HOGGY
THE GHOST OF MEN
This fourth mystery story is a story that experienced Mandra a traveling fried rice trader.
Mandra is a young man from Java who complained of fate or tried his luck wandering in bandung.
At the age of 25. God has not given him a soul mate or life partner. Therefore Mandra is active and intensively trading while looking for a mate.
As usual. Every morning Mandra went to the market, he had to buy what material he would process for later he resold it on the night.
From starting ngeliwet (cooked rice), preparing eggs, frying crackers and preparing vegetables and even seasoning, everything he did himself.
"Dra ..." call Mr. Mandra who has just finished with the event.
"Yes, sir." replied Mandra.
"Where does the fried rice trade? rame?" ask the contract.
Mandra chuckled as he scratched his non-itchy nape.
"Yes, sir. The name of the trade, sometimes rame, even sometimes also quiet." he replied.
A few hours passed now the time has shown 6 o'clock Maghrib. separated from Maghrib Mandra immediately filled his fried rice wagon with all the ingredients and equipment he needed.
"Connor ..." Mandra stepped up to push his wagon out of front of his contract.
On that night the sustenance of mandra really smoothly jaya. Like a waterfall flows from a cliff to fall to the bottom.
Mandra to qualahan serves many buyers who are willing to queue to get his typical Spanish fried rice.
"Laris mane cape kimpul. Trade out the money I have to collect." said Mandra with a smile that adorned his face.
Mandra checks the clock on his old phone. And the time has now shown at 22:30.
"Wah .. not strong. It was night too." said Mandra.
Mandra is a man who is not a coward. He was a man of great courage, like the brave and tough Marcopolo.
Before going back to the contract. As usual, Mandra will wash the dishes.
"Bang .. "call someone who arrives just standing next to Mandra's wagon and succeeds in making Mandra surprised.
"Allahu akbar." Mandra who was startled reflex took the srebet that was on his shoulder and then flicked it roughly to the face of the person.
"Had bang .. don't maen sabet it donk!, it hurts." said the man while rubbing his face.
Mandra momentarily fell silent and watched the man who seemed like he was going to buy his fried rice.
"Sorry, I was shocked and carried away. I thought it was a demon, uh it wasn't." said Mandra while grinning the horse.
"Bang .. I ordered one goyeng rice." pinta the man.
Mandra laughed out loud at the request of the man.
"Sorry, Bro. I do not sell goyeng rice. From the first ampe now that I sell it fried rice." said Mandra who now laughs again.
"Yes, that's what I mean by bang" said the man.
"Gok .. nope. The right thing sono. If you're real, you're back here again!" mandra's word while shaking his hand drove the man away.
"Bang ..." the man called back.
"Yes, why else, Loh?" Mandra dabbled waist.
"I'm a lo bang demon, how come there's no fear of him anyway?" the Ghost told him his identity, hoping that Mandra would get scared and give him a serving of his Spanish fried rice.
Not even afraid, Mandra even more annoyed with the actions of the man he did not know.
Madra walked over with anger in her chest. And with all her might, Mandra pushed the man to the ground.
"Bang ... rough is so!, remember bang! the buyer is king." said the ghost who resembles a man .
"Eh .. uh .eh. I have nantangin!" snapped Mandra.
"Now you go far away Sono! never dare to approach especially if you can say nasing nasing fried well and correctly!" drive Mandra and the Ghost man away with nothingness.
To eskoan. The ghost came back and approached Mandra who had just stayed away from his loyal customers.
"Bang ..." call the ghost of the man.
Mandra got up from sitting down, and immediately approached the ghost of the man and then rubbed the ghostly face of the man very roughly using his srebet wipe.
"Well hello!" Mandra grabbed and shook the ghost's head with all his might.
"Yes, bang. Excuse me. I forgot." he replied.
"Why do you do it again, huh?" snapped Mandra.
The ghost of the man looks gloomy after getting rough treatment from Mandra.
"I'm here to buy goyeng bang rice" replied the ghost man.
"Nor ... ! I told you Lo, don't ever come in the day if you haven't been able to talk fried rice, Understand!" mandra snapped back and then Mandra kicked the man's ghost's butt until it fell down.
The ghost of the man rose with a sad face and shed his tears.
How cruel ... Only this time the ghost has no pride at all.
The Ghost now disappeared and disappeared like it was lost in the swallow of the earth.
To esokan day. The ghost of the man did not reveal his nose to Mandra. Apparently, uh it turns out, the ghost of the man looks to be actively practicing sharpening his tongue skills to be immediately fluent in pronouncing his fried rice.
"Nasi goyeng ..100x." the male ghost said the word hundreds of times.
In the end, the ghost of the man felt tired and fell asleep.
Week pass. Now diligent training, along with patience, has produced results. The male ghost is now fluent in saying the word fried rice.
"Pokonya, if later the Mandra brother nanya the same I want to buy what, then I will immediately answer 'fried rice'" said the ghost man with his spirit that stirred gebu.
"Samlekom, bang Mandra." greeted the male ghost with great confidence.
Mandra who just finished washing dishes, now looks a little calm and relaxed.
"Lekomsalam." answered Mandra.
"Well .. I think you're training hard." guess Mandra.
"Kok bang Mandra can tell?" the ghost asked, astonished.
"Know it! your face is pale, rich man nangung moons." joked Mandra.
"O yeah, why did you come in the day?" Mandra tested the ghost of the man.
The ghost of the man now seemed determined to answer him.
"I'm here to buy fried rice bang!" assert the ghost of the man by specifying the chest feel proud.
"Oh .. great." Mandra looks satisfied with the ghost's eloquent answer.
Mandra stepped around the ghost who was still standing proudly.
And it occurred to Mandra's heart to ask one more question to the ghost.
"Oh, you want to buy some fried rice. So, what's the drink?" ask Mandra.
"Drinking .. drinking ice jeyuk aja bang." replied the ghost of the man.
Mandra was angry and felt unacceptable. Because in his lifetime he never sold ice jeyuk but orange ice.
"What do you mean? eloh tease me, huh? what I'm selling is iced oranges, why do you tease about ice jeyuk." An angry Mandra immediately pulled the man's ghost collar.
"We're exhausted, bye. I've seen my face for a long time too." Mandra beat the ghost of the man to death and unconscious.
