Travel Stories
Seven Sort Oil Bottle

After more than 7 hours of travel with various modes of transportation, which was even able to make it, a figure with above-average health and fitness levels just complained of being tired, tired, Anton was unable to even let out a disappointed sigh.

The house, or perhaps more appropriate to be called a cottage, in addition to small, is also very simple. The place even consisted of only a tenement house. Then where will this "healer" treat the patient if the room is not there?

But whatever the fuck Anton's head is, it has absolutely no effect on Mr. Alfons at all.

The large-bodied Bule looked very radiant, as if just by looking at this place alone, his health seemed to instantly improve. With wide steps, he immediately pushed a simple fence made of bamboo pieces, entered the courtyard and directly knocked on the door.

"Good Afternoon. I'm Alfons, sir. According to my friend, can you heal people?"

Hearing this, the figure of the middle-aged man's face opening the door and welcoming the bule widened the smile.

"Owh, Mr. Alfons. Please enter. I've been waiting for your arrival."

Huft, you trickster! Try not to introduce yourself...

Inexplicably Anton felt increasingly upset when he saw the friendly behavior of a middle-aged man who immediately widened the door and let his guests in. These various tested knowledge, research and medicines were exchanged for ridiculous opportunities without any direction of explanation!

But for the sake of pops, Anton forced himself to shut up and follow in his footsteps. This young doctor only hopes to be able to dismantle this lowly human guise and make the pops realize that he was just being tricked.

But apparently, today is destined to be the defeat of modern medicine.

The middle-aged man with a face full of smiles immediately took out a massage oil bottle, which seemed to be made of jade, after he invited Mr. Alfons to remove clothes and lay on a simple check table in the middle of the room of the simple house. Pinch it deftly, immediately do a simple massage using oil from the bottle.

Only, what appeared then completely turned the look of contemptuous disdain that appeared in Anton's eyes into a look of astonishment covered in horror.

Put aside the face full of relief that appeared on Mr.'s face. Alfons, which usually only appears when he gets a high dose of painkiller injections, a blackish-red liquid begins to seep out of his skin pores, along with the massage done by the middle-aged man. But that's not how much...

Along the fine grunting that arises from Mr. Alfons, who seemed to have fallen asleep at the comfort he felt, looked like he was pulling something and somehow, suddenly he was holding a lump of irregular flesh that was still wet, and still had some kind of water, then casually throw it into the bucket at the foot of the check table. He did that a few times. Massaging, massaging and pulling lumps of wet meat from various parts of Mr.'s body. Alfons, and throw it in the bucket. He only stopped after it seemed that the "bad lump of flesh" he kept taking from the deep body on the table was no longer there. Slowly, he sighed, rubbed his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand and took out his massage oil bottle. A moment of disappointment emerged from him when he realized that the oil in the bottle had little left.

"I know that I don't have confidence in what I'm doing" the man said with a smile, as his eyes looked at Anton calmly.

"But for me, all the healing of disease comes in many ways, no matter the old or new way, mas."

"I don't mean to offend you, it's just..."

But the middle-aged man chuckled and raised his hand, cutting off Anton's words.

"What's wrong, doctor. His father is healed. Please fulfill the agreement he has agreed to before. Please leave after his Father wakes up, I still have to go to the rice field..."

And he just left...

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The cyclone remained silent. His eyes continued to wander around alertly. His brain continued to spin violently in search of answers to what appeared in his vision at this time. The powerful energy fluctuations that had previously appeared, forced him to pull out the Andini who still had not finished the meal and it seemed, the powerful energy burst had originated from this place. It's just that there doesn't seem to be anything strange here, and this is exactly what makes Typhoons more alert.

Ignoring the protests of Andini, who still regretted the half-full plate, Typhoon kept an eye on the small house. For some reason, but Typhoon felt a secret of familiarity that emerged from the aura that emerged from this seemingly recently cleaned house.

"*Sister, what are we doing?"

"Shhhhhh!"

"Whose home is Kak*?"

"Mas e why are you so clumsy? It's suspicious!"

And that soft voice turned out to be able to cause a tremendous effect...

The cyclone, who did not think anyone would notice his movements, jumped in shock and fell down, when in his shock he twisted his body and lost his balance. Only, it seemed that his behavior looked so ridiculous to the questioner, when the beautiful straight-haired woman laughing at him.

God, is this the angel of God lost and doesn't know the way home? How the story there is a creature as beautiful as this on earth, the inner hiss of the Typhoon when unconsciously, he was stunned to see the figure who was still laughing.

"Sister. Brother! Oh, be embarrassed! Brother! Duh, he's dumbass!!!" hiss Andini while trying to shake the Typhoon's arm, tried to resuscitate the young man from his shock.

Feeling the shock in his arm, Typhoon regained his senses, but he was unable to answer anything. His mind was empty when in panic, the stuttering tone that emerged from his mouth further made the girl even more twisted.

"Ehm, yes... No, I. uh, I don't, um, Ouch!"

"Trudely'in this brother!" sahut Andini's. His little fingers had already landed on Typhoon's arms and pinched him hard, trying to stop his brother's silliness, which seemed to have lost every serenity he normally had.

While the woman continued to laugh, echoing a seductive melodious voice. The behavior of these two people was indeed very ridiculous for him. It was just the sound of the fence opening up, absorbing his attention.

"Who else are you bothering, Ray?"

"Ih, what the hell? Ray just came. Mas this is the one in front of our house, suspicious wit, you know! When Ray asked, he fell. Ray doesn't bother. Ask this lovely sister, huh?" sergeant Ray was quick, not to accept the accusation of Kay, who just came out when he heard a storm in front of the house.

Hearing this, Andini, who was still trying to make the Typhoon rise, immediately stopped her actions and answered quickly.

"Yes, Brother. Beautiful sister just asked, but Brother Andini was shocked and fell. I'm sorry, brother, we're just passing by!"

Uh, pretty brother?

This kid can see Rayna???

And looking at the direction of his gaze, it seemed that this young man could also see Rayna.

But Kay immediately moved regardless of the various questions that were spinning in her brain. He immediately helped the young man to stand up.

"I'm Kay, this is the home of my late parents. You guys wanna come in and rest inside?" he said as he reached out his hand after the young man stood up.

Two people stood in front of the house, and both of them could see Rayna. It is gotta mean something...

For a moment the young man hesitated, but he immediately grabbed the outstretched hand and shook it tightly.

"I'm a Typhoon, and this is my sister, Andini. If you don't mind, we'll be a little troublesome."

"It doesn't have to be too stiff, bro. Just call me Kay." Kay replied as she invited the two men in. Although I don't know the two, for Kay, everyone who can see Rayna is worth making friends with!

But it seemed that the young man was a bit hesitant when his steps came to the front of the fence. The memory of the previous burst of magical energy still disturbed his mind. But Andini had already waltzed past him and entered the courtyard without waiting. His mouth chattered merrily with the beautiful elder brother accompanying his steps.

Ouch, boy! Penance if it is like this, the inner Typhoon gamang.

Inevitably, he braced himself and stepped up, following Andini who seemed to be completely immersed in his chandelier with the "beautiful sister" he had just known.

Damn it, bitch of a responsibility. What will happen, happens!