Bercyanda Story

1. The Skul the Cool Skull

Kenalin, nih. The brothers of the new tongkrongan, his name is SKUL, the skull slang. Although his name is Skul but he doesn't like school, he just likes to hang out. Like tonight.

Skul is hanging out at Ronda's post with his old friend Aben, and the Imas whose hair is a bit creamy.

Suddenly a girl passed by, right.

"Well, you girl!" Aben with Norak.

"Yes, we're samperin yuk!" Simas Imas exclaims. Though he was just tired of losing dominoes continue to play with Aben and Skul.

But it turns out that the Skul has already acted first. Suddenly he was behind the girl. "Where are you going, Dek?" Skul greeted me kindly.

The girl turned around, and immediately shouted "Setaaaaaaaaaaan!!!!". Then he ran fast.

Skul who was also shocked from being shouted at, could only be silent for a moment. Finally, there was a hand that patted his head. His hands are all bones.

"Oh, who is it!" Skul cried out from his daydream. Then he turned around and saw a body of bones without a head. "Oh, you Bod."

Actually Skul is not sure he and Bod are from the same body. But everyone knows that Skul and Bod are always together. Where there is Skul hovering, not far from there there is a Bod who is sitting around, or just standing unclear. Sometimes leaning against an electric pole while crossing your legs. Sometimes I sit with my hands. But the hand that should be resting on the cheek, floated just like that, because the body has no head.

Similarly, if there is another Bod hanging out, it is certain that Skul is hovering not far from it.

Bod and Skul returned to Ronda's post, where Aben and Imas were laughing.

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This afternoon, Skul went to the playground near 11. There he had an appointment with Sinta's mother. Ordinary, business dealings.

"20,000 an hour, huh, Skul? As usual." Ibu Sinta started to determine the price after explaining the event and its location.

"Yes, Skul. Today there are still medsos believe the same newspaper. It must be a doang commercial. The clown also has nothing to make. Costly so. You need a lot of money for what, anyway. Not eating either, right?" Ibu Sinta is a senior businessman. He has a lot of experience in dealing with clients or talent like Skul. This kind of price debate was his daily food.

But Skul won't back down without a fight. "Wah Racist Mother, nih. I will report to KOMPERNASTENG DS, the Skull Fate Protection Commission!"

"Well, what's the DS?" Ask mom Sinta curious.

"And equals!" Answer the steady skul. Beside him, Bod held up 2 thumbs.

"Sigh....." Finally Bu Sinta breathed a long breath. 'There's just this rancid skull.' It seems like the skul won't stop raving before there is a bargaining process. "Yes already... You want to ask how much it costs?"

"40,000 per hour!" 2 fold! Bombastic attack from the skull fortress.

"30,000!" Santi's mother returned fiercely.

"Deal!" Skul nodded. Bod thrust his hands together.

Ibu Sinta welcomed the handshake with a feeling of defeat. He then showed a professional smile in the style of a salty sales sucker dust. "See you at the venue. Don't be late, okay?"

"Ready!" Skul Seru. Bod took an upright position and gave a gesture of respect.

When the car of Sinta has passed. The smile on Skul's face was always wide, as if it was getting wider. Bod raised his palm shoulder to shoulder, Skul nodded. Bod anchored another palm.

Toss!

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