Black Covenant

Poci again (End)

Happy Reading's...

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Doni, Ilyas, Salman and Febri seem very happy to receive their salary and bonuses from Koh Atong. Smiles so radiant on their faces, thank God, salary and also the full bonus they get.

"Later yuk road," Take Ilyas.

"Where are you going?" Doni immediately answered Ilyas, turning his head quickly with great curiosity.

"Yes where is that. Mumpung payjian we eat what is good, chicken noodles or meatballs that. Let seger," replied Ilyas again in spirit.

"May also." Febri did not lose the frenzy. When it comes to eating who will not be excited.

"You're coming, aren't you, Sal?" Doni asked but the three of them both turned to ask for answers from Salman.

Salman seemed to be silently thinking for a moment, "maybe, but just eat it straight home right?"

"Yes!" the three exclaims simultaneously made Salman's face retreat a few inches from the front of the three. Afraid to spray of course.

"Yes, Sal. Diem baek rarely hangs out, rarely goes out, want to get a girlfriend when?" Ilyas shook his head as he walked off.

Mamang, of the three of them only Salman yu is still loyal to be single. Still engrossed in enjoying solitude without the dizziness of thinking about the messiness and also the fussiness of a girlfriend. His world is so adem ayem like no problem and no burden.

"Hem, I told you. Why have a boyfriend if finally loved and guarded desperately turned out to be the soul mate." Now it was Salman who smiled.

"Ye, let's just say that you're not interested."

"That's fine. It's yuk, work again. We have to finish the job fast if we really want to walk." Salman took a step first, making the three of them immediately follow him compactly shaking their heads.

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The meatballs and chicken noodle carts are clearly visible in the eyes of Salman, Febri, Ilyas and Doni. They actually went on two bikes and huddled each other. Ilyas with Doni and Febri with Salman.

"Great, I think it's good." said Doni. His eyes were wide to see the big meatballs that were plastered in the cart behind the glass.

"That must make me literate." Ilyas looked back, looking at Doni's smiling face though it could not be clear everything.

"Yuk hunted," cried Febri who was behind him.

The motor is back running, looking around the back for them to cross. It just so happens that the seller is next to the other road.

"Looks good," that's all Salman said.

The motor was parked shortly. Fused with the motors of other visitors who join the snack there. With the spirit of four five they entered, it turned out that the place was full as well and left only a few seats and fit for the four of them.

So happy the four of them, sitting on the same table circumference while waiting for the menu order they ordered. While waiting for them to spend their time chatting, they enjoyed being together that afternoon.

Their smiles grew even more intense when they saw the seller coming up with a tray of four bowls filled with meatballs. Another waiter followed with a tray of four large glasses with orange ice inside.

"Eat this," said Ferdi. His eyes were so bright that he saw the bowl that had shifted and stopped right before him.

"Dong's sheep!" doni was impatient.

"fluttered," no less Ilyas spoke with hands that directly merry ketchup bottle. While Salman he patiently waited, waiting for the change of his three friends.

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His intention was only to snack, but did not expect that the Ilyas motorbike broke down during Maghrib time. They're in a hurry to get home, but what do you want to say? forced them to walk carefully with Ilyas guiding and Doni pushing. While Febri and Salman they remain on the bike running slowly.

"Fate of fate" said Doni. He was so upset because the bike broke down.

"It has to be served, Ilyas. Otherwise it wouldn't be alive." Said Doni again. While encouraging him to speak, occasionally looking back at the delicious Febri and Salman.

"You too, go dong way!"

"Oh, no. Why should the road if the motor is on. What matters is that we're loyal doesn't leave you guys." Salman replied.

While Febri just chuckles to see Doni who continues to be upset.

"It's not really true with him." Ilyas turned his head, pausing for a moment to drive away the tired.

"If you are not sincere, you have to go home first" replied Febri.

"Yes, if you want to go home first. Lagian already found the workshop. Uhuh!" ilyas shouted as he raised his face.

"Really?"

Not saying anything more Febri and Salman went straight home. The motor drove away leaving the two who remained mengedumel even though they told.

"Bas not loyal, man!" doni said irritatedly.

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It turns out that Febri and Salman did not really leave either. They were waiting at one of the coffee shops. Enjoy black coffee while occasionally seeing Doni and Ilyas from a distance.

"Their love must be very tired." murmured Salman.

Both of them did look tired and now sit waiting in the chair in the workshop.

As Febri and Salman's coffee runs out, Ilyas's motorbike turns back on. They smiled, so happy when they saw the bike was back to sound.

"Alhamdulillah" murmured Salman again.

After Ilyas and Doni made the payment and rushed out of the workshop, they were seen in a hurry not to know that Febri and Salman were still there.

"Feb, yuk," asked Salman.

Febri nodded, started to stand up and handed over the money to pay to the stall owner.

The motor runs.

Tinn!

The sound of the motor horn surprised Ilyas and Doni, both of whom turned their heads together but Ilyas refocused after seeing Febri sounding his horn.

"I think I'm really home!" shout Doni.

"No, we are loyal, my friend. Aren't you, Sal?"

"Yes," Salman nodded, tilting his face to look at the two who were in front.

The sense of heart began to ketar-ketir when it began to enter the village where there was always a pair of pocongs. Want to retreat already, want to go forward afraid suddenly there is a nongol in front of them.

"Are we really going through here?" ilyas asked doubtfully. The speed of the motor is getting slower and equalize the Febri motor.

"Remain sure, where else would you go? this is the only way." explains Febri.

The motor has to go back to running. The cold began to awaken the hair of the four of them who fell asleep sweetly. Eyes continue to wink as if looking but do not want to see.

"Eh, what's going on?" Ilyas immediately panicked. The lights on the motor suddenly died as well as the Febri motor.

"Well," Febri was the same.

Fear had already started attacking the four of them. Only with dim light does the motor keep running.

Salman hugged Febri while Doni hugged Ilyas. Their jackets are attractive and useful for covering their faces while both eyes close their eyes.

"Eh, don't be so tight! My absence" protested Ilyas.

"Hurry, walk away." Doni still does not heed Ilyas' words, he continues to do what he wants as well as Salman.

Until finally.

The motor both stopped, not because of a strike but someone moved closer to them from the front.

"Don, Don," Ilyas began to tremble. It's very clear what he saw.

"Astaghfirullah, they again." So did Febri who was beginning to fear. "Why do I have to deal with something like this again."

"This is because of our oath, Feb. That's why it's guarded." Ilyas vividly remembers what Febri said yesterday, and now it really is happening.

"Well," Ilyas began to panic. Want to back off is responsible, not backwards as if to challenge the two poci.

Doni and Salman close their eyes tightly, embracing the friend in front of him and resigning. Whatever you do as a driver.

"Yahoo!!!"

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