Wewe Gombel Revenge
Last time Aurel knew the breath

Anxiety and anxiety are diseases and sometimes they are crimes.

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Aurel sat on the porch of the house, letting go of all the fatigue of looking at her favorite white roses. Waving trees, a glass of hot chocolate and workers busy cleaning the house and yard. Everything he has never puts the meaning of the happiness of the world.

Her dream of meeting her grandmother and mother yesterday at the hospital made her hate on herself. He hated to wake up and go back to living a suffering life until this very second. Aurel's thinking was still chaotic given the incident Gilang accidentally pushed by him.

If only that aggressive man hadn't hugged me! thought.

Edi runs towards Aurel giving A dirty white envelope to Aurel.

"Excuse me non, there's a letter from the front post box of the house."

"Thank you, sir."

A letter in red, crumpled and dirty paper with a sentence that makes Aurel's heart pump faster. He was in great shock, his hand squeezing the letter containing from Mr. Nedi.

📄Meet me now in the forest now before sunset or Gilang the little mouse will not survive.

"Bad men! he's innocent why you made a hook to catch fish! me, your own biological son. But how did he know about that?"

Prang, prong.

Aurel slammed the flower vase that caught the attention of the workers stopping the activity and occasionally saw Aurel. The hostess they knew well and gently from long ago did not have such an angry nature. There was no greeting to the gatekeeper of the post house or the driver.

Aurel grabs his car keys and drives to the forbidden forest carrying a photo of his grandmother, mother and a sharp object.

Granny.mom. Get Aurel, he muttered.

"I'm so late!"

He pulled over the car and walked towards the forbidden forest. There is only a cell phone screen and a trace of black cloth that has been marked by Mr. Nedi so that Aurel knows where his whereabouts. The cold fused into one with the silence of the gripping night whispering fear into the restless soul. Muddy roads make it hard for feet to walk.

He took off his sandals and left them under a tree. Seen in front of him two torches with a sheet of black cloth width measuring rectangular studded with flowers and the aroma of frankincense. There is no Gilang as Nedi said.

Yes, now I realize that he's been trapping his own son, he muttered.

Around the exact circle they both stood surrounded by skull heads. Mr. Nedi seemed to have forgotten in front of him was his own flesh and blood. Mr. Nedi held his beard and approached Aurel. Aurel's footsteps walked backwards, he raised both hands with the knife he had prepared.

"Ahahah, it looks like you inherited the cold-blooded nature of murder just like me."

"Shut up! bad guy!"

"Well he's my father, how can I kill him" he said.

"Ahahah, why? you don't dare kill me?"

Mr. Nedi showed me a doll made of straw. In his left hand there is a needle and prick the doll.

"This doll is Gilang, ahahaha. All this time you've even forgotten who I am!"

"Enough, stop! he's innocent!"

Aurel approached Nedi and stabbed his right arm.

"Arrgghh, goddamn kid! You can't run away today."