
WHY COULD HE DIE
At a school in the middle of nowhere, at the time of the course of history. Mr. Sofyan the history teacher who glazed over. Ask his students. When did the Diponegoro War begin.
The class was silent for a moment. Even the sound of crickets is not heard in the ears. He also repeated his question. But felt, after almost a few minutes and repeated his question.
None of the students answered. Stay as still as the Dutch cemetery. Mr. Sofyan who felt quite upset bin Congkol, finally he appointed one of the students to answer him. “Fatih, try to answer. When did the Diponegoro War start!?”
Fatih forget-forget remember, “Umm.. ummm, that's Sir. After Maghrib, sir,” he replied later.
“Hahh!” suddenly, Mr. Sofyan was shocked at the laughter of almost one classroom. “Dwelling Fat. The Diponegoro War began in 1825,”, Pak Sofyan explained to Fatih.
But what is explained instead of understanding is back to refute, “Tuhh is really me Sir. 18.25 It was after Maghrib, sir,” Fatih said in a protest tone.
Mr. Sofyan can only use the hands of Khabib Nurmagomedov. Sofyan continued his question. The Diponegoro War. This time Mr. Sofyan asked, the reason why the fighters could die on the battlefield.
Fatih Langung held his right hand up. At first Mr. Sofyan hesitated to let Fatih answer his question. But because no one else answered, so Mr. Sofyan with weight let him.
“Iyaa, Fat. Why do fighters die on the battlefield?” asked Sofyan uninspiredly.
“Because bengong, Sir,” said Fatih.
Gubrakk. Mr. Sofyan could only shake his head while drawing thick blood from his nose.
MY FAMILY
In the middle of the road when you want to go home. Sabeno saw a crowd of people. He was curious and asked the people around. “Mas what's wrong? how did rame bener?”
“That's Mas, someone got hit. Kasian really again found out who his family is,” said people around there.
The curious Sabeno immediately dissipated in the crowd. “Excuse me, excuse me. Please I want to go through,” Sabeno said.
One of the people in the crowd was tickling, “Where to go, Mas. Queue donk!?”
Sabeno paused for a moment, and looked back at the crowd he was in. Then ask back,”This is the crowd that collided, right?”
“Not. It's a line of chemists, Mas. Crowd collision the other one,” said one of the people who swarmed it.
Walaahh, it turns out Sabeno entered the crowd wrong. Anyway, great yep. There can be two crowds next to the gini in one place. Sabeno finally went to the other crowd. Hopefully this time it's right.
But he had trouble getting to the front, to see the victim of the collision. He did not lose his mind, he shouted loudly claiming to be a family member of the crash victim.
“Move, move. My love passed. My family. My family. This is our family card. This is our family card!? shouted Sabeno.
As a result, the people who swarmed also moved aside. Gave Sabeno a chance to pass. But how shocked Sabeno when he found out that the hit was a baboon boy.
Sabeno pretended to have epilepsy while removing foam and boba from his mouth and ears.
BALDHEADED
For almost seven years Sabeno let his hair grow until almost a cane. He also let his face be overgrown with a thick beard, mustache and sideburns.
One day his son came home crying after being teased by his friend. Because his father is said to resemble the genderuwo of the asem tree. Finally, because he did not want his son to cry again, because he was ridiculed by his friends.
Sabeno shaved all the hair on his head until it became shiny bald. He also shaved off his beard, mustache and beard. Coming home from the hairdresser. On the way he saw his son playing with his friends.
Sabeno wanted to know if the child still knew him if his hair was bald and all the fine hairs on his face were shaved off. He approached his son and asked him.
“Assalamualaikum, Son. You know Mr Sabeno's house?” sabeno asked to test his son.
His son looked at Sabeno for a moment. Then he ran in fear towards his house. Arriving at home his son shivered and asked for blankets with his mother. He said to his mother.
“Bu, I have shaved his hair until bald. Then there was a man's face behind his head, and he forgot where his house was. Don't-don't, Buu...”.
GOOD LOO HE
That said, this is the story of a man who had an extraordinary child. When his wife was pregnant. He is a typical husband who is very very happy and possessive with his beloved wife.
Because his wife is indeed an independent career woman, quite successful and quite stubborn. My husband is a big businessman. He was very rich and could fulfill all his wife's wishes.
But you want how again, maybe because of the character and character of his wife who is working. The husband is almost every fifteen minutes in the state of his wife via text, wa, instagram, email, twitter, telegram and also by phone.
Who else is it the same? eat what? drink what? whose meeting is it? who's sitting next to? used to the toilet flushed what not? Anyway macem-macem behavior possesive, up to the peak.
The possessive husband is looking here and there for the female doctor to check the condition of the womb until the wife from the time of pregnancy to childbirth. The reasons the husband wants to use the services of a female doctor are.
Let ‘something’ that is completely already his, not seen the same coin by other men. Gilla is a husband. Until finally thanks to his colleagues and network of work, the possessive husband can dapetin a female doctor who is right for nanganin his wife in pregnancy until giving birth later.
Until the wife finally felt the contractions and finally went through a fairly difficult process, the baby came out. Surprisingly the baby who was still red came out without a sound of crying. He turned to the left and to the right.
As if I could look around him. Even though the baby can only see clearly when he was about two weeks after birth. The strangest thing the baby looked at the doctor and said.
"Good loo him.”
The baby can already talk like a five-year-old.
Gubbrak.
At once the doctor and several female sisters who were there fainted. After waking up, the doctor decided to stop being a doctor, and decided to choose to be paranormal.