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Chapter 4: Baper

Sunday night is a sacred night for him. No one can disturb him if that night comes. Ipul is no longer a cool, fashionable bachelor, and has a girlfriend as beautiful as Milea. On the night of Friday kliwon yesterday, he was officially cut off with his girlfriend. Therefore, he now chooses to languish in his costs. Leaned against the corner wall of his room. Daydreaming while counting the seconds of a laughing wall clock.

The floor began to cool down at seven o'clock in the evening. All of his boarding neighbors were heard whistling and then went traveling on his Scoopy bike. Pulul lowered his head in a sobs of papered crying.

“Enak once those who have a girlfriend. Weekly nights can be dating .. hiks hiks... Ella! Babang Ipul kangen... Kangen eating siomay on the edge of the train fitting malem week!”

The cry of the Ipul rang out slicing the heart, pinching the heart, and knocking out the soul. Kind of like Kuntilanak's crying Failed to Move On. Counting the droplets of leaking tap water, Ipul desperately hopes that this night will end soon. However, Ipul seems to be very dear to God. In front of the boarding door there is someone who chants a melody in guitar quotes aka buskers.

~SAY NOW THAT YOU ARE UNHAPPY~

I HAVE YOUR RACE, BUT NOT YOUR HEART~

YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIE YOU STILL WANT IT~

KURELA YOU'RE WITH HIM AS LONG AS YOU'RE HAPPYAAA~

The pulse immediately plunged the door of his costs. Bleeding face, tears falling like a horse pee, he shouted at the young escort couple.

“Go, you on! Hix... I know, Ella is more like Bambang than me! Satisfied loh! Satisfied to insult me!” pekik Ipul sad.

“Eleh, Mas. We-we just want to snack, ask for a dime. Your angry napa, anyway! We should be the angry ones! No money even dapet yelling Jones!” sahut Managers Hairy Mohawk ijo moss.

“Come, Bebs! We find another house that is not stingy and not baper like this mas! No wonder he was Jones. Wong mukaie eleven twelve equal hammer,” invite the lover, Black rocker lipstick Girl pengamen wear 100 carat anchor necklace.

A couple of buskers left, holding hands and singing Along the Way of Memories. Pulp tightness, pain, and languish. Why should he meet them?. The door is back closed. Like the scene of Sinetron Bucin, he ran towards a foam mattress patterned Hello Kitty. He was crying and muttering the name of his ex. At about seven and a quarter, the sound of kecola was present accompanied by the sound of bass licking in front of his boarding door.

~I HAVEN'T HAD A SHOWER...

INDELIBLE... INDELIBLE...

BUT STILL BEAUTIFUL TOO...

INDELIBLE... INDELIBLE...

ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVE A SHOWER...

DEFINITELY BEAUTIFUL SHAYKALII~

“Whispering, Lu! Know no! I am heartbroken again! I took a shower! Keep you mau-”

“GAK SPOON! I HAVE REPENTED! I'M STRAIGHT AGAIN!— Brett!”

The door is closed as quickly and as close as possible. Ipul really does not want to deal anymore with his ex, Ucup aka Siska. The screams and beats grew louder and louder. Siska, Cans Cans who used to ramen in Lawang Park did not go from his home.

“Bang Ipul~ Open dong door. Siska wants a Sunday night at kosan ye aja. Come on, let's *piiiiipppp*” Siska seduce her.

“Anjirrr! Uh, sissy! Go before I call you here!" push Ipul.

“Eike not afraid, tuh! Kantipnya again holiday with Lucinta Luna. Eike end the gang freely operates this mallem. Bang Ipul~ Open~” pekik Siska kekeh.

The pulse in the room does not stop reading the verse of the chair. For some reason after an hour, Siska did not scream anymore. Ipul cheered inwardly for successfully exorcising the demon half the person at the door.

As soon as the owl rang, Ipul gasped to wake up from his sleep. He fell asleep for a moment while weeping for his fate. Now, time shows at eleven o'clock in the evening. That's a sign that in an hour Ipul will celebrate Sunday. Let go of the painful week night. Just then, Ipul was suddenly startled by the sound of knocking on the door. Suddenly, his hair was goosebumps. He also smelled the thick fragrance of jasmine from behind his door. Ipul is afraid of ghosts, but he is more afraid of the boarding mother. Therefore, he ventured to open the door.

“Kriieeett!”

The creaking of the door made him imagine something. As soon as the door opened wide, he glared, his mouth gaping wide. In front of him was a woman with disheveled hair, a face as black as charcoal, and her eyes were red as the devil.

“Bang Ipul, please-”

“Brukk!”

“Bang Ipul! Build bang!”

Ipul fainted instantly making the figure of the woman panic. He approached and shook the body of the young man's face.

“Bang Ipul, please excuse Ella! Let's just reverse it! The car bambang keeps dipping my face so this is it. Bang~ Bang Ipul~”

May Bang Ipul be at peace by his side.