back and slipped out of the room.
‘Dog! That woman must have run away!’ gerutu Basri immediately felt very hateful of the figure of the woman. ‘Gelanya again, all the provisions of the cave money ludes brought females ****** that! No exception to the cave HP as well! Goddamn it!’
“Which father is going to?” asked the receptionist as soon as he saw Basri about to leave the place.
The man was confused. “I want to go out for a while, looking for the woman earlier. Later back again, kok,” he said lying, even though worried because the room rental has not been paid.
“Wait, Sir!” The officer was holding. “Bapak wants to go? Please take care of the administrative costs first, Mr.”
“No, coke. I don't want to go, but I just want to find that woman. All my money is equal to him,” reply Basri berkilah. “I'm definitely back again, kok.”
Of course the officer did not want to believe it just like that. Moreover, seeing the appearance of a shabby Basri and a backpack on the back.
“Please excuse me, Sir. But we have to ...”
“Sorry, I have to get out right now. This business will be completed. Okay?”
“Wait, Sir!” the receptionist shouted that reflex. But Basri doesn't care. He rushed away. “Security! Sattabitmm! Go after that guy! He wants kabuurrr!”
Hearing the cry of the officer, spontaneously Basri also ran in fear. As quickly as possible he dodged and tried to stay away. Until then, a chase ensued.
“Woy ... wait! Don't run!”
Basri's move accelerated. He ran like a fidelity and wanted to rescue himself as far away as possible from the security officers who were chasing him.
The situation is really gripping. Basri no longer knows what he has to do, except to run and run as fast as possible. The hatred and resentment towards Lilis was really growing. The woman had brought all her precious things. Money, HP, a set of clothing pangsi that stores the objects of the Corpse Talisman, as well as motor vehicle letters.
“Sial! Damnit damnit! Shit!” Basri repeatedly cursed incessantly. “Why do caves easily believe the same lilis? Oh, my God .. What a bitch! It should have been a suspicious cave since the first time he appeared. Why do we know where the cave is. But this is .. aarrggg! Dog!”
The only hope now is to go to Juned's rented house, where as long as Basri goes to the slopes of Mount Halimun, leave his motorized vehicle there. It's a long way off, but there's no other choice. Want to call Juned's phone, no communication device. Nor does his number remember. How else? Basri can only step back between tired and hungry.
More than half a day the man staggered. The rest of the energy that was there was almost exhausted. Stomach pain asks to be filled, while a dime of money is not owned. Finally, he could only walk and walk to his friend Juned's rented house.
“Who to find, Mas?” ask someone as soon as evening Basri arrived at the door of Juned's rented house.
“I'm Juned's friend, sir,” Basri replied with a stingy breath and a foul smell. “Junednya no, yes?”
The figure of the white-moustached old man who asked Basri just now replied, “Ooohh, nyari Juned? Coincidentally, I am the owner of this rented house and just before noon, Juned left from here, Mas.”
“Go? Go where?” ask Basri lethargic.
“Waahhh, I don't know where it went, Mas. But for sure, since today, Mas Juned who occupies this contract ... will no longer live here, Mas.”
“Meanour?”
“Mas Juned is no longer contracted here, Mas. Move, but I don't know where to move.”
“Haahhh?!” Basri was shocked. “T-but ...”
“Some of Mas Juned's belongings are still here, Mas,” added the old man of the rented house owner explained. “But before leaving, Mas Juned said .. justin aja inside. He said, Just for me, Mom. He-he.”
...SERIATE...