The Devil's Circle of Deception
Lisa's handbag necklace

In a empty space

anchored among the stars who refused to appear

A peerless loneliness every day feels the incision of pain in the soul

The spread of a heart that has been broken, broken to pieces without the rest of all the flowers that have passed

Depriving all happiness, adding to the wounds of self

...🔥🔥🔥...

Lisa's life is like the horn of death, day and night do not escape the pursuit of the devil. Lisa holds a prayer beads given by the Mbah. The necklace that he never took off even though it was edited by Transo. But the guard's necklace was not strong enough to withstand the science of the man who had the science of heresy. Today Lisa managed to get out of the ritual room running towards the kitchen while holding a knife.

“Even if it's a ghost, I'll keep holding the gun and kill it!” mumbling Lisa.

A few hours passed, after the situation seemed to calm down he went back to cooking. The child in the stomach is starving. After the rice and side dishes were cooked without waiting for Transo's presence, he devoured a plate full of food.

Lisa cleaned herself to change clothes, after which she resumed homework. Now he is gathering courage to re-enter Transo's ritual room. He prepared brooms and trash baskets to clean up and dispose of all the mystical equipment. One by one he threw away all the objects, up to a skull head that made his hands tremble. He had not had time to touch the head of the skull, from the eye he pulled out maggots and worms that wriggled. Lisa used a broom handle to get rid of it. The room was clean, black curtains replaced with white curtains patterned with colorful flowers.

When he finished, he closed the window and locked the door. It was late afternoon, Lisa was waiting for Transo's return in the living room. The sound of her husband's steps wearing familiar shoes, Lisa hurriedly opened the door so surprised to see him drunk. The shirt buttons opened, a pale face but laughing out loud looking at Lisa holding a bottle of booze.

He was unconscious in bed. Lisa closes the door again, she opens Transo's shoes and replaces her clothes. Lisa's eyes glared at the red lipstick mark right on the collar of the right shirt. The smell of wine, Transo occasionally opened his eyes shouting the name of another woman and then unconscious again.

Dream Transo.

The figure of the huge black shadow getting closer and longer, Transo crawled in fear avoiding. But still the black figure did not let go.

“I want a tumbal! Hand over your wife's fetus!” he said blaring.

“No, I will prepare another collision for you. Don't take my son! No!” shout Transo.

The anger of the jinn as a result of not inhaling anymore offerings on the table where the Transo ritual. The big black figure grinned, he really liked the bones of young babies for his food. Transo ran towards the deserted edge of the road.

“Transo!” shouted the black-eyed red genie figure.

The next day Transo woke up sooner than Lisa to perform the ritual of giving prospective fetal offerings from Laila's stomach. The woman who repeatedly asked him to be made a second wife told Transo about her pregnancy so that she could occupy the position of second wife.

“Why is my supply room empty?” transo Gumam.

He checked the trash basket behind the house, all his ritual items were inside there.