Pretty Psychopath
Replacing you

Sabrina seems not so happy with Fitri's return to Indonesia, he devised a plan so that Fitri could not return to Indonesia.

"If I can't go back to Indonesia it means Fitri can't either, I have to work out a plan" he said.

"Fit if you have arrived in Indonesia do not forget to stop by Java, please meet my mother and father. Tell me I'm okay! And here I am still raising money to redeem myself and take care of the cost back there" Dara said.

"God's Insha I will give you and your friends my greetings" Fitri said.

Fitri packed up his belongings and would soon go to the embassy to retrieve all his files.

"Are you sure Fit wants to go?" Ask Sabrina.

"Yes, my family must have missed my return" Fitri said.

"If you can't go back to what's going to happen?"

"You mean? Wh-wh"

Not yet had time to continue his words Sabrina had smothered Fitri's mouth with drugs.

Sabrina put Fitri's body in a gunny sack. The body of the poor woman was previously tied from hand to foot and her mouth was smothered with a towel and then put in a very thick burlap sack.

"Maybe you said I don't know myself, milk in tubal water. Whatever it is that matters I can replace you back in Indonesia. And take revenge for the treatment of the bad guys to me" Sabrina said with a sly smile typical of her.

He took off all his clothes and replaced them with Fitri's robe and veil.

"Damn! Ribet really become a Muslim woman who is very, very shady," he said upset.

Large, long and dark, wearing a very long headscarf and veil made it very difficult for Sabrina to walk and breathe.

After finishing from the embassy office, he took the file and then took care of the immigration office after that to the airport took about 10 hours. In the middle of the journey he saw a group of men with sturdy bodies and black eyes.

"Damn! Sure enough what Fitri said that these people will not be easy to release the captives," said Sabrina.

The men watched the women one by one.

"You ... Yes you take off your veil!" The Command of a Man.

Sabrina just shook her head without replying.

"You're mute?" Pushing hard until the woman fell.

"Hey you! Men don't know themselves! You were born from a woman's womb or g@y? It is very impolite to treat a woman," said an old woman.

"She's a Muslim woman who respects her, you're not her muhrim. If you're of another religion respect another's religion unless you're an atheist." Maki the woman.

"Thank you, ma'am" Sabrina said.

"Yes, equally. Introduce my name Rebecca Zen can you call Mother Zen," said the old woman.

"I ..."  Not yet had time to continue his words he was frightened by some men who passed by.

"Fitr? Your name is Fitri? A good name that means clean or holy" said Mother Zain.

"I am also Indonesian, I am from a long trip from Jerusalem to this city because my plane transit is problematic" he continued.

"Jerusalem?"

"Yes, just as you Muslims go to Mecca to worship so do we go to Jerusalem where our savior the Lord Jesus lived,"

"Jerusalem is the house of Jesus?"

"Yes, right. Like your religion Jerusalem is the birthplace of Jesus. Likewise with Mecca where the Prophet Muhammad was born, he was the messenger of Allah bringing the books to be conveyed to us his people," said Mother Zain.

"Even though our religion is different, look at our same goal of worshiping God, for that if there is someone who does not respect the religion of others I really do not like. Moreover, a Muslim who has some restrictions and rules that apply in his religion, a lot of people who complain between our people and the Muslim religion to break the rope of brotherhood." Further.

Sabrina was fed up with the middle-aged woman's words.

"Damn it! Even religious talk. What dream did I have last night get a spiritual talk, "his mind.

The plane awaited was finally taken off and Sabrina was relieved to be free from the babble of the old woman and especially from Choi's men.

"I was finally able to escape from them" he said happily.

Throwing the shirt away at the airport confidently, he shook his body through the room. He went to his house that he had left and looked unkempt, but the house was written 'House for sale' he was surprised.

"What sold? Is that true?"

"Miss Sabrina?"  said a skinny man.

"Yes, who is it?" his reply.

" I'm the keeper of this house, I have a message from Mr. Khairul if you are again told to convey this." Provide a small box containing the house key and home address.

"Cih, papa is now a mysterious pretender. No matter what else I no longer have a place to live," he said.

"Smart home type? This is also a cleaning tool can mengepel and nypu itself, why would papa prefer a house like this?" his inner.

The reason Khairul or Mr. Khai gave the house was because he knew that his daughter was very temperamental and like a starving zombie if it did not suit him then the people near him would he finish off.

This is the way that the hungry lion does not add to sin.

Sabrina still could not live quietly as long as she still had not avenged her enemies. He watches Denny's house from a distance and sees Askara, a young boy growing up.

"I've enjoyed it, has he also enjoyed every game I've ever played?" The devil's smile began to inflate the demonic omens in his soul had risen again.

Askara ternya already has a lover and buried all his past, Denny and his little family look so happy.

"Very annoying!"

"But it seems exciting to destroy a happy family slowly. Then pitted the sheep between the biological son, the adoptive and the foolish stepson hahahahah,"

Fitri was found dead in his room.

"This is what smells really pungent," said Dara.

"Why Dar?" Ask Alisa.

"Flame of carrion,"

"Most also the carcasses of mice or cats" said Alisa.

"Mending we just investigate so as not to be curious," said Dara.

"Come on,"

They also looked for the source of the smell, it turns out when they approached the source how surprised they saw the scene.

"What's this?" Ask Alisa.

"Let's just open it!" Dara asks Alisa to open a large pack of gunny sacks.

"Fitr?!" They were both half-dead shocked when they saw what was inside.

"Fielyttrrrriii...." The crying both broke.

"Who would do this Fitri?"

The people who were there immediately called the police and ambulance. The body of the young woman was eventually taken to hospital for an autopsy.

In the slums were all arguing over who had finished off Fitri. And they believe that the one who killed Fitri is the sad woman he helped some time ago.

"Who will take Fitri?" Ask someone.

"Maybe he helped some time ago," said Dara.

"That awful woman that the dog ate?" Ask Alisa.

"Who else would it be if not him? Fitri lives in the room with the woman. Where is he now?" ask a guy named Zack

"Where he is now he may be dead!" Dara.

"No, he was wearing a full Fitri shirt yesterday. Is it possible that he finished off Fitri in order to get Fitri's passport? She said she was from Indonesia too, right?" Ask Isabel.

"It could be her motivation like that" said Alisa.

"What if we find that passport and then if we don't find us, report the police?" Dara's Proposal.

"No way, you see the house is still given a police line. How do we find him?" Ask Alisa.

"Yes, let's get the police to look for him. If it is not found, it means that our guess is correct" Isabel said.

They went to the police and told them that Fitri's passport was missing.

"Sir, try to find the victim's passport. As far as we are concerned three days ago Fitri was scheduled to return to Indonesia" Dara told police in the country's language.

"Well we'll find out, if it's true we'll let you know" he replied.

And during a two-hour search of the 5x6-meter room they did not find it.

"Rightly you said if the passport and other data from the victim were not anywhere" the police said.

They immediately moved quickly to investigate Fitri data and it is true that three days ago there were reports of flights to Indonesia.

While the men have been killed, they also think that the killer has planned this all to get Fitri's personal data.

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