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Baboon widow

At that time I was still in high school kira2 in the 90s BC (njiiir age Ikauan dah). I live in the North Prohibition area of Ciledug.

At that time I was fishing with the four of us. The location used to be behind the gas station, which is next to the same rice field. Which is now the Ubud Vilage Housing complex. Because so fun fishing does not feel adzan maghrib reverberate. We finally rushed home.

After a long walk, we arrived in front of the gate of Kober's grave, the North Prohibition. We stopped for an RW meeting. "Where are we going? the far ntar muter highway. But through the grave sereeeem..!" said Richard.

"Through the grave of ajah yuuuk. We're this rame-rame...!" I said, "how?"

Finally we agreed to cut the road to the house through Kober's grave.

The atmosphere of Maghrib in the cemetery complex is very quiet and wingit. The feathers Iuduk gw bristling. But I'm tepis, these rames. Not long after, suddenly Michael spontaneously said, "Eh, there's chicken tuhuuy. We're tangkep yuuk. Ntar malem we burn with the same fish!" he said pointing at the family's black baboon, which was suddenly in front of us.

"Yuuk.yuuuk.yuuuk" said the laen.

"Eh ntar, whose chicken is it? maen tangkep!" said Richard.

"Who is the cake, ayuuuk ah..hunt!" Stephen.

Then I and Michael and Stephen sneak up to the baboon chicken with his son, which amounted to 3 or 4 (forgot gw). I think it's a widow chicken, because the man doesn't exist. Because I feel like I will be caught. The baboon widow immediately escaped sneaking behind the tea-tea tree.

Gw and Michael immediately intercepted the chicken on either side of the tree. But so confused, "Laaah.kok lang bang?!" said gw kaged. Because I can't find it behind a tree. But then I saw a black crackle bag lying under the tree.

"What's the bag, jar?" uh, Michael squirms as well.

“Pockets Indomart, times?”

“This time balloon any time, jar?”

“Iye also..?!”

Look I'm the same Michael ngibrit scared. Others are confused, too.

While ngibrit gw kasi tau nih, Kober used to be the same graveyard of houses Iw separated by rice fields which are now Beta Puri Housing Complex. And between the grave and the rice field separated by times that are about 2 meters wide. Either dapet Jumping Power from where, times that width of more than 2 meters it can we jump with one jump up to sebrang. Continued run down the rice field to the village house gw. Sayup-sayup I heard the crowing of the rooster behind the AKA gw from the direction of Kober grave area.

We continued to run even though we stumbled because it was getting dark. And at the end of the rice field that had entered the village, we stopped in a hurry.

"Gw said also whataaah.dah tau chicken Medi (Satan) you chase too.so here you go!" Grous Richard. We were just silent unable to say because it regulated the bawling breath. Suddenly from behind us we appeared grandmothers who were not young anymore. Which turns out to be George's grandmother, who ran out of the well. Btw his grandmother George's house is on the edge of the rice field.

"Abis where are you on? Like abis in medi luh's udak?" ask the grandmother with a thick Betawi accent.

"From home fishing Nyak...!" answer me with madura's accent. "Emang Bener Nyak, abis met medi earlier!" connect gw.

"Yet dimane luh?"

"Scooker!"

"Biaaar on lu rasaaaah.dah tau wayah Megrib-(Maghrib) instead of on the back.even on the fishing..!" Omel grandma. We also kept quiet.

"Still to your advantage be given home ama yang di Kober!" we looked at each other too.

"What is Nayak?" ask Michael.

"Daah daaaah.lu on the back of gih..wayah gini in Kober as light as on the out..!"

We immediately left the place to hurry home.