Wewe Gombel Revenge
Vengeance-wrapped

The pitch-black of his heart could not be behind anymore. Silent testimony lands of the world, too dry due to the flush of naughty hands. Sometimes the earth weeps or waters the evil materials of cultists. It was as if they had forgotten the death that had been in the eye. Unrequited revenge, hatred increasingly spread in a lump of heart that has been frozen hard. Stalls of suffering, suffering, wounds and falls mired into the inner hole are not borderless. The deadly poison has no cure anymore.

Revenge wewe gombel..

A police car headed to Gilang's house, two police officers walked open the gate of the house. They knocked on the door of Gilang house so strongly, but it seemed like the house looked uninhabited. From the terrace of the house filled with dried leaves. The tables and chairs were dusty, there were numerous cobwebs perched filling in every corner of the object. One of the police officers was almost surprised to see many crows flying above the house and flew in groups towards them.

“This house is strange, it seems really empty” said one of the police officers trying to open the door.

“But whose car is it?” the second policeman pointed.

The head of one of the policemen looked over from outside the glass. His body was jolted at the sight of a large-bodied female figure with a monstrous appearance glaring at him.

“Go..” he said slammed the car door and disappeared.

“Argghh..” scream one of the police.

The second policeman, who was still monitoring the house, stopped when he patted his shoulder and laughed, opening his mouth with worms writhing in his jaw.

“Arghhh...ghost!”.

The two policemen returned to their cars and left the gate open. One of his hats fell in front of the house. But they don't care about it anymore.

“What's the sound of outside?” tanya Gilang flicked the curtain observing from the window.

On a bright morning he greeted with a sweet romance again saw the figure of a woman he could not leave in front of the terrace combing his long hair. Aurel smiled when Gilang opened the door and offered a glass of warm tea and entered the house.

“Since when was Aurel on the porch?” muttered Gilang sipped some tea and walked to close the gate.

Behind the house, Mr. Nedi settles in sowing burnt ash, salt and objects of destruction of the figure of the gombel wewe. He had finished the supplies, resumed the rotten plan to reach the body back into a mashup and catch the figure of the gombel wewe to be made a slave to transmit the knowledge he got from the genie waiting for the sacred tree.

“This time you can not escape, I should have been sitting quietly waiting for the visitors at the table. You always ruined my plans Aurel!” muttered sir Nedi continued to say the mantra.

Black clouds rolled over the clear sky, the wind blowing fiercely. Heavy rain again flushed and the crows instantly died falling on the roof of the house. Gilang is very upset to hold Bella's body, she remembered the fenoma of this atmosphere that eliminates her child. Gilang tightly hugged and then shouted calling Aurel's name.

“Aurel, Aurel where are you?” call Gilang with a huffed heart.

The woman had changed in her room. His body was held back by something hot as if binding very strongly. Apparently the power of the jin tree-waiting rolled in the form of black smoke.

“Hahah..” Laughter sir Nedi closed his eyes to see the figure of a gombel wewe that does not wart.