Wewe Gombel Revenge
excruciating

Bitter thirst grips the soul, empty empty days without flowering even the taste of bile gnawing lara in the void cavity. The silam that is trying to be removed is still more and more evident in the clarity of destiny and fate connecting in the pause of the meeting sweeping the toxic waste of time. If it is like this then who else should be blamed the most?

Bella was still writhing the maggots in her hands. He smiled at Aurel and occasionally pulled the end of the dying-looking woman's shirt. The spilled blood can no longer be contained. Gilang who was riled pull the vehicle to the edge of the city limits. The surroundings were pitch black, like there was a power outage in the aftermath of a prolonged rainstorm. Tears dripped, hands grabbed Aurel's body and landed a kiss on the mucus-skinned forehead. Gilang did not care about the circumstances of the irregularities of everything that happened in Aurel's life.

All the bitter memories and twists and turns of mystery that became the scourge of misery have not ended. Hugging even tighter, the blood-soaked body of the figure of the sombel was extremely cold and itchy. Glazed with the itching caused by Aurel's blood, he looked at the woman's pale face while frowning.

“Now I know the treatment you have to take is not a medical path” whispered Gilang tidying up a woman's hair that has turned so scary.

Pupils are full of whitening, the body is enlarged, the chest is dangling and the long fingers are pointed. Gilang was very surprised, rushing to grab Bella's body which seemed to laugh out loud approaching the figure of Aurel who turned into a rubber wewe.

“I don't want to part from brother, dad let me go!” bella refused to leave.

“Argh...” Bella's screams on the broom by rainstorms and thunderbolts.

“Bella, Bella where are you going?”

Tin….

A freight truck slammed the steering wheel to the left of the road to avoid a collision when a motorcyclist nearly hit Gilang. The atmosphere on the highway was chaotic, some of the transports stopped asking each other questions and saw the recent accident. There was only one wolf that was broken down by a bus and a motorcycle.

“I'm sure it hit a man!” said a man standing up from a mound of grass.

His body that was thrown and survived death, minor injuries became indifferent still trying to convince people that the one he hit was a human.

“It looks like he's not lying or drunk. Quickly we trace the edge of the ravine” stressed a police officer.

Mr. Nedi observed the incident from the end of the road. She combed her hair with her hands then closed her eyes chanting a spell. The third eye can see supernatural beings with the help of the genie waiting for the sacred tree he adores. A vision he can unnaturally gain that sometimes hurts himself. Every night jum’at kliwon he had to throw his whole body in the pool of blood. Tonight is the night of jum’at kliwon, a ritual that he should perform. But he still lusted after Aurel the wewe sombel and obliterated it forever.

“A little bit more I got that damn kid!” muttered Pak Nedi to the nest of gombel wewe in the forest.