A drunken man with a ragged face, his hair was curly not neat and his lips were jet black due to the thousands of skirts * k kretek he sucked during his life. Two of his friends had long hair and were messy too. The three humans continued to drink the wine poured into a small shot and threw the water into and flowing through each throat while toast before the ritual began slowly.
I just kept quiet, staring at them behind the glass of my bedroom window, on the second floor of my tiny house. Not bored from before, I looked at the streets in front of my residence, which was filled with people who rejoiced with the gods of water that I had sold for several years as a major milestone in livelihoods. I live alone. I can decorate romance in dimly lit bord * l houses in the corner of the city. Cheap and without languishing.
In one corner of the street, I glanced at the two women whose faces were polished in such a way that it resembled a packet of candy covered in soil. The brown face was covered with powder. The two women had long hair, very straight like a broom stalk. The color of his hands and neck and legs are very different from the faces they are so proud of. Hotpants and tight t-shirts of the butterfly that night wrapped every curve of their bodies, which also convinced me that they were like a living candy package. Smeared with soil too, of course.
There were also two johns who opened their mouths wide. His laughter burst out laughing. I don't know what they're all talking about. I am confused. I saw the two men were very similar. I'm very sure they are twins. His nose is weird. Just like the guava fruit in front of my neighbor's house. Her lips together covered skirt * k with red coals at the end. His stomach is distended because my water is never absent in the stomach every weekend. His cheeks are stocky and round. Her hair is short and her ears are wide. The strokes are similar. Certainly many people find it difficult to find differences between the twins.
The light of the moon this time so gently kissed the free humans with their beautiful light. Stars twinkled, scattered and spread wide in the dark sky, increasing the luster of the beauty of the sky. The streets were still crowded, passing vehicles, noisy, noisy and noisy, crowded with drunks and female calls. The noise and noise of the vehicle really did not disturb my mind that traveled so far. It's far away for everyone, except for every thought. Yes, my mind wandered into the past, seven days ago precisely. For a moment I still hesitated and continued to weigh. Is it alright for me to do this?
