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pocong teaser (Cute story)

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Burhan was waiting for the notification of his ojek application but did not immediately get a customer. He sangkal since the afternoon because morning until noon molor on the mattress. Please be advised, Burhan sangkal since the afternoon until shubuh, it was his defense when his mother was told to wake up early.

“Work is not intent so ask for a wedding” Every morning Mother always screams like that. “The windfall is in the morning, so early in the morning wake up activity, you even start to sleep. Do you know why bats sleep upside down? They are unnatural lives. Good thing you do not follow sleeping upside down.”

“I'm your son, Mom. Burhan is not kalong. Don't be equated dong..” Burhan defend himself.

“Yes so the child should recite what Mom said, do not argue mulu.” Sergey Burhan's.

“Okay, this mom is still. Yes Mak, yes..” reply Burhan.

“Iya yes never done” back Emak Burhan nagging.

“Ealah so the wrong child mulu.” Thought Burhan.

Only 1 customer he got this afternoon. Take home an employee who is 3 kilometers from the person's office to his home. Food he did not get. He is still waiting at the special base of the online motorcycle.

Usually Burhan is not alone, but today it seems like everyone is really busy. No one's leaving tonight. Sometimes at 11pm I think there is always a food order. There is also 2 in the morning.

This time the loneliness felt Burhan, if only this afternoon he got a lot of customers. Surely now he's going home instead of hanging out with no friends. No other driver alone. So if there is an order he gets himself without having to fight with his friend.

The streets look crowded, the name is also a city. Until dawn there are still vehicles passing by. But for Burhan still quiet no friends who used to hang out together. Sometimes there are other drivers who follow the base if this place is quiet driver.

“Mas, empty mas?” suddenly a young woman greeted Burhan.

Burhan is excited to get a young female customer. Beautiful and smooth white. Wearing a white tank top. Glutton.. Burhan gulped his saliva. The girl's tank top pokes on the chest. It's clumsy and confused. On the one hand he must be polite with customers, on the other hand his young passion is burning so that his eyes are not separated from the body of the young woman.

Burhan estimates this young, mature woman may be in her 30s. Less is more. She was 25 and this woman was probably 30. Not what is the name of love. Although different 5 years can still unite.

Burhan's nose smelled something. Hmm.. scented jasmine, this woman really made him excited to drive her to the destination. Or even take her to the pelaminan any Burhan would, hehe. Although the smell of jasmine perfume was a bit strange according to him. Maybe it attracted the perfume, Burhan thought.

Actually there is something that disturbs Burhan's heart, I don't know what it is. Burhan doesn't understand.

“Boss, Mbak” replied Burhan. “Where are you going, Mbak?” Ask Burhan.

“Cempaka Road, Mas” replied the young lady.

Burhan took the passenger's helmet and handed it to the woman. The woman beckoned Burhan to put it on his head. Burhan so ge-er-an put a helmet on the young woman. Burhan's heart seemed to be dislodged when the helmet was attached but Burhan's eyes were fixed on the woman's chest. Burhan hurriedly turned his eyes right into the eyes of the woman in front of him. Just a little distance away was his face with that girl's face.

The strange feeling came back. A pair of eyes was like an empty look. There is no passion in it. Hup.. Burhan held his breath for a moment. He smelled something. A bad smell had pierced his nose. However, jasmine returns to replace the position of the foul odor that passes on her nose.

Burhan immediately returned to his bike. Then wear a helmet.

“Yuk, Naik” take Burhan while menstater his motor matic.

“Iya” replied the woman then boarded the motor matic from behind.

Burhan was surprised, not usually women who wear clothes like this sit in a straddle and face the front. No windfall, hehe, thought Burhan. Perverted thoughts.

Burhan's running the bike. The journey to the road will take a long time. “Lumayan is also with beautiful women. Consider it a girlfriend. This is the windfall of the patient. So the person must be patient, let it be fertile.” That's what Burhan thought.

Burhan fixed the rearview mirror of his motorcycle. Right side view to see the vehicle in the back. While the left rearview he pointed right into the face of the passenger.

The deg!

Instantly Burhan was surprised not to be trapped, to the point that the motor was sticking to the right and left. Luckily Burhan is still mastering it so that there is no accident.

“Why the hell mas? How suddenly motor oil?” Ask the woman.

Burhan slowly looked at the rearview mirror, thank God what it looked like was the woman's face. Strange as well, that was what he saw pocongan, not this beautiful woman.

“Oh, ndak papa, Ma'am. Near the beautiful woman so nervous me, Mbak” said Burhan covered his surprise and still with his flirtatiousness.

“Be careful mas..ntar klo to accident how? How did we die? Would you like me to be in the cemetery? I don't want to die again” Asked the woman innocently.

“Klo nemenin girls as beautiful as mbak anyway, I just want to mbak” Burhan gnashing flirt through the rearview mirror. “By the way I said ‘mati again’ anyway, Ma'am? Was it an accident, Mommy?” Asked Burhan plainly as well.

“Gak mas, hihihi.” replied the woman while laughing small.

“Iya, Ma'am. I will be careful kok” Burhan said with a smile. “Duh, Ma'am. Beautiful very sih” Inner Burhan.

The journey continues to the Cempaka road. The road of destination, he said the Mbaknya's house.

The motor has entered the road. A small paved road. It is the size of a village but crowded with buildings on the right left of the road. This is the city of metropolis. Life is crowded.

“What number is the house?” Ask Burhan.

“13 mas” replied the woman.

“where next, Ma'am?” Burhan asked again.

“Straight, later do not tell” said Mbaknya.

Almost at a crossroads, suddenly the beautiful woman asked Burhan to stop.

“Stop.. stop.. mas. already up to”

Burhan also stopped.

“Which house, Ma'am? Jesus!!!” Burhan was startled, suddenly the woman was already standing next to Burhan. Burhan did not feel the woman getting off the bike.

“duh Mbak ngagetin just” said Burhan with a somewhat wheezing breath.

“That's my home.” The woman pointed to the right side of the street, a large European-style house with a high gate. A bit of a contrast when juxtaposed with the house on the right left that is more like a village.

“How much mas?” the woman asked about the cost of the motorcycle.

“Klo make Mbak is free deh” replied Burhan with the pedenya, whereas from earlier moaning can not passengers.

“Yes thanks to you, Mas handsome and baik” the woman pinched Burhan's chin. “Tomorrow play here yes Mas, he said he wanted to nemein me” said the woman and passed across the street entering the gate of the European-style house. Not long after that woman disappeared.

Burhan is really excited. He felt like he was getting durian collapsed. A woman as beautiful as that and have a big house like this told her to play to the woman's house. What his mother said later klo know have a daughter-in-law candidate as beautiful and rich as this.

Burhan returned to stater his bike and ran it straight ahead. On the bike he smiled to himself. Imagine the beauty of that woman. But he realized something.the way home should be turned back instead of straight. Klo straight he will be further away because of this location at the east end. While his house and motorcycle taxi base are on the western side of the city.

Burhan turned his motor. Now he turned in the opposite direction from that. So he's going to pass the woman's house. “Hihi.. only time the woman in front of the house, who knows all chat” Burhan said in his heart.

But how shocked Burhan when passing the location of the woman's house earlier. What he saw now was not a European-style house, but a burial ground!

Burhan could not believe what he saw. He stopped the motor and rubbed his eyes. What he saw was a grave. Suddenly there was a sound on the right side.

“Hihihi..here Mas, memenin I am here he said he wants me to be buried hihihi..” the voice of the woman earlier.

Burhan slowly turned to the origin of the voice. Geez, he saw a woman laughing. In that instant, Burhan fled his motorbike as fast as lightning away from the public burial site. Night roads are not so many vehicles, Burhan was free to run his motorbike quickly.

After being away from the cemetery, Burhan only realized that from earlier there was a strange feeling but he always tepis. That's why the bike didn't feel like it was riding people, it felt like he was alone on the bike.

He also realized that the stench and smell of jasmine was sourced from the woman who was se... a what a person? Or a pocong? It's just that for Burhan he has to go home. One more strangeness that was just realized by Burhan. That woman has no body shadow!!!

Hiiii. Burhan's body shuddered in horror.

The motor has reached his home. He parked his motorbike at that time. Then ran into the house and slept next to his sleeping mother.

His mother was surprised not to be dumb. “Eh, this is a child why the hell?” Ask Mom.

“Hiii.. Mak, Burhan ran out of anther pocong, Mak” said Burhan still in a frightened tone.

“Hah? Which actually?” His mother did not believe.

Burhan also told his mother about the incident.

“Everything so the kid is sorted out by parents. Good thing you didn't get kidnapped at all pocong, she likes you.” His mother said while laughing and took a drink for her dear child.

“Ampun, Mak.. Burhan will narik ojeg in the morning, no longer dare ojek malam” said Burhan. “But tomorrow Burhan is off first huh Mak. Burhan take a leave of absence.”

Already yes gaes, rather than getting slacker.

Story by: Windy aira

Finishes.

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