Mikail folding light rain, then put it in bundles to defaults. He was about to depart, but the memergokiku that are being watched. Instantly I'm aware of have been at the wrong place.
"Hi! You are stealing from buntalanku? "
I should quickly disappear from this place. I turned around and started running, rotate the brain, think of a place that should be targeted.
"Don't run! You! "he said was full of anger.
Step my feet get very heavy.
Sound objects fall, maybe it's a billboard located at the right side of the road behind me. This heart becomes turbulent. I glanced at a narrow alleyway on the left, but my feet are really already fixated on Earth. I have never met an Angel before. Now he has stolen from menuduhku buntalannya. It seems I need a lawyer.
Clearly visible sadness in the face of Michael when he sits berselonjor walk on the sidewalk. A variety of vehicles and pedestrians passed by, and they are not the least bit turned toward us. In this town you only need to care about yourself.
Sounds a loud honk of a car sedan that looks like being very rushed. In front of a man headed down from a dark-colored car. He crouched before him who tyre deflated look, then cursing out loud. The cars behind him began to line up in series while honking sahut-menyahut. Grizzled man was pointing toward a deflated tire. While on the right the cars creeping slowly, also makes the car sedan that doesn't have room for a car that is being preempted strike.
"You sure you don't steal from buntalanku?" Michael was back asking for the same thing.
"I'm just a traveler in the city. Why must I stole from the bundles an Angel? "I asked back.
I saw Michael Mercurial mien. And it does not belong to human beings. Assume that passed ply little noticed streaks across his face, they would instantly realize there are angels here.
"So who has taken from the buntalanku?"
"You have lost something very important?"
"I'm losing hundreds of rain every day."
"So it's overcast fold alasanmu last?"
That sounds just the roar of the car and the sequence of the Horn.
"I think you just like a child, Michael."
Michael was staring back at me. I want to revoke my own.
"Do you mean?"
Grizzled men were trying to install the Jack to the front tire deflated us. The driver of the sedan behind it came down from the car, then merapal the various types of scorn. Kedongkolan is clearly visible in the look. Then he took his cell phone from his pocket a White collared shirt and Red lis the same in the arms and shoulders.
"This city has long suffered from the drought. See the roadside plants in it! Listen to her crying. Have you not a little compassion? You should not fold clouded. " Eventually I resolved be honest.
Michael looked down, I think he understands ucapanku had said.
"The problem is not as easy as that, young man. Due to the theft of the rain, there was an imbalance in the buntalanku. I'm afraid if this continues, then the atmosphere is becoming increasingly lame. And. .. "
Michael paras weird look.
"And?" I said, not impetuous.
"It could be a rainstorm will be devastated the city. Or even the drought will occur in a very long time. Even a cactus died. "
"Can't you fix the problem?"
Michael shook his head.
I tercekat. This will be very terrible.
"I figured we should soon find the thief rain."
Grizzled men were dragging a tire from the trunk of his car. " The driver behind her look grumpy on the phone. It looks like he lost a valuable opportunity. His left hand fixing collar shirt. And suddenly I realized one important thing. About thief from bundles of Michael.
"Michael, I seem to find the thief!"
"Sure we're on the right coordinate?" asked a man in uniform on the pilot of the helicopter they were travelling.
The pilot's nod. "Now it's your turn, Dude."
Uniformed men were pressing the valve opening the exhaust funnel. 1,000 kg of urea, sodium chloride, CaCl2 and fly out towards the cloud kumulus. The process of making rain began.
"Finish. We go home now, "said uniformed men it. "I have to attend my son's birthday. Why would I need to replace Rustam task today? I should have been home from yesteryear. "
"Wait, Dude. Soon you will meet your son. Think of the rain which descends as a birthday present for your son. "
The pilot brought the chopper that was heading to the base. Behind them, the clouds above began blackened.
Sound the lightning grabbed.
"You sure we didn't make a mistake last?" said pilots while looking backwards.
"Instead of you who ensure its own coordinate point?"
The man behind him even back asked. "But it should not seekstrem this," continued the man again while looking backwards.
Imaged clearly anxiety in both paras.
"Say! Tell me who he is, young man? " Michael mengguncang-guncang hands hard with my shoulder.
"Pain! Release! Don't just wear Angel power. " As if my shoulder bones cracking due to his grip.
She let go of my shoulder without guilt.
"I figured this was just a misunderstanding," ujarku as a mengusap-usap my shoulder still hurts.
"Don't joke, young man."
Grizzled men that restore the Jack onto the trunk of a car, sign the thing is done. Uniformed drivers behind her back sitting on the steering wheel. Tampangnya no sekusut last longer.
"This problem is very complicated, Michael. I figured you would not understand. "
"Just say it. Don't play me, young man. "
"My name is Orin," I introduce myself while thinking how to explain this issue on Michael.
It was greying man car started to leave the place. So for a sedan car in tow.
"You've heard the term, it tube baby Michael?" I said then. And second it anyway, I'm sorry I was thinking do not need a lawyer. Lightning and Thunder menyambar-nyambar small bundles held Michael.
The sedan driver uniforms of yesteryear's image POPs into my head. Just by mentioning one word, my problem is complete. Michael will definitely melepaskanku. But is this wise? How could I live after that?
Michael looked up at the sky, then yelling sekencang-kencangnya. I heard the sound of falling advertising boards and, later, the sound of an electric pole collapsed. And the sky turned darker. The storm has been raging. The lightning was like menyambar-nyambar the bundles carried Michael. I tried literally prostrated himself on the sidewalk.
"It was Michael! What is this? "I shouted looking for attention of the angels.
"There's the back stole from buntalanku," he said beavers.
"And you want to punish everyone?" I said in between sound objects falling and thunderstorms that craze. Only the rain never falls.
From far away I saw a black dots chased a whirl. That point became clear form a Dragonfly iron steel. The vortex that swallowed whatever took place.
Helicopters that compete with the storm behind him.
"Michael, I think you should help them." I turned to where the angels stand. Empty, no anyone there.
And a billboard fell on to my left. (*)
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