A Wound Wound A Wound
Fungicide Hypha

The longing is passionate, just opium. Tasteless tasteless. Crushed in the carcass. Aksara is hurting, harboring her wishes. Inhibit growth with chemicals so that the fungus stunted its growth. Enough of him.

Slowly Aksara walked towards her room. Sitting hugging knees. Quiescent. Yeah, just keep quiet without a lot of words. Occasionally immerse the face in his arms, occasionally propping up the chin with the back of the hand.

The character felt heat around his eyes. In a hurry, he turned his head. Occasionally rubbing the nose.

Enough's enough!

His mind was struggling to end the taste that was already stirred.

Enough characters, you can cry. Don't be alone. Come on Aksara, you can. Rest assured.

Again and again the Aksara seeks to strengthen itself.

Again, Aksara lowered her head, then looked up her head. Her eyes were hot, she was crying. Aksara's heart felt in the piercing, poignant.

"That's enough, I should immediately turn this flavor off. I can't cultivate. Especially to go out." Tekat Aksara.

He felt helpless. He felt himself as a poor man. To be the subject of banter by the highest castes.

"I can't lose to them! little by little, slowly, I'm sure God will ease the way." Aksara motivates itself.

Only able to hope in the Master of the universe of the solar system and its contents. Believing He will answer the humming of prayer from his tiny lips. Maybe not now, maybe a few more years. Or he could give much faster than the Aksara wanted. If He does not grant the groan of his prayer, Aksara is sure, believing, He will replace it with a much better one beyond the prayer that the Aksara proposes in between his days. Maybe not like his pronunciation, it could be like what he has been wanting all this time.

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"Honey loh jeng, his son has almost four heads not married yet."

"Yes loh. I'm handsome, have my own company, good anyway. Less what try?"

"Yes less wife is jeng.. hihihi..."

"hahahha.." cut it.

Mammak-mamak cetarbahana was cool talking about their superior child.

Almost four heads, but not married yet. Where is the only child. What's the try in the way?

"Eh, jeng, you know..."

"What jeng?"

"Yes jeng, what?"

"Casualization..."

"The horrors are - yes"

"Sttt. The rumors later." Cut it, stick the index finger on the nose to the lips. Requirements for silence.

"Sttt..."

They pretended not to talk about it.

"I haven't loh jeng, yet" he said, switching the conversation.

"Iihhh... ahahah... strong dong jeeengg... how many rounds? uhhhhhh..."

"You pesen also dong jeng, let greng add..."

"Aahaha..." Laughing together, hearing the jokes of gossip mamaks.

Ms. Dinda, the half-abbrother who just mamak-mamak gosipin just felt offended. He knew that he was the subject of the women's gossip just now.

There was no regret on his face. Boro-boro was disappointed, apparently even looks proud of the arrogance that every day he flattered.

"Have ma'am?"

"Eh, Miss Dinda.. Tumben looks?"

"Yes this is ma'am, mba the new maid came home." The answer.

"Pst.. lie if you just go home, just wait, soon there will be a new mba who is a maid in her house."

"St... the guy is horrified later!"

"Why? I'm the denger loh. My cup is not budding even though I am old." Pissed up Dinda. "You want to go home, you want to change, it's none of your business, right? Who gave me my salary is not you. It also works in my house not in your house. How come you guys are sewot." I was upset that Dinda was defending herself.

"Iyuuuhhh jeng, kok even sewot. Mba-mba often moaned to us-we loh during his stay at work at home jeng Dinda." Evidently.

"Eh yes, you know..."

"Yes the Wulan is also a story-"

"Just before coming out yesterday Riri also confided in me...."

"yes he said............."

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