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Zepp Chompu
"Chompu contest! horse racing!" confusedly, Zepp's assistant almost threw his cellphone to the ground. He called his friend to help him call his boss. But his friend didn't dare to."Who knows he's in a good mood now ..so he can answer your phone ..so ..why don't you just call him ?" "To his cell phone or home? ""Which one..? He got lots of houses""Ugh .. I don't know.." he was scratching his head as he was getting more confused ."Who knows when he's in a good mood, he answer your phone" " Time is up .. we just wait for nothing ""What is chompu by the way?"" Lovely person with nice personality " ." I see. You intend to organize a contest for that ?".He just smiled and didn't say anything more as he hasn't found a solution for his problem to contact his boss.Finally he got an idea to call Mrs Merida .So she can convey their messages through her. "What if if I just call Mrs. Merida.. I have her number.She can convey my message to him " ." Bad idea.lt's inappropriate."Sti
Zepp Zanitha or Falviana
They both are such magical women for Zepp. Nature, ghostly in a mean of how they impact his mind. It was not a taboo to fancy how they might suckle their babies as they were both unmarried.It was such an exultant fantasy.They were the main definition of empyrean unsullied and fantastic figures related to where they connected to and from .Their differences and similarities were blending of aspersion, warmonger and inviolation.For all that ,he believed that his ceremonious nature could be wedded as a prescience phase.One of the two women represent the suppressed desires of the lower class for wealth, position, honor and sense of conquering.It could fit in his chivalrous feeling.He realized that not only both of them but also himself almost at the peak ,even not at the utmost perfect ion got all that mild but powerful fascination, observing, adventure,misfortune, and a perdition. Naturally, the recognition was point full in their realities that are showing the fact that each of
Zepp A Long Ago Yesteryears
It was long decades ago when Mahalia ,the young girl who later be destined as Zepp ' mother whom he even did not know the face and left him in the dark midnight.. witnessed by his father who did not prevent her to go..That fragment was part of his breaths.*The footsteps rhythmically tapped on the mute hard floor. Heavy footsteps with thick muddy boots. Slowly but surely. Closer to the floor where Mahalia was on. The room was locked and the key was hanging in the door lock. The old rusty key was heavy and hard to turn open or close. “…Is it true that the door is already locked?” she began to doubt .She wished the morning was coming soon bringing the brightness and the house was crowded again as everyone came to protects her then driving away the man with shoes made of heavy heels rubber which sounded full of mud.She hoped that morning will come soon and the sky will light up the sun as bright as it could be then spreading the singing birds on the high sky so that the atmosphere
Zepp Half Rotten Fruit
Hex leaned against the sofa and lit another cigarette. The thirty-second cigarette of the day. He was exhaling the smoke until it filled the air, which slightly suffocated him but he enjoyed it.Staring at the tv screen with a blank mind then he wondered why do people like watching movies so much? he thought and then he answered himself, while rounding the shape of the cigarette smoke with the shape of the corner of his mouth.People love to watch movies because the characters in the movie are depicted in only an hour or two.. Highlighting everything that is important and interesting.Movies are not like the humdrum everyday life .Then remembered his plebeian friend, Falla, who was so proud of having a new cellphone." Guess how much is this " she said .Hex said a price guess randomly "Oh no, "she said." It's 2000 dollars you know." She said then showing off to the the phone to the hotel receptionist and bringing her electronic translator to talk to her .She didn't care when H
Zepp Mother's Love
What a name! Zepp exclaimed in his heart. He wanted to meet in person with the yoga trainer and therapist with the name. The yoga trainer name' s Zanitha. Something like a weird of being challenged crept inside him unexpectedly .What the heck is her face and figure?But he couldn't possibly ask that himself to her secretary or her vice or anyone. He called the contact person. Damnit! The secretary told him that Zanitha is not in .She is abroad for a couple of months.Ok ... still a lot of backup . Falviana. wow, this name is as great as the previous one. Definitely sound beautiful, elegant and so on. Damn again. This one can't even be contacted. The contact person number is constantly busy until he gets bored himself.in the end he felt ridiculous..Norine...Eletha..Galene.. who are they? what's so special about them?Aren't they just women looking for a career and money like most? What can he expect? suddenly he was tired , sad then he put his shoulders on the steering wheel and hid
Zepp The Dripping Blood
The blood dripped down his forehead. Cold, red and thick. He touched it .lt didn't stream like flood but he was injured.Someone did that. A dagger? or bare handed? Didn't know. but he collided into a cold and and rough surface wall.The fishy smelling blood was running down his neck.It was sickening.His father stood up straigthtly and shouted in a very angry and powerful voice 'Stop! .."He woke up perspiring.The creepy crow of cock could be heard slowly entering his musty room.Zepp was laying down glaring at the ceiling.His racing thoughts ran after him in many faces .Things he went through in the prison and inmates .His freak cousin Axel who came up to his office without saying anything .The uncontactable yoga trainers whose faces were unseen.And the scarry story about a notorious evil ...who got tantamount problem with his matriarchal mother and formed his character..From Crime lnvestigation.*By all appearances, Edmund was a well-adjusted young man. He was always polite
Zepp The Spirit
The goddess ' s name is Alsava.She was crowned with dry leaves and wild flowers was in a wide green grassy field . Little butterflies flying low to play with her. She smiled and touched them .She wanted to remember something when she was alive.Her wish was to see the work of the angels who determine the fate of the world.They must have saved the thick books of the preset human life and death .Those peerless angels must have been working and kept the file on a locked drawers and shelves.She fully trust in the desole arbiter of God and the angels are the officers and crews of the great and secretive forces .They have been working ceaselessly from the beginning of time till the end.The angels are never prolix some in their jobs.Supposedly somewhat refractive. Are they dewy eyed cause of the holiness ?They might be groundless as they have wings which flying faster than light speed!They are such commendable creatures.Alsava wants to know why she had a mother who was so strange
Zepp Long Gone Days
"Look at the cloudy days but people still carry out their activities."" Yes ...we have a lot of grey days at this time of year. Spring will be here soon.""Nice shot ..l like the Painting.. Yes.. I should try to paint again that's my local park...Another picture of Eastern Passage ..just down the road from where I live.""I love your little bee. It's incredible ...So beautiful ..very nice".Smilingly, Zepp concluded that for some time he lost consciousness .The past experiences had such physical effects on him . Sweating or wanting to punch and throw something or someone. Nightmares or scattered dreams at night and even at daytime.He just put his cellphone into his pocket and had just a talk with someone, but he forgot with whom he talked to.It was a female voice but where was the resource of developing the chat and maintaining in the memory ,who would talk about painting..what was it all about?No matter how hard he tried to remember , nothing could help to increase the w