Xingsheng almost lunged at Astha as she thrust the silver dagger straight into Vina's gaping wound. However, the other six women held his efforts back. Surprisingly, Xingsheng's strength really doesn't match them, even though the Chinese actor has a fairly muscular body and often does weightlifting. "What did you do to her?" Xingsheng shouted angrily. The man's anger became more and more unbearable when Vina kept screaming in pain with her body limp, but for some reason it seemed as if she couldn't get up from her current position. "Stop it, you bunch of bastard!" Vina cursed loudly until her voice was hoarse. "Stop!" Astha, the woman with sharp narrow eyes, didn't pull the dagger she stuck into Vina's arm nor plunged deeper into it. She just left the dagger there, her hand raised to chest level, right above the girl from Siji's body. What she did was to prevent Vina from getting up from her current lying position, as well as to minimize the rebellion from the girl's body. Thus,
Her arm was still throbbing in pain. She was trying her best not to cry; she had never been hurt so seriously in her life. The worst she has ever had was a scratch, just a little scratch. However, what one of the Seven Beauties said just now seemed to stop the pain for an instant… only a moment, because a split second later the feeling hit her again. Like crashing waves crashing against rocks, then blown by the wind that comes so fast from the middle of the sea. Vina realized that people who dream wouldn't realize that they are dreaming… and cannot feel the pain from a wound. The girl froze as she grimaced, glancing at the seven women in front of her as well as Xingsheng who looked just as surprised as she was. The Chinese actor pinched himself and his expression twisted slightly and then froze, just like her. "What the hell are we going through right now?" Vina hissed at Xingsheng, between bewilderment and anger. She gritted her teeth as she bent slightly against the pain in her a
In the end, Vina did not fantasize that day. Instead, she immediately took her dirty clothes in the laundry basket and went to the well behind her house. She does not have a washing machine to be able to wash clothes automatically; at least she could not afford it just yet. Every time she had planned in the previous month to buy a washing machine, for some reason there was always another, more important plan in the next month. She couldn't blame anyone for that. After all, it was her own brain that had such plans. She used to think about buying a washing machine, but then finally decided that buying land and building a house was more important than that. Barely a year later, had her plan worked. Her house is small and simple, roomy enough for just two adults like Vina and her mother to live. However, she is a human; Vina sometimes has dreams of renovating her house to be even better. Fortunately, for her, she has a little common sense to prioritize work so that she earns more, so sh
"Vina, do you want to change your name?" the man asked her seductively. "Why do you look so displeased when I call you by your name?""Shut up!" Vina snapped. "I can't possibly change the name my mother gave me!"The man in front of her just smiled and then just walked away from in front of her.Vina Hansen sighed. She hopes to tell her readers that she is a realistic person even though she likes to fantasize. However, what was she supposed to say other than that her brain might have been damaged and she was having severe hallucinations? Maybe it is just a sad nightmare, maybe it's a reality that only exists in the minds of lunatics. Vina could almost imagine how the readers raised their eyebrows with disapproval expressions at her.They should know I am sighing by now, she thought.She really wants to type a status on her social media that she is not a good person who should take up the valuable time of her readers.Vina is a girl, twenty years and three months old, who had never act
She was a woman who looked so graceful. Her face was like the moonlight in the night: soft, beautiful and radiant. Her hair was jet black; even so, streaks of gray were clearly visible in her hair that hung down to her back. Her fingers were slender and smooth, her body was in a pale blue silk dress; she is like the image of a goddess in the past. When she turned around, a smile crossed her face. However, you could not help but see how sad her eyes seemed to be. A middle-aged man came up to her. His body is sturdy and the destiny of the life he lives makes his expression in such a way: flat, unreachable. However, when he saw his wife smiling, that face was no longer frozen. A smile now broke the violence on his face. This man, without saying anything, took the woman in his arms, caressing the back of the figure he loved so much. In the silence of the night, on a quiet hill and among the singing of the crickets that seemed to chime in rhythm, they were silent, hugging and enjoying t
“Is she really not at home?” Venus muttered to herself.The girl lives in Koba, Central Bangka, where everything feels so close to her. She had just returned from school, changed her clothes, and went straight to the kitchen. Today the event at her school was just doing community service. The worst part is, the sellers in the canteen seems like they just decided to take a break from selling together somehow. There was only one and the itinerant vendor didn't provide heavy food such as rice or something. Fortunately, this community service didn't reach midday.Even so, for some reason, Venus thinks eating at home is better, than eating at a tavern and wasting her pocket money. Moreover, she also believes that her stepmom is out. One of her friends claimed to see her stepmom riding in her friend's car. Whatever it is, Venus remains wary. She decided to just give up, even though she wasn't quite sure.Of course, giving up is a bad sign.“Ah, honey. What are you doing?”The voice was so sw
A few minutes later, after her lonely eating event which was as gloomy as the gray clouds, Venus is already in Tanjung Beach, not far from where she ate before. The girl sits on one of the fallen trees. Beside her, grew a few trees that she didn't know exactly what their name was. A breeze brings with its salty scent of sea water, lulling the mind of anyone who inhales it. The fishy smell of the sea can be faintly wafted from the murky shoreline.Venus turned her head and saw several people kneeling on the shore some distance from her. Three small children seemed to be chasing each other. Their laughter was carried along by the wind, even as they plunged into the rather murky water. Those on their knees seemed to be digging for sand and occasionally stuffing things into containers such as plastic bags or jars. Venus guessed they were looking for mussels. One of them turned to look at her. The woman seemed to grin. It's hard to see the details of a person's face at that distance.Venus
Venus is still there when the sky began to turn orange. She no longer cried. The object she is still holding had given its own strength to her. It was only a photograph, but Venus always learned many things from it as if her mother's soul live there, always there whenever Venus needs. Suddenly a voice startled her. The attention of the girl was momentarily diverted. She tilted her head to listen more closely. It was very clear that the girl's hearing wasn't wrong. However, she wasn't sure. The sound was like the sound of something spinning. Venus kept looking back and forth then found something behind her.The girl looked down; maybe a little too narrowed eyes.From among the deciduous shrubs, a spiral black color appeared. The object continued to spin with a very slow hum. Venus blinked, trying to understand what she was seeing. Venus tilted her head slightly. She would be ashamed of herself if that thing suddenly decided to attack her nose.Venus turned around while putting her moth