Accompany Me to Die
A Real Dream

"It seems you don't need to know who is the opponent of dukun!" Hardcore gave a warning to Nayla, her face turned serious.

Nayla frowned in surprise, "Why? It's natural that I have it, this is a deliberate crime or indeed a regular fight duel. He's my patient Hardcore, I'm natural!"

"Hhm, yes. But I don't like the way he looks at you. No respect! Moreover, the Sundari make eneg see it!"

"Well, you're weird. How can you say that? Don't-don't you .. jealous of shamans, huh?"

Stare stare dislike Nayla's words. "Ccck, that's not the problem! The shaman was fighting with a rival man from the next village! That guy ran into the woods there, I heard stories from people."

"Ooh, why do you keep banning me from going to shaman mas?"

"I'm just worried, you're hurt." she replied softly, Tegar let out a heavy sigh. He approached Nayla and rubbed the doctor's delicate cheek.

"I care about you and I love you too." 

Nayla blinked in disbelief at Hardcore's sentence, but she had not had time to ask that Hardcore's soft lips had landed on her cheek. A sudden kiss that froze Nayla's world instantly. 

He whispered to Nayla, "Sorry,"

The exotic young man smiled before leaving Nayla who was astonished by her attitude. Hardcore's words were too ambiguous and even made her curious.

"What is it, afraid of me why why? Doesn't it have anything to do with me being the same shaman? Continue what to do try the same who beat the shaman. It's weird!" Nayla felt her cheeks for a moment, then looked at the back of Tegar who disappeared into the hospital room mbok Dar.

"Mbak Nayla, I want to go home to the shaman's mas. Want to take a change of clothes for him, today I do not help you first at home. Take care of Joko's shaman!" said Sundari while blushing in shame.

"Hmmm, yes mbak Sundari ... remember this clinic is not your own room!" Nayla reminded because clearly Sundari's brain is only around the groin.

Sundari nodded and left with another citizen on a motorcycle. Nayla stared at the weak body of the shaman who was now sound asleep. The Son Doctor had already returned to his room and was busy with piles of papers.

 Patients deserted today, Nayla's plan to visit Bu Mirah's house was canceled. Budi reported in a short message if he and his partner were already there. Budi also had time to ask the situation and conditions that were quite horrendous to the village that morning. Nayla replied briefly to Budi's message and sat down on a long bench near a simple park within the clinic.

The wind made Nayla feel comfortable. "A strange village, what really happened? Death of people in the same way. Loved the strange creatures that glare, birds of love, strange dreams ... everything is strange," Nayla sighed heavily. "Seekly my life may be."

"Drink?" 

A bottle of isotonic brand one of the products outstretched in front of Nayla. The young doctor turned to the giver, a beautiful, shoulder-length woman with a unique pair of antiques. The woman smiled at Nayla. The fragrance of the flower perfume that pierced her nose was enough to make Nayla disturbed.

"Thank you" Nayla drank it, enough to relieve thirst during the blistering day.

"Bad days?"

"Not really," 

Nayla closed the bottle and turned to the woman who was sitting and looked at the garden quietly. From her face the woman was probably around thirty years old. The clothes worn were also quite good for the size of the village people. More like an office worker.

"Whose mother, I just saw my face. Not a citizen here?"

The woman smiled, and looked at Nayla. The young doctor gasped, he had seen those eyes but where. Nayla feels like she knows him but who and when he forgets.

"Yes, consider it. I'm a newcomer."

"Oh, pantesans. I'm sorry have we ever met or met?"

Again the woman smiled, "Maybe, I don't know."

They went back into silence for a moment before the woman said again, "Look, this village used to be so comfortable and peaceful, peaceful and respectful to each other. But since the arrival of Wak Dadan's third wife, everything's been a mess."

"If she had never been appointed as the third wife, if Wak Dadan did not intend to marry Arini's doctor everything would have been safe."

"What do you mean, I don't understand?"

The woman smiled back at Nayla, "You don't need to understand. You just need to find out who this fear spreader is."

The woman stood up and left Nayla, "What a name mbak, we haven't met yet!" scream Nayla.

The woman turned around and glanced, "My name is Manda, we'll see you again!" he said by waving his hand.

"Manda's? Who's she?" Nayla took her drink again and looked at the woman. "Truly a strange village, a strange morning and also a strange destiny!"

One picture message went to Nayla's phone. His eyes widened when staring at the photo that Budi just sent with the caption.

[The prediction of Beloved is true, not one but two corpses!]

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In another place, a woman and three men dressed in all black gathered in a house. The woman came with a wrathful face, "Stupid! usually you guys fail to kill that pervert shaman!

The three black-clothed men, looked down. The woman in sexy clothes stared one by one. "Aren't you guys using brains, huh! I told you not to leave a trace and not let anyone know about this!"

"I'm sorry, but we've been trying to do it in secret, it's just that Rohman's got us in action!"

"Dropped! That's your name, you're not careful! Why don't you kill Rohman and let there be no witnesses!" the woman again shouted, miraculously none of them dared to refute.

"What's this?" another tall man walked in, staring at the woman and the three men who were looking down.

"You find where they are, huh! No crap about his job!" the woman grumbled.

"No need to be angry, if you are angry make me nap-su you know?!" sahut the man while lifting the woman's chin and kiss her gently.

They kissed hot without caring about the three men in front of him. Even the woman began to sigh and wriggle the heat with the touch of a tall man who clutched her sensual.

"Udah, go on later!" the woman stopped the naughty action of the sipria.

Although the man was upset his action was stopped but he obeyed the desire of the woman who was still in his arms.

"I assume you failed, but your task is not done! The Shaman must still be killed! If not, then our plans will all fail! Mbah Anto can kill us all, you know!"

The three men nodded then rushed away leaving behind a pair of different types of humans who returned to perform their wild actions.

"Have you seen the condition of the shaman mas?" ask the man on the sidelines of their wild kiss.

"Udah, just calm down. Tonight I'll make sure he dies! Even if it's not tonight I can kill him tomorrow."

"Good, revenge ndoro princess we must finish!" the man again landed a kiss on the neckline of a sexy woman whose front furniture is amazingly alluring.

"Don't say her name! I don't like it, because of him I canceled Dapetin Tegar!"

"Sssst, it's ... diem! I can't stand this, see the one below has been protesting from here!"

The woman glanced down at the man's lower body, she giggled and they re-engaged in the heat struggle. De-sahan and yelling pleasure are both heard to come out of the house in the middle of the Pine forest.