The Skewers House
Fire and Heart

Buuaaghhhh

Mas Adi fell to the ground. People in black don't get punches or kicks. They all have an immune science. In addition, their energy also felt doubled. Mas Adi lightly lifted and slammed.

"Suckers! How are we supposed to be Di?," Tarji swears overwhelmed. He was also the same as Mas Adi, lying on the ground with a face full of bruises.

"Don't shoot again, damn it! This fellow is under the influence of a guna," Mas Adi stood back up. He gripped the ground in his right hand.

Two men ran over to Mas Adi. His movements were strange, seen walking bent over with his hands clutching like a savage beast. That person also sounded growling, just like the sound of a tiger.

"Eat!," Mas Adi threw the ground on the face of the people who approached him. The two people who were approaching stopped for a moment, roaring2 in pain their eyes were exposed to dust and soil.

Mas Adi jumped, with all his might he swung his right leg.

Buuaagghh

Mas Adi's kick slammed into his opponent's chin until he fell down. But the second man managed to land a scratch on Mas Adi's face. Mas Adi took a few steps back, feeling the pain on the right cheek.

Tarji is knocked down and locked by two people at once. He was not wrinkled, only able to groan in pain as scratches after scratches hit his skin. Starting from the hands, feet and even the stomach. Now all over Tarji's body is full of scratches and incisions that are quite deep.

Tarji tried to break away, and succeeded. He gasps for breath. Tarji again reached for the gun embedded in his pants. Although Mas Adi had banned him from using a gun, he felt that there was no other choice. Tarji put his gun back on his opponent. One man ran up to Tarji. With a swift Tarji pulled the trigger.

DOORRRR

A shot that Tarji aimed right at his opponent's thigh. But really unexpected, even though it has been shot but in fact does not interfere with their movement at all. Those black-clothed people could be harmed yet they lost their pain.

Tarji was knocked down from the front, then thrown away. It's like Tarji's body is very light. Tarji slammed and fell to the ground hard. Unfortunately again the head of the back hit the rock that happened to be there. Tarji groaned in pain, rolling a roll holding his head.

The roof tiles of Madam Doto are the same, their big and sturdy bodies as if there is no use in front of people who are possessed. Every blow is always countered with a scratch. Although the blows of the roof tiles are able to knock teeth in one hit, but their opponents are creatures who do not know pain.

When everyone is overwhelmed by people who are possessed, residents around are seen coming carrying torches. Half ran they entered the courtyard of the house.

"Woi ono opo iki ono opo iki (What's this?)," Prapto shouted. Some residents, including Sumini, tried to help Tarji who groaned in pain holding his head.

"Prapto, look at the people's eyes all white," one of the residents pointed to a group of people who were possessed.

Prapto and the others turned their heads and noticed, it was true that the person before him had full white eyes.

"Don't worry, we'll face it together! They're only seven, we're ten men, right? We have more!," Prapto cried out covetously.

With complete confidence, Prapto advanced first. Prapto hit the stomach of one of the men in black. Because his opponent didn't seem to fight, Prapto thought they were scared. He was getting excited about swinging his fist.

For a while, Prapto finally realized, something strange. The punch he was throwing was as powerful as it had no effect.

Suddenly, Prapto clutched his shoulders and lifted high.

"Woe woe woe, down woe! Woe helpin' this," Prapto wriggled writhing like a hot worm.

Buugghhhh

Prapto was thrown and fell to the ground.

"Douhh biyung! Boyokku, hu hu (Oh, my back)," Prapto grimaced in pain.

The other residents then crowded around Prapto. They're all scared. Surprisingly, the possessed person also did not attempt to get close or attack. They just stood there, looking at the crowd. There was something that made them reluctant to attack.

Mas Adi realized the strange gelagat. He observed and thought, until he finally found a conjecture that he had to try to do.

"Heiii citizens! Throw your torch over here!," Mas Adi shouted at the terrified crowd while holding the torch.

Despite not recognizing who was shouting, Sumini verbally and reflexively threw her torch at Mas Adi. The torch fell not far from where Mas Adi was standing. Deftly Mas Adi took it.

"Gapain you Sum, your oborm why give a stranger? Who is he?" One of the residents asked Sumini.

"don't know. The cooking is handsome, it must be a good person," replied Sumini of origin.

Mas Adi ran up to the possessed person while swinging the torch in his hand. And just as Mas Adi expected, the person immediately dodged, growling. They are afraid of fire.

"Wooohhh fear fire luurr. Come on lur forward," shouted one of the residents when he saw Mas Adi managed to dispel his opponent.

The citizens who were afraid, finally now with the spirit of swinging the torch on people who are possessed. Now the situation turned around, people who had been immune to blows were now running around panting pontang.

As the courtyard of the house grew increasingly boisterous, on the second floor Prambudi growled furiously while staring at Citra with his savage eyes. Prambudi clutched his wife's neck who looked resigned.

"Do It," Citra said. She looked at her husband's face. The blue eyes that Citra had always longed for, had now turned into white eyes.

Prambudi constantly growls. Even his breath felt rough about Citra's face. The image placed his right palm on Prambudi's cheek.

"I'm sorry. I never knew how tortured you were. Maybe it's all because of me, if you didn't choose me then maybe you wouldn't have to do something like this. You once told me your mind had a simple little family. And it turns out that your wish is difficult to realize when you choose me," Citra looked at Prambudi's face with glassy eyes.

"You helped me when I was down and almost chose to end my life. You were always there for me, healing all the wounds and sorrows of that time. I'm always grateful to have met you, I know how difficult your struggle has been for me, and I've never been able to repay it. So now, if you ask for my life . . I would give it to you. Because without you, this life should have been lost a long time ago, "The image wept, gently rubbed her husband's cheek.

Unexpectedly, from Prambudi's white eyes fell a circle of tears. Perhaps his mind had been overpowered by another being, but his heart and feelings knew that before him, the one he was clutching his neck was Citra, a wife he loved so much.

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