Antonym Intellect, Synonym of Dearest
Warmindo Gossip
We finally stayed in that house.
Ariel spent the day in the garage admiring her new car, also driving around the complex. He doesn't have a SIM yet so I banned him from the highway.
As I was alone surrounding the house, I repeatedly thought.
Why is Goddess Rukmini here?
As Jin waiting for the gate of Mbah Rangga village, which is about 400km from Jakarta, it seems unlikely he can be here. To my knowledge, the astral seems to be tied to just one place, or to someone. And as far as I am concerned, me and Goddess Rukmini have no ties.
With Ariel. Because if it were, I would know. There is an essence of my own that I will feel.
As I went to the backyard to observe the Gazebo, I noticed a thick braid of wires in the backyard. The wall is very high there.
As I approached the wall, I saw a plastic box in front of the wall that contained a projector.
‘Wah hilarious!” I said. You can see the horror drakor using a projector in the backyard.
I saw the projector was quite sophisticated, waterproof type, could be placed under the fountain and he could reflect the image of Cinematic Color 3000lm so it was equivalent to the size of a cinema screen. It is adjusted to the height of the wall in the backyard. This is across the street and it would also seem that I was watching a movie.
Then I saw another Gazebo behind me, and I sat there. I'm looking at this is just an ordinary gazebo. But the bottom is not as broad as an ordinary gazebo. I opened the floor, filled with carpentry tools. Perhaps due to limited space, this Gazebo is also designed to be a small warehouse for storage.
The more I think I feel hungry.
So I went to the gate, looking for food vendors, and I saw across the street there was Warmindo crowded with young people.
I walked there after locking the gate. Ariel's in the garage so definitely not with anyone in and out, so I locked the gate.
Herbs,
When I came to Warmindo, the noodle sellers there looked at me fixedly while glancing at each other. Like I'm a freak.
How weird I am if they can look at me with such a view, it is not polite.
“Es sweet tea and indomie cornet yes Mas.” I said while sitting.
Then I waited while looking at the young people around me.
They also looked at me and at the house.
Ah. I know what's going on.
My home is ‘Hosted Home’ yaaa.
Looks like my house is famous deh.. try it later on I look for it on the internet.
Warmindo mas-mas came in front of me and put down a big glass of sweet iced tea.
“Live there Ma'am?” askinya.
“Iya Mas, That's my home and husband.”
“Home mbaknya? How can?’
“I'm the heir Mas,” I said.
“Loh? That's it...” then he's quiet again.
I sipped some sweet iced tea while looking at her. “My house is haunted huh Mas?” shoot me directly
And Mas Warmindo grinned. I heard some visitors also chuckle. “Iya Ma'am. Once about a year ago, we, a shop with my customers, ran away. We see there is genderuwo besaaar once in the area of the home page Mbakya.”
Projector in the backyard. From here the great wall in my backyard is visible.
Bu Kencana employees really take care of this house huh. It could be that there was an intruder coming in, so a hoax story was made.
How long have they been like that? 10 years? Not too long yaa.. so when Bu Kencana was still in Italy huh? Actually why he bought a house in Jakarta if he himself lives in Italy.
“But Ma'am..” a male visitor, still young and apparently a college boy, approached and told me, “Budeku lives around here, and he said that once lived there was a girl, there was a girl, young people live with their caregivers, he said. And he was murdered. He said his body was planted in that area of the house as well.”.
“Ohiya there was once such a story. I've been here for 15 years, hereditary, sometimes seeing some cars coming into the house, maybe the one with the house. Black car luxury sedan-sedan.’
“Oh maybe it's my grandmother's employee, she owns this house and finally bequeathed to us.”
‘Employees?”
“Iyaaa, my grandmother lives in Italy. Mas-masnya know that the property is abandoned if not visited occasionally already tau-tau made into a wild settlement. Well, my grandmother asked her employees for help to clean the house.”
So pretext.
I don't really know what they're doing there.
“Behold dear,” a young woman approached the college mas-mas and looked at me while frowning. “I think I know elo deeeh,”
I looked back at him. I try to remember if he was one of my acquaintances, or my former student?
“Who's who? College boy?” ask the guy.
“Opens the face of the mother familiar. If the campus children must I realize times, it is impossible to look like this we do not ngeh. Somewhere but where yaaaa?”
I'm getting so sick of being seen in such a way.
And my indomie came, put in front of me. The money seduces faith. But these two kids are still busy talking about me, about where they saw my face.
I don't know them either, so they're not one of my students.
“Oh I know!!” and the one who exclaimed this was the girl who was eating in the corner of the end of the stall. “Elu is viral! Aunty-aunty has married her boyfriend back!”
Gee whiz...
That problem again.
“Tante-tante how? Clearly looks old’an lo hahahaha!” the college guy ngakak.
“Lah! Why so ridicule me? The caption in Ig is so! I just read doang!” yell girl back there.
“Still young like this is called aunt-tante?” the college boy's girlfriend frowned.
I was still silent because I was lazy to answer. Obviously I don't want any more Arka in my life. I want to focus on Ariel now, the one who clearly values me more than anyone else.
Anyway, I was also lazy to find out the incident on social media. For what, I doubt that no one will believe. Because if they know the truth is considered not exciting anymore, no more greget. So why am I so hard-earned to confirm.
“Udah there is confirmation from the guy, he said he was sorry for the news that has gone viral to this mbak. If not wrong name Ariel huh? Teacher at Bhakti Senior High School Putra.”said the young man who was on the bench near the cashier.
“Hm, yes, greetings.” hisisku while blowing my hot booming indomie.
“In truth how is Mbak?” ask the girl in front of me.
“Consider it all. I was lazy to respond. I just want to focus on my life with my husband. We now live in that haunted house, hehe.” I said, trying to relax. I thought it was all a joke.
“Iaaaang how you come here not ngajak-ngajaaaak, where we buy ingredients to eat pulak! I'm a laper tauk!!” Ariel was suddenly behind me, sitting next to me, and sliding the indomie bowl in front of her.
He ate something without my permission.
“Hah? Lo kan's... Ariel Clodio?” ask the guy in front of me.
“God... OMG OMG OMG! This is Ariel Clodio Gaes!!” exclaiming girlfriend mas college.
Ariel was silent and raised her face.
For a moment he chewed, finished the indomie in his mouth, sipped my sweet tea.
Then stood up and confronted the college boy in front of me.
“Lu doing here motherfucker! I told you not to whip me again!!” snapped Ariel to the guy.
“You wherever I am, this area does not belong to your ancestors! Make what you forbid!” reply mas kuliahan.
“Arieeeel, Ariel where have you never been to the club againii?”
“Gue citizens here now. So obviously you are a newcomer I welcome.” Ariel. Lauia looked at the girl-boyfriend Mas Kuliahan. “Well, are you finally dating? Rendaaaaaah,” tease Ariel.
“Buck really lo! Here's my same duel now!” hardik the college mas gripped the collar of Ariel's shirt
I'm lazy and tired.
So I stood up, I pulled Mas's ears out of college and Ariel tight, I pulled away.
“Whisper, the past lives the past. This boy has become my husband, SAH in the eyes of law and religion, so it has nothing to do with your boyfriend ya maaaas.” I said.
I heard in the back area immediately boisterous.
“And youuu my husband I am going HOME!! Back there!!” pissed scream.
I put a hundred thousand on the table, “Take it back, later tonight I return the bowl Mas,” I said while carrying a chicken bowl filled with indomie and I bring Ariel home.
Not here, not there, the work makes a scene.
Same with me, huh?
The fate of popular people.
