do not read alone

IT'S ON MY BIKE

culture like it was read

again, again and again in nature by my brother who experienced the story of another true story that of course I have shared to this blog.

to be honest, this story has been happening for quite a while.so if it's not wrong in 2003.

story like....

In the afternoon of that day, I'm sorry I forgot,my sister told me through henfon that she was going home.My brother at that time worked in the city of flowers aka the city of Bandung.She planned to go home by using the tgransport railway and my brother asked me to pick him up at Kebumen station at the hour we had expected.

because my brother took the night train, we expect to automatically get to/entrance at Kebumen station in the early hours before dawn or around 03.30 wib.Second story, the night felt quickly passed,because you know the alarm clock in my room sounds.Before bed alarm I set at 03.00 wib and sure enough the alarm sounds right at 03.00 wib.

I got up and prepared to go to the ka station to pick up my sister and left at exactly 03.15 minutes.The distance between home and the station is not so far about 10 minutes.Walked throughout my village the early morning atmosphere was so quiet, especially in the early morning the air was so cold it felt piercing to the sum sum bone.I muttered in my heart,,,,, I,,,

"hmmm it deserves so quiet no one, of course it is jam so early and this cold weather people would prefer to pull the blanket than out of the house,it would have been appropriate if I had not met anyone along the road of my village.

After entering the big road the atmosphere is also no different from the atmosphere in my village, it is still quiet.Until in the end I arrived at the square square, the square,and from a distance of about 100 meters before reaching the intersection of the square I was like seeing someone who was sitting in the middle of the fork.

After getting closer it is true that my vision is not wrong,there was indeed a male figure sitting who wore a white shirt and pants with blood drenched like a wreck in the T-junction.Then the male figure waved at me like asking for a match..

However, due to the feeling of fear, (try the shadow reader at that hour and the atmosphere is very quiet to see the figure of a man with a condition of blood,kaya will also feel the feeling of fear as I felt at that time) I just passed the figure of a man who sat down with drenched blood.

But strangely I changed my mind just like that, I think his mace was also wrong if I helped the man maybe by giving a ride to the hospital would be a little help/in addition, the road to the hospital with the road to the satsiun ka was one way and located close to each other.

On the basis of that thought,I turned around and approached the figure of the man earlier and the man was still sitting in the same place.Just to the left of the man I stopped my motorbike,his skin was pale white with a lot of blood and I was about 30 years old.

after the figure of the man riding a mbonceng on my bike, I immediately stopped my bike to continue the journey slowly.Kalo ga wrong speed of my bike 30km/h.

After a while, I was shocked because it arrived, my shoulder felt taped to something so cold, so cold,as in the ice and it turned out after checking looking through the rearview of my motorbike (on the right) which was attached to my shoulder which was then covered by a cream jacket was the man's hand by looking at the rearview mirror at every question I ask..

man: to the hospital

i: njenengan(you) knp mas, kok drenched in blood like this (i still look towards the rearview)

male :do not see me continue mas.(smile).

after that, there was no more chat between me and the man and the time was almost at the hospital, I opened the chat again..

me :mas, almost to the hospital....

But there was no answer from the man and I looked at the right rearview of my bike again, lha why did the man have a cudgel..?because I still half-believe what I see in the right rearview of my bike,

I looked back,,,, it turned out that what I saw in the right dispion of my bike was exactly the same as what I saw when I turned my head a little backwards,the man in the shirt and white pants that I was screwing in my motorbike has not disappeared anywhere.........

I stopped in place to check, looking back,but as far as my eyes looked, I did not find the figure of a man in clothes and white shirt that I bonceng earlier.Surprisingly again after I checked my jacket on the shoulder where the two hands of men the man stuck to it that felt very cold like ice, though,

there is not the slightest patch of blood marks that stick,though it was clear that the man's hand was drenched in blood.The disappearance of the male figure I was bonceng had mysteriously left a feeling of confusion and wonder in my head and heart and even time until the station I still think about that man, too,

is it human or not..???.Until finally the train that my brother boarded entered/until at my city station,and my brother saw me sitting like a confused person (at that time I was very confused and astonished) when my brother approached me and asked..

brother :kok you rich people are confused about that, why, what is it?

why not, I am just still sleepy, I replied.

We both went home, and after I got home I just told him about the incident that I had experienced earlier.after I finished telling you, my brother just smiled and said..

"what's wrong, what's wrong with your good intentions to help AND don't think about it again, just sleep there again..!earlier he said you were still sleepy.Then I walked towards my room without answering a word said my brother just now.