Among Thousand Journeys

Deceived

“Lha why don't you ask for a picture, please,

evidenced my words, rather than already the

yangan not koruan, later the girl even more tuwir than your mother, do not regret you”

“He I asked for a photo, but I don't have a phone

which has a camera.”

“Nah caught, let alone use any reason, all,

it's obviously ugly amit-amit's the guy.”

“Lha if indeed he does not have a hape

what's the camera?”

“Can pinjem hape someone else, just say it

if you do not want to give you a photo, he you break up.”

“Iya deh I asked for his picture again.”

“All of you said he didn't give you a photo

right now, you're breaking up with him, not wanting to

call again.”

“Iya I said.”

Tony called again, and asked for a photo, too

said I'd give you a photo.

“Where do you want to thank?” ask Tony after calling.

“Yes, after I threatened to break up he wanted to, he wanted to,

and want to minjam have the tape.” replied Tony.

“Well it's new real.”

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The sound of the door being knocked.

“Log in, unlocked.” I said please

come in who knocks on the door.

It turned out that Muhsin was with his friend, who I did not know because it was not from one of them

cement factory workers.

“Wah bustling, on collecting.” said Muhsin while entering.

“Mari please, insistence,” I said because

the room was a bit full of people.

“This mas... the person I told you about wanted to ask for help.” Muhsin explained after sitting down to introduce his name Mabrur.

“Lha any problem what mas?” my many.

“That's mas, I bought land at home in

area Cirebon.” story Mabrur.

“Trus what's wrong?” my many.

“Well, the story is like this mas, who had the land was once breathed, working with a buto Ijo or something like that, what is clear is that on the land I occupy there is an old sapodilla tree, well often the occurrence of people passing around sapodilla tuwa is a victim.”

“That means being a victim?” my many.

“Ya kayak suddenly died suffocating, and people

all around the tree on one

peratu die, and indeed near the sapodilla is also where I want to live later, this is still not live, because my wife and I still work here.” Mabrur story.

“Then..”

“Yes if you can, please ask to move

or want to be flanked so that the buto does not ask for victims again.” said Mabrur.

“Hm... ” I reflect.

“This I've asked for a pinter, or

paranormal to move mas, but nothing

the strong, even some to death suffocated.” explained Mabrur.

“Wah was horrified also yes..” I said original cringed

aslo. Usually the genie if it has been invited to cooperate with humans is already strong.

“Iya try later I will try, may Alloh give permission and strength to me to

expel it.”

“Still earlier.” says Mabrur.

“Then the second mas.” add Mabrur.

“Wah kayak buku only there is a second, hehehe..” candaku.

get here.”

“What is the second?” my many.

“This is about my employer mas, I have an employer, well I have worked with my wife in the place of my employer, but the salary is not given.”.

“What is the name of her employer?” my many. Then Mabrur mentioned the name.

“Ya insaAlloh later I help do’.”

My roommate's name is Safi, a Madurese, said to be funny yes funny too, his work is a hairdresser, a madman,

So in this cement company like a village, all fields of work exist, from drivers, guards, carpenters, carpenters,

mason, electrician, mechanic, up

barbers are also there, all under the auspices of the cement factory, so people don't need to go anywhere, everything is already available inside,

Even the football field, basketball court, swimming pool, and mini market are quite complete there, from the factory once a week there is a bus ready to take employees to the city for shopping, for free.

Inside there is also a cafeteria, so want to eat live payroll, want to cook yourself can also, with own shopping of course.

Safi my roommate's the one she likes

joking. The nights he approached me, calling, calling,

“What's up?” I was surprised because he called

with female voice.

“Sst…! Don't be so hard, me again

ngerjain mas Widji.” Safi said,

“Ngerjain what?” many wonder.

“Ngerjain called him, I pretended to be

women, let's be kapok, cook people kok like the same phone women.” said Safi.

Although I understand the meaning but I pity the same who was bullied, because to send a pulse, it was thought that Safi who used the name of the woman was really a woman, until late at night still chatting fondly, also still a virgin, sick, I was not consent nulis on hp.

The next day the other person was bullied again, named Mr. Bunawi, Mr. Widji and Mr. Bunawi as well

old man who has gray hair, Iha wonder

talk too, darling.

And even more strangely after the call to my place, and the same story Safi if out of phone-phone same girl, and yang-yangan, like a new kid just teenagers, like, I don't know if someone just called people

who is now spoken to, ah really

it's all crazy, because of loneliness.

I just take off the soup, go to

Cirebon to Mabrur.

Some people want to kill deserted, with

the simplest stab, then deserted to death and never came again in his life, but

some truth-seeking walkers always seek solitude such as looking for a lost child, who is very loved, who can break hearts, as well as manage it.

For only by mortal loss can the heart find eternal.

My sukmaku soon soared, sped

across the rocky mountain and the frozen night, the melting sea, and the hope-seeking boat, each breath is a struggle, or a meaningless, scriptless, gust-free emptiness,

Until also in one public cemetery, and one tomb was saved, there were also people

looking for possible hope fragments

abandoned people who have died or overstayed the deception of one of the many deceptions

satanic trickery that has been designed in such a way as to mislead man at the height of his perversion.

I don't know why I'm interested in the direction

what I don't understand, then I'm darting again

up to the old mosque, whose floor was of wooden planks, which had been finely stroked the legs of the hope-godder, from the side believed

the truth is, I see people praying, I

all take ablution and follow the line

jama’ah, all prayers isya’ that I have not

tunate.

No one saw me, done

I pray to concentrate my purpose, but

I was dragged into a small waterfall, then

it just sped up again and stopped near the tree

old sapodilla, I see a genie higher than a tree

old sapodilla, there might be ten meters more height, I circled around it by hovering in the air.

I saw his body dark blue, not green, but blue towards purple, his eyes bright red, no fangs, but his arms were as big as a coconut tree, I'm sure his embodiment was like that because of his nature, his lips were soaked with blood,,

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