DERRIS

THE STORY OF MAS VIT

--POS GOATPLING

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“Night Jup?” greet a man from Surau.

“Malam Mas, alone?” question fishing commotion.

While stroking his chest wrapped in white cocoa clothes “Jup, you know not. Besides a weapon that can stab without a trace?” May Jupri's logic work, that's all.

“Emm... Love mas!!”

“Yakin?” Because of the mas Vit that is after worship in the wingless Angel mode.

“It is Mas, sure as hell. Do not hesitate in the least, like the sun whose job is to shine on the earth. And dry laundry clothes at times!!” I am sure Jupri.

“If your guess is wrong, I plucked your leg hair!”

“Orkes!”

Freeett... “Aww.... I feel jutttttt...!!!” jupri shouted to die of fatigue.

“The thing that kills is ‘Saidan’ Jup. Take care of your words, before your sins are many and regret.”

It is also true that the words of Mas Vit have just been said, words are a deadly murder weapon rather than a tool.

“Mas Vittttt, if Typo what? “ Jupri does not accept with first round defeat.

“That's Jup, my screams if nulis likes typo. Sometimes sleepy and busy at work. This finger is out of sync with brain and eyes.” Finally in the history of the author of vitamin a ngaku weakness.

So long ago this Poskampling was abandoned. Residents choose mager rather than conducting environmental security activities. Because at home they are also a place to stop, do not think about jewelry and luxury items. This is terisoli village. If there is a thief who wants to operate, want to steal livestock what is the produce of the earth. Yeah, just as tired myself. It has been troublesome transportation access and difficult terrain.

Mr. Muji returned to his beloved village, and found his wife who was sick with gout. As a result of being pushed over by Jupri from the roof of the cage. Now it's Mr. Muji angon Kebo's job in the fields. Who can relax sambi leha-leha under the sacred jackfruit tree of Sri Ayu. The buffalo-bulls of the youngest children's livestock are indeed not as thick and fat when maintained by Sri Ayu. Maybe the one who nurtures the ogah-ogahan and mager.

“Jeng, I ask you very much. From tomorrow you stop looking for your salon customers!”

“Loh Sir, later Ajeng get pocket money from where. Ajeng likes to cut people's hair, because it's Ajeng's desire. Don't be that way, I've been doing housework since dawn. And send consumption to the Jupri in the chicken coop. I disagree, if you tell me to quit my hobby!!!” Sri Ajeng felt Mr. Muji was unfair. Though mentioned also, one of the articles in social justice pancasila. But that verse does not apply to Mr. Muji.

“Hehehehe, surprise!!” Mr. Muji gave a birthday gift to Ajeng.

When Mr. Muji was about to return to Kampung, he had stopped by a market. He was sorry to see the struggle of Sri Ajeng who traveled around the village every day. Just to sell her hair cut. Not even a little hesitant. Sri Ajeng also wants to prune plants to be more aesthetic. His love in the world of intersecting.

The feeling of haru receiving a gift from his father was forgotten with a happy cry.

“From now on, you open a salon at home. I will renovate your salon building.”

“Hiks hiks Yes Sir, thanks.” A child's affectionate embrace to his parents. Mr. Muji wants one by one his children to come forward. Because he doesn't want to be helped anymore.

“You can open a salon at home, whenever you can. If residents are waiting for Sinetron again, maybe someone is interested in haircuts. This is my dad buying shaving scissors for men. So more neat and modern.”

“Hehehe yes sir, baicss yes. But how to use it how?” Well, this is due to the lack of technological touch. Definitely a functional stuttering tool. Mr. Muji realized the innocence of villagers who were often scorned by the village.

“We have Jupri which can be a test material. Hehehehehehe.” Mr. Muji smiled sinisterly.

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Still with Vit in Poskampling. Jupri after burning the scrub that littered the abandoned building. He began to rest for a moment sitting on a large rock.

“Why Jup, why stagnate? Loyo yes?” Tanya mas Vit who is still sweeping over Poskampling which is filled with spider houses.

“The arrival of me was bitten by his tongue in the back. Is there anyone who wants to talk to me. Is it possible, I will be harmed. My heart beats like a drum for war.”.