Mysterious Gus
#13. The laszlo?
The figure of the black-robed man stood before the other man who was sitting limp. Dressed all in black, standing towering with a gallant body.
Scary.
A word that greatly represented the figure of the black-robed man. The sinister atmosphere increased when there was only a light so dim that accompanied them.
"Mrs. Arnold. Right?" The man started to open his voice in a slow but very intimidating tone.
"Let go! I'm mistaken. Forgive me!"
The black-robed man smiled sinisterly from behind his hood.
"Unfortunately there's no 'sorry' in my dictionary. Are you ready, Mr Arnold?" The black-robed man pulled out a rusty blunt dagger from his pocket and stood in front of a man named Mr. Arnold, who begged for mercy.
"Ck, it turns out like this is the face that wants to eliminate me," he decreed and m*n*ay*t Mr. Arnold's cheek with pe**n and d*lam.
"Akhh. I-I'm mo-please, let me-shank me,"
"You're like a dog, Mr. Arnold. Always barking incessantly asking to be taken. But when you were taken you were still barking to be released. Scaly once," the circus cloaked man then turned to take be*ang, complete with jar*mnya.
"W-what do you want to do?"
"Of course, to make that useless biting of your mouth" he replied casually and began to bitter on the lips.
The heartless black-robed man*su*him jar*mnya on the lower lip of Mr. Arnold with pe*an and then* strong certificate.
"Akh!! Hen-stop!!"
"How can I quit this fun game?" Kekehnya while men* jar*m it to sew to the upper lip.
A sreet!!!
"DOL!!! EM--SMPTURE!!" Mr. Arnold kept telling me as his lips were**hit perfectly. Blood began to seep from his face.
"What's? Humped it? I don't really hear you, An*ing. But if you do ask to be knocked down, then I'll gladly throw you out,"
The cloaked man*tightly* the collar Mr. Arnold was wearing and said** upwards. Making his body float and his legs kick in the wind.
"MM!!!"
"It's very noisy," muttered the man in black clothes scratching his ear.
The man in black robes immediately*mp*skan Mr. Arnold until his eyes tertus*k pointed iron in the corner of the room.
BLAAM!!
BUGH!!!
CRIING!!!
To the wall, the body crashed*s, the eyes were drawn*uk pointed iron. The man's situation is truly. Plus d*rah also came out of his left eye.
"Woah!! Turns out I'm great too. Isn't that right, Mr Arnold?" Asked the cruel robed man to approach Mr. Arnold who was already helpless again.
"Why don't you answer? You're challenging me?" It was because I got no answer.
"Ah, yes, I forgot. All right, I'll open the jahi,"
NAH!!
NAH!!
THE SREEEEETTT!!!
Without conscience, he***n Mr. Arnold's lips until more and more dany*k d*ah flowing.
Even je*itan kesa*itan Mr. Arnold ignored it. It was precisely for him that Je*itan was a beautiful song for him.
From the face, he turns on the hand. Memo*ong his fingers up to the same pan*nya with the thumb. Enter the elbow of the man until tem*us, as well as the ka*inya section.
The man who as a victim can only men*erit resigned. He can't do anything anymore. Death awaits him. He only hoped that death would quickly pick him up rather than have to be diss*sa inhumane.
"I'm curious about the contents of your stomach that are like this ball," muttered the man in black robes and without further ado instantly*toward the pe*ut with a cel*rit tum*ul which also said.
Again and again, Mr. Arnold was just resigned. He forgot, he would not die before his heart was*bil by this human-like demon before him. That's because he had been*tikkan something before disis*sa menges"askan as it is today.
"Ugh, your intestines are long, small, smelly, and of course a lot of your poop," said the black-robed man, adding*usurik* Mr. Arnold came out and said.
"Your hull is huge. You've eaten, haven't you?" He muttered again while recalling the lam*sa pa*ung from his place and then*had it until han*ur.
Mr. Arnold could only bert*riak s*kit with a gasping breath. "Lord, take me from this demon!!" His mind screamed.
"Yeuh, your heart is black. You smoker? Or are you a sinful human being?" Once again murmured harshly while confirming suk-nu*uk h*ti Mr. Arnold.
"You're no more sinful, Devil Man,"
"Don't beat! Just tell me if you want to say it. Surely you'll say that I'm more sinful than you. I'm aware of that. But I like it as long as you know," he said while coolly reading*hat is*pe*ut Mr. Arnold.
"You play with ja*ang a lot, don't you? If I po*ong pus*k* you that, how, well?"
Mr. Arnold shook his head loudly. Unimaginable how painful it would be if this Demon Man before him tortured the pus*k*nya.
"Ck, so expensive sell you, Arnold," he decreed and began to do the action bej*tnya with pus*k* Mr. Arnold.
"I'm tired. Goodbye bye!" Say the black-robed man and vouch for Mr. Arnold's heart until the poor man is lifeless for a moment.
The room was suddenly bright. Even very bright. There is a lot of fresh da*ah everywhere. The smell of an*ir dominated the room like hell
"Ugh, what a beautiful work I am," he muttered with a satisfied smile as he looked at the lifeless Mr. Arnold again.
"Ah, ****!! I played too long" he said, looking at the clock and into one of the rooms with a white paint door. But full of spotting da*ah on that door.
There was a sound of water coming from the room. It was a sign that it was a bathroom and the man was taking a bath.
"It turns out I'm very handsome. Sure do. Because I'm Laszlo,"
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"Crazy!!! It's really cool for people. Man, that's what we're saying, '" Dylan said with an expression of pity and fear.
"The world is cruel, bro!" Yusuf Reply.
"Yes, but I don't have that feeling, you know. I-"
"What feeling?" The question came out of the mouth of Farel who had just come and immediately sat beside Afnan while plucking the martabak on the table.
"Greetings!" Tegur Afnan made Farel nod.
"Assalamu'alaikum,"
"Wa'alaikumussalam,"
"Who?" Ask Farel again. Himself curious.
"That's loh. There's the latest news. Baruuu. Do you know Mr Arnold who is rich? He was found in front of the house in a very serious state of death. I really saw it. I don't have feelings, does that make him feel like that?" Oceh Dylan's.
Farel only nodded once with a thud. He was too cool to eat martabak.
"Laper what doyan lo? Direct ludes, huh?!" Furious Dylan.
"Laper, man,"
"Ck, same, anyway. Heavy food, cake. There's no time?"
"There are instant noodles, lots of them in the kitchen," replied another man who also gathered at GREXDA headquarters.
"Woy cooking!! Which cook, huh?!"
"Maan?!" Reply to the man who felt like a cook at the headquarters.
"Masakin. Laper, nih, Yar," Dylan asked the man called Yar.
Yar aka Akhyar, the man snorted but still walked towards the headquarters kitchen.
"WHO, THEN, IS MO EATING?" Shouted Akhyar from the kitchen.
"WE'RE ALL!!" Dylan.
"DAH'S BUSH!! HELP ME!! DON'T YOU FEEL GOOD, DAD?!"
"Bantuin!" Tell Farel to glance at Dylan, make Dylan inevitably have to cook.
***
"Thank God, Dylan is full" said Dylan wiping his full stomach.
Heeugg!!!
"DYLAN SLOB, ANJIR!!" Akhyar shouted at Dylan's head because the man burped very strongly. Among them all, Akhyar is a man who prioritizes politeness and cleanliness.
Dylan chuckled happily at the sight of his friend being annoyed, "Launt release. So clean of you,"
"Gue is clean if you want to know,"
"I don't want to know, unfortunately,"
"DylanJing!" Kesal Akhyar's.
The voice call from Farel's phone distracted all of them. Farel took the call.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Where's brother?" That is Hutama.
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Headquarters,"
"Go home, yeah, Bang?! Bring another RANDA too. Nginep at home. Umma asked for. Tomorrow we will go to Bandung. Grandpa Grandma's look alike out for a walk,"
"Yes, in a minute,"
"Be careful you guys. Assalamu'alaikum,"
"Wa'alaikumussalam,"
"Why?" Afnan asked curious because he had heard the name RANDA earlier.
"Take home,"
"Who?"
"WHEELS,"
"Lohs?! We're giningep at your house?"
"Hm,"
"Woah, I'm kuy!" Dylan's voice moved from his seat.
"It's very exciting. I'd like to see Lea for sure,"
Dylan pointed at his pepsodent smile. "It's ta'aruf's luck,"
"Lo much style is very. Face kayak pot gosong aja seneng,"
"Sirik aja lo. I'm good-looking like Manurios,"
"Curtain, dream,"
"Dream first after waking up new nyesel," the cynical Afnan who made them laugh.
"Lo, anyway, if you're talking about a little bit of nyelekit, yeah?!"
"Bodos. Lo, like Fisha, Rel?" Afnan asked, getting closer to Farel.
"No,"
"But what, you want to defend Zico? I didn't know you invited him" Afnan wondered.
"Not intentionally met,"
Dylan narrowed his eyes and drew closer to Farel's face which instantly got a punch on his forehead.
"Astaghfirullah. How many times have I been a victim?!"
"Back home!" Said Farel got up while wearing his jacket without caring about Dylan who was still grumbling.
"Just headquarters! Call us if there's anything!" Afnan Message.
"Shyap!!"
"Assalamu'alaikum," said his fifth and immediately came out without waiting for a reply.
***
The streets were so quiet at half-three in the morning today. Of course, because almost all humans are resting on their mattresses.
A man standing in the middle of the street made them stop abruptly. The tall man in black robes that covered his head. Not forgetting the mask half of his face. Very creepy.
"Sorry, Sir. We want to pass. Can you give me a way?" Ask Adam politely.
The man nodded and smiled faintly. They could all see a smile that was like the devil's smile. Because their motor lights are so bright.
"Be careful-Laszlo!" His words then disappeared just like that after causing a thick smoke.
"What did he say? The laszlo? Who tuh? He said that, woy!! Crazy one!!" Shocked Dylan.
"It's not clear" Farel and Afnan commented.
"Udah, ah, let's go again! Ntar awaited," said Adam who made them immediately return to bring the speed of the bike.
"Laszlo?"
Tbc...
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