ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter VI: The Wrinkled-Faced Girl

Tiiit ... Tiiit ... Tiiit ... Tiit!

The phone alarm wailed waking me up from my sleep. I squirm lazily. While exploring the dream world with Lusi.

Well, Lusi is special in my heart. Of the dozens of girls I met before, there is still nothing that beats the charm of Lusi. Both from his physical and personality. Like her food, then Lusi is the complete package!

Damn the alarm!

I quickly turned off the alarm. With my eyes half closed, I glanced at the clock on the desk. At 04.00. It was quick before dawn. The feeling had just closed my eyes.

Alright.

That means having to immediately take ablution water and perform dawn prayers. Azan Dawn was also heard. But after the dawn prayers go to sleep again. Mumpung holidays. Who knows if I could meet Lusi in a dream.

In my gray dream, I saw the dim shadow of a girl whose face was not so clear. He was sitting alone in the library, reading a thick book. But his face really can't be seen clearly. Curiosity is getting tickling. I approached.

The library looks very quiet. I sat in front of the girl, hoping to see her face more clearly. The girl raised her face slowly. Now I can see his face clearly.

Not Luci!

The girl's face turned into a creepy wrinkled face. Instantly he grinned, revealing his row of sharp teeth!

Athaghfirullah!

“Woee ... wake woee..!!” I heard my door being knocked down hard.

The shadow of the creepy girl disappeared. I'm woken. Sweat pours cold from the forehead. I see the butut fan still turning. Ah, apparently having a bad dream.

“Build Biii! Cepet!” doni's voice was heard again.

“Apaan anyway, Don! Sleepy! Want to sleep!” I replied while immersing my body in my legendary sheath.

This glove is a gift from grandfather fitting circumcision. Imagine how many years! Even though it was round and smelly, I still love this glove. The aroma is distinctive, being aromatherapy before going to bed. Treating my longing in my hometown.

“There's a rush!”

Who's looking for me in the morning? No other work?

“Who, Don?”

“Pak RT”

Why Mr RT nyari early in the morning? The feeling yesterday I had deposited KTP?

Oh, I just remembered.

Today there is an invitation to work around the rented environment. Understandably, if it rains a little sewer directly overflows because of the garbage that accumulates. Oath, the laziest with the name of filial work. The reason is that I feel awkward when I get together with the fathers. If filial work could be redeemed for money, I would redeem it.

“Say I'm not feeling well, Don!” my answer.

“Let's not feeling well real new tau taste lo!”

What a big onion is Doni? Like mamma! My emotions are made.

“I cape bang Don. Last night I couldn't sleep,” I said again.

“Surely because you mostly dugem the same Andre last night. Aye right? Don't you follow drunk..”

Ngoceh keep this child! What banana breakfast?

Inevitably, I got out of bed. I opened the door lazily. The hair is still disheveled and certainly still shiny because of the pomade last night. I yawned a few times.

“Help me, Don. I really sleepy,” I said memelas.

Doni looked at me with pity, but that look on his face was really annoying. He smiled as if he was mocking.

“Where was your show last night? Got the girl?” ask Doni.

“Udah ah! I don't want to talk!”

“Why? Got a girl-japanese huh? Hahaha!” Doni laughed out loud.

“I'm sleepy uh..” I replied lazily.

“Your loss is not to work!”

“Why?”

“There's Monik. I'll introduce him later. She already bales my message last night.”

“Ya is already there! Please contact Monik again.”

“Ngak!”

I shut the door right in front of Doni. No matter what he thinks. But unfortunately, after Doni left he could not sleep. Head dizzy but not sleepy. I still remember the nightmare that happened just now. The wrinkled-faced girl's face made a bit of a scare.

Not exactly the cowardly type. It's just, sometimes Farhan likes to tell me about the supernatural world that makes me a bit creepy. He said the contract we were in used to be a former morass dump.

He said again, in the 70s, many PKI members were slaughtered alive around here. Duh, I shudder. As a result, I sometimes have nightmares about this.

“Don't forget to pray before going to bed! Let's not be disturbed!” farhan's message as we sit around in front of the TV.

“Chooking. But still a dream!”

“Less solemn prayers!”

“How to be solemn, pray while shadowing the face of Lusi!” tymphal Doni's. He was eating meatballs while watching TV.

Just keep up boy!

“You know the room you occupy?”

“Why?”

“There used to be someone occupying the room, but only a week immediately ask to move. Said there was a wrinkled-faced girl who often appeared there.”

Anjiir!

“Udah ah Han! Don't want you!”

“Eh, I'm really talking about this! If you do not believe just ask the same Mr. Badri who has a contract. ”

“You want me to sleep?” doni's back to. I know he's just mocking.

“Ogah. Your people are milling!”

Farhan's story gives me auto goosebumps. I don't want to believe that story. But Farhan has stayed the longest in this contract. Surely he knows best by the ins and outs of this house.

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The morning service was very crowded. All the students living around the neighborhood went down the mountain shoulder to shoulder cleaning up the clogged sewers. From behind the living room curtains, I just peeked inside. I thought, how bad is that?

I saw Doni excitedly getting dirty to plunge into the stinking gutter.

In my heart, salute him. Even though he comes from a fairly well-to-do family, but he is without the prestige of being filthy.

Farhan is too. He seemed to be very helpful to the people around him. Only Andre is invisible. Maybe he has a show outside.

As always.

Suddenly my gaze fell upon a sweet girl carrying a tray of tea and pastries. I saw Doni steal a look at him.

Is this what you call Monik aka Monika? That's fair!

Tumben Doni is right. Of all the pictures of girls I've ever shown, I don't think anyone meets the standard. Even though it's a country boy, I'm a little fussy about women's affairs. That's one of the reasons why it's still single today. Doni said my taste was too high. Do you think it's okay to have high taste? Who knows if it was granted by God?

Nowadays, as long as we have a lot of money, we can easily get the girl we want. That's my personal opinion anyway. Don't make a handle. Mother had advised, the important thing to find a soul mate is his personality. And he should love family. No matter if he can cook or not. Mother also said, it is better to be loved than to love, because it is very rare in this world that a soul mate who meets love each other. Only in Indonesian soap operas that way.

I watch too many soap operas!

Suddenly I heard a noise in the kitchen, as if a cooking utensil had fallen off.

The deg!

I'm goosebumps. Isn't the contract no one else but me? With a bold step I approached towards the kitchen. Similar to the horror movie I've seen, stepping slowly while carrying a floor broom. No matter who shows up, I'll hit with a broom! Hope not a wrinkled-faced girl!

Krompyaaang!!

I'm surprised not to be a bitch. My heart stopped beating. Before long, from the direction of the kitchen door appeared a figure of a black-haired creature. His eyes stared intently at me. The creature grinned, revealing its fangs. We looked at each other for a while.

Get you a cat!

I threw my broom at the black cat. Unfortunately missed the plate rack. The cat was shocked not dumbfounded and immediately ran out.

You wrinkled-faced cat!

Yes ... wrong!

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