SAWMILL
66.WHOOP KOK GINI
I don't care about Solikin who is suddenly in front of me, I don't care if he's real or just unseen!
I'm sure the one in the living room was just a man or a job of someone who didn't like me. And for sure after I pee that guy will disappear from the living room!
Anyway I have to pee first to the bathroom!
I left Mr. Solikin sitting in the living room, smiling as if he was scaring me with his crazy smile.
I opened the bathroom door that was always closed….
This dim and rather dark bathroom seemed to be the most delicious place, because I was finally able to release the urine that had accumulated in the bladder!
when I'll get the water in the tub…..
“Lho is empty!..”
Why does the water in this bathtub stay a few centimeters from the bottom of the bathtub?
Was Burhan here last night so that the water in this bathtub was empty, or was there a leak in this bathtub?
Tomorrow morning I tell burhan to see if there is a leak in the bottom of the bathtub, let it be patched with cement tomorrow.
I hurried to the living room again to meet Mr. Solikin who was in the living room….
But it turns out that this living room is empty no one. Silence is quiet in the living room, except for petromak lights that are still brightly lit.
“That's what I expected. That's not really Solikin sir!”
As soon as my hair stood up….
Who else is suddenly in the living room and suddenly suddenly disappeared instantly if not a subtle creature!
I don't care anymore about ghosts and the like, I immediately entered the room and tried not to care anymore about the ones here.
I sat on the edge of the bed because of the drowsiness that had disappeared completely.
Actually what is the purpose of the occult that resembles Solikin sir, frankly I had thought he was really Mr. Solikin.
I had thought he had a key to the door of this house before, but after he suddenly disappeared without a trace, I became sure that he was really not Solikin.
I better wake up Burhan alone.
“Mas Burhan..
“Mas…. Mas Burhan's..”.
There was no answer from inside Burhan's room, nor was there a sound of people snoring inside him….
Silence was nothing in Burhan's room when I forced myself to stick my ear on Burhan's door.
“This room is empty!....”
“Where Burhan...?”
“Is he now out of the house?”
“Is he with Solikin outside the house?”
“But what's that fast they both go?”
Fear begins to travel through the body….
I began to feel that I was alone again in a house that suddenly felt terrible .
But not papa even though alone, petromak lamp and room lights remain on.
I went back to my room….
I shed my body and I began to force myself to sleep and sleep. I try to close my eyes as much as possible.
“Jangkreeeeek.... can not sleep at all, asyuuu!”.
Even now there is pressure from the stomach to the large disposal area that is very felt.
The pressure in the stomach that slowly land began to threaten me….
I hold on, the more sweaty my body gets and the tighter the pressure gets.
“Saiki mules instead c*k!”
I looked for a crackle bag where I had a large mineral water bottle with me, but I could not find it at all.
I'm looking for another alternative by bagging a stone…
The blackish-gray stone had already entered my shorts….
One minute, up to five minutes I can still survive with a mules stomach state, but the minute after that there is no more power to hold.
No crackle bag, no water in the bathroom, toilet can not be used then…..
“Now I also have to go to the browser...!”.
No fear, no goosebumps, no thoughts of ghosts.
I took the little flashlight and the keys to that many houses….
After locking the door of the house and then the gate, without fear I ran small towards the riverbank under the big banyan tree!
Flashlight rays swayed to follow my path, until I arrived at the riverbank latrine.
I sat in a magic box that had a lot of merit for the people who were in the sawmills.
the flashlight was turned off to save battery life, fortunately now the moon is shining brightly with no clouds at all.
I focused my mind to be fully concentrated…..
…tap..tap....tap.... crackle....kresek…
Janc**k the sound of footsteps, the sound of footsteps stepping on dry leaves scattered under the banyan tree.
Who's that walking gini night……
If you don't listen, the sound of footsteps comes from the village next to the river to the sawmill house!...
My heart was pounding hard, and I was trying to endure the pressure in my stomach to not come out first, I didn't want the walking person to hear the strange noise I was making!
Or even smell the ouhai that I plan to bring out this….
But suddenly those footsteps stopped in front of the sidelines this time….
There was someone standing in front of the latrine where I was squatting and holding with all my might the pressure from inside the stomach that was continuously pressing with his sadism.
Cold sweat began to wet my head up to my face.The taste of mules that are very pressing on the stomach is becoming more and more so!.
I tried to hold my strength so that what would come out of my stomach can be delayed by a few minutes until the sound of footsteps was getting away.
Until second by second there was no sound of footsteps, there was only my heartbeat and sweat droplets in the water.
But fortunately not long after that the people around this latrine began to walk again….
The person standing in front of this magic box stepped towards the sawhouse, I could hear step by step getting away.
Now it's time for me to take it out slowly with complete calmness and without any sound what from earlier pressing the stomach…..
Slowly I loosened my anal muscles, then slowly I allowed what was in my stomach to come out with a rope and swim in the darkness of the night.
EEEEEEGGHH…..BRRRRHHHTTTTTSSSHH.
Kreeeeeeeeek. suarane asyuuuu!
I was confused, the sound came out so loud, I had to get out of here or the guy would come back looking for me.
Right too.The sound of footsteps suddenly stopped…
But the sound of those footsteps just stopped….
No sound of footsteps approaching or the sound of footsteps moving away…
Just stop it….
“S..WHO IS IT!...” shouted a voice that was likely the person who was in front of me
The voice was not familiar to me at all, it was foreign to my ears, even the accent did not seem to be from this area.
Who is he, and what is being done around here…..
I remained squatting on the wood that was made to cross over some of the supporting wood.I would obviously die of lice when that person came to this latrine.
I could only remain silent without daring to move at all…
But not long after I heard the sound of half-footed footsteps running from the village next to the river to the sawmill house.
“Sorry Mas, there was someone left at home..