GHOST VILLAGE

PART 36: THE GHAIB DANCER

The song they performed reminded me of the kuntilanak figure in my own village. But I was surprised, because the song was quite popular in his time, even Aldo just memorized the song.

"Where did Aldo, Kevin, and Lala go? The same with those kids. Now, they must have been Junior High's kids too, just like me,"

The darts of dancers who were displaying their abilities in front of the audience, had amazed me. I didn't expect that in the supernatural world, there were also these nimble dancers. The movements of the head, hands, and hips of the dancer are in harmony with the music played. Sometimes the sound of the drum is louder than other musical instruments, and the dancer also stomps his body following the blow of the drumbeater. And again, the dancer's body movements can compensate for the drum beat. And the audience was hypnotized and fascinated by the dancer. Unfortunately, the audience was less cool in giving applause to the dancer. They made scary noises while cheering, I was surprised to hear strange noises coming from their mouths, like the sound of people laughing with their mouths choked. And it simultaneously sounded the audience one field. You can imagine how my heart went off watching it.

"Eeeeeeergh ...,"

One of them nudged my hand with his angry expression. I thought my disguise was discovered, but it wasn't. Maybe he did it because I did not cheer like the others, even though the show was exciting. Actually I also want to cheer like the others, but I'm afraid the way I cheer is different from the others, and of course it will invite the attention of all of them, so that my disguise can be revealed.

"Where would I join in cheering like the others, listening to their voices, I was shocked,"

This red head-bound ghost again nudged me because at the next excitement, I still gawked, not cheering like the others. I can guess, this ghost is a loyal fan of the dancer, so he felt annoyed to see me who was cool, even though his idol was giving the best show.

(For those readers who have trouble understanding the behavior of this red head-bound ghost, please search on youtube the appearance of Weird Genius in collaboration with Rizky Febian, and Marion Jola on a national TV station. Guaranteed the Readers follow upset with the adem ayemnya audience in the studio, Kak Agnes alone look berserk see attitude of the other audience. If Author can be honest, I want to throw a bottle of mineral water towards them all there, he he he he he.

For fear of being discovered, I opened my mouth a little, then took a deep breath, after enough oxygen was in my chest, I started to make sounds like ghosts.

"Errrrrgh ...,"

That's a strange sound coming out of my mouth, which results from the fusion of a muzzle mouth, a narrowed neck, and a little oxygen released periodically.

Perfect, that word deserves to be bestowed on me for my ability to mimic the strange cheering sounds of the ghosts in this coffee garden. Unfortunately, I sounded at the wrong time. At that time the other audience was silent a thousand words, waiting for the next great attraction of the dancer. As a result, my own voice sounded loud and made the audience turn towards me.

Cold sweat spontaneously poured all over my body. Imagine, the ghosts of one field were currently staring at me, with the look of their frightening eyes.

"****** me now, they must know of my disguise due to my own ridiculousness,"

For a few seconds I was fixated, I gasped, my mouth held for a few seconds in its silliness. And I stopped for a while, letting out a strange sound from inside my mouth.

"Errrrgh ...,"

Suddenly one field let out that strange sound again. This time not because of his amazement at the dancer's movements, but because of my silliness. Perhaps in their world, my action was just nicknamed "Laughing Late". I kept gawking, the red-head-bound ghost patting my shoulder. Maybe it means, "Good .. good ... Well that dong learn to cheer, do not be a mlempem audience like crackers." But unfortunately the pat on my back was painful because his crooked hand was just a bone with very thin flesh.

"For so long it's crazy that I'm in this place,"

From the south end I was surprised because I could see the dancer's face, she was different from the other ghosts. Her face was not as broken as they were, but it was simply very beautiful. And I was surprised when suddenly there was someone standing closer to the woman, her body was tall, and her face was not as scary as the others. He looked handsome, dashing, dignified, and the look in his eyes showed cruelty. The dancer was only up to his chest.

"Is that guy named Ki Barong?"

The man danced with the woman, and she served him. The longer the dance, the more insolent the men become. The man tried to kiss the dancer but was rejected. The man did not give up, he tried to continue to hug the dancer. However, with his shrewdness the dancer can escape from the arms of the man, while still darting following the tabuhan gamelan and drum that hammer.

I left the show area to check out the entire area. Surely it remained with its legs dragged, both hands bent, and occasionally let out a strange sound from my mouth if it happened to cross paths with the ghosts of the inhabitants of the area.

"So tired of being a ghost?"

Step by step I walked through the entire hallway in the area. However, none of my friend's noses I found. There are even ghostly leaks whose hands are not less crooked with me. It just crossed my mind, though,

"If the ghost in this village is the original form of a sissy how? Wasn't his hand used to being bent before he became a ghost? What after being a ghost, bent it into that square? So spiral dong?"

When I imagined like that, suddenly there was a ghost whose hand was bent squared aka spiral, passing in front of me.

"Aaaaaaargh sontoloyo base .., apparently should not think strangely here. That's why I thought Mita ..."

When I came to a rather large house and there were trees beside it, I was like hearing the sound of rafters from the yard planted with many trees.

"What sound is that?"

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