
Azria house is more like a base-camp now, the children of the bourgeois skipped school, courtship, motorbike racing (do not ask for licenses, obviously do not have) Azria parents are getting busy with their work, Azria's parents are getting busy with their work, even reportedly his mother is out of the country taking care of a new branch of the company there. So. here we are, bunch of “nomaden” kids.
“Hyang, cooking utensils lo kasih si mbak aja to be cleaned. What schools open warteg anyway?! ‘mah people brought books, you even bring a frying pan!”
“Iya.. do not I use also ko, I am the school moved, Mega Cipinang complex!? Hahahaa.. lo know it's just my stockings to be given pocket money and unplug from home”_ answered me while taking a cigarette and drinking tea that I don't know who has it spelled.
“There are still cigarettes lo Hyang? For dong.” “ No one has come out again Hyang goods, like bokap I also have not been dapet again. later you see the situation again huh Hyang, when hockey when amsyong business luck.
we hehehee.. “ "Sipp... commission 'aja 50-50, ok"_ "Commission the hell rob!? hahaa.. Yes, no worries me bebe Hyang Sminaminaee!!"
Azria knows now that I have the ability (aiihh...it feels amused to swear that I said this ability is the supernatural ability indigo whatsoever, ORIGINAL!? I feel like a shaman spewing that mantra!) With
almost 99% correct accuracy of hearing vision and my intuition about events, I was lazy to be called by any name. And I also don't feel like I'm anyone or even want to show myself. All my abilities, only people I trust very well can know. The rest, believe not if
I said I was showing myself as an un-popular silly clumsy just not really a girl ‘deh. I'm LAZY at this high school. I'd rather be with Azria and the “wasted”nya.
Wasted. Freaks. Abnormally. Perverted. Absurd. Godforsaken. Satanist. Specially? Said Mother. Yeah.. Mama said! Good thing, I have a reason to become a member of the Azria House gang.
Mama, who has been with me my whole life up to this point, has witnessed so many strange things that have happened to me,
his own daughter, finally could not stand it. He was terrified to see my ability. He“give up”, give up loving me for who I am. The proof is that he said I was like that. He even called out to the shaman now!? Serious shaman with a complete teaching and development of seven forms (BAHH!!) strange, she said I was a child of the devil but
he even called a real demon for my “heal”. What happened what? 'Wak shamannya sick, severe instead, reportedly up to weeks bedrest (kaaaann... who was reflected back the energy sent to me!? Who the hell taught a fool so Wak shaman?? Wonder deh.) and this is not once, many times even to the point of lying I was invited to go with the reason between meeting mama's friends whose ends I “ditelaah”, the cool language IS DUBIAH!? (BAHH AGAIN!!).
Sorry sorry, I'm not surprised by myself, with all that ability. I also asked, why am I? Which side is my fault? Why am I different from the others? Why does being like this fall into the abnormal category? I ‘kan not fly here and there with a broomstick or blow up someone else's house with a curse!? Ahhh. Anyway I also experienced a lot of difficulties FYI with being this me. The worst is, this is ‘kan no teacher. There is no school. Don't go to school, the books I can guide are not there. I have my own confusion once there is a new ability. As happened during the late Echoes. Only after that flocked came the souls of souls who are dead and still have “hutang” in the world and asked me to help them. Try it?! Ribet doesn't have this life? Not to mention they sometimes appear as they please. Yep! As he pleased. Do not use’ in time and place. Wherever whenever they appear (with their magic face plus smell that is no less magical!?) try pikiiirr!!
While taking a shower, bakk! Appearing female head only half, the smell is rotten, continue to cry while talking that only God knows what she’s trying to say!? It took me days to understand that he was just apologizing to his mother for running away from home and carrying the motorcycle that he finally got scuttered, it was hacked and his body was thrown into a ravine that was in either hemisphere. Not his mother, where am I going to go?? Finally I can only “come to” the mother through her dream and “make” so her daughter and apologize.
_Eh? Hello.. You're still listening to me, right? The media hasn't read my story yet, right?! Hello. guuuyyss!! Well. I hope you are ready not only born mind but also mentally to continue reading the story of Rahyang Kirana. Thank you ‘loh in advance. Iaaaaang deh same you guys!! Haha.. _
After tons of experience, I began to be very immune to ghost, jejadian creatures, the lost soul. Demon, genie, pocong, kunti, gunduruwo what is it, you name it... I got it! Ehh.. I’ve deal with it. Even now they can handle it, I'm teaching a human clock. Human clock. Media to convey messages and so on. Let's not get dizzy and so I can BRING MY OWN VEHICLE CALMLY AND WELL THE WAY LIKE A HORSE CARRIAGE DRIVEN BY MR. KUSER!!_ do not arbitrarily mena mena popped and disperse my concentration when such an important moment, there I could be one of you!?. OHHH!!. No thanks!? Not now! I still want to be angry and happy. Aamiins.
I am still a member of the Tangled Gang ‘Idup (our joke against each other that fellow “ dumped/exiled” society, #Kriukk. hahaa) are the most reserved. I'm the corner resident, I'm the nerd, I'm the kindest and sane listener among all the friends who came to hang out at Azria's house. The worst of my behavior they've had is smoking and drinking alcohol. Others not. I'm afraid of syringes (nge ‘nenerbuk also kekulku) and can not swallow pills, any size whatever shape. I don't know why. Even when I had a headache, I had to get rid of the aspirin first and just thaw it and drink it. Otherwise, even three liters of water wouldn't be swallowed by me that's a pill as big as green beans!?.
At home Azria free, drugs, alcohol. It's almost like a party every day of our lives here. What is clear is that all these party parties, if you want to be honest, are just camouflage. We danced, laughed and so on, but still, deep down inside us, we were the ones who were cast aside, numbered by the ones who were supposed to be the ones who accepted and loved us the most. Our own FAMILY. We are the ones with the most hurt, sad hearts. We eventually became a family with a complete stranger. We become close and loving to protect each other, always there for each other, at any time, whatever circumstances. And yes, to the extent of our behavior, we do not stab each other from behind let alone plunge. About smoking or drinking or using drugs, we do not encourage or force others to do so and threaten if they do not want to be expelled from the gang. No. gabe. We fair. Wearing it, please. Buy your own funds and do not rest by inviting
others let alone circulate out. Oh yes, we are fucked up this is safe from the security apparatus not just because the father of the house owner is a police officer, no, we are safe because I “protect” them. Every day will come “sial”, I give an announcement to all so as not to come on the specified day. Multiplication
times we escaped whatsocalled raids. Hahaa. sorry, but I have to “protect” my family.
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Years changed, from 1st grade to finally I was 3rd grade, approaching graduation. Azria Pun. Just a few who for one reason or another, hahahaa failed to take the class or pass the exam. Even the dead are not two. Richard, Max, Lolita, Hasna, Fauzi? Rita, died in mid-semester because of OD. The hilarious, Lolita and Fauzi, after becoming ghosts they still go out and fight each other because of Lolita's jealousy
apparently even death, not using their world affairs. They've been lingerin' for a while at Azria's house, every
morning ‘nongol complete school uniform and attributes, hahahaaa.. . They are still “feel” must wake up and go to school (read ditching and ‘numpang dating at Ria's house). Hasna, kept crying over her cat, she said, “who would love kitty like meuu?? Kitty's sleeping with whoa?? Huaaaa..” Noise ORIGINAL guys!?
Richard declares his love for me (yeah right Rich!? Lo so human not necessarily I want to be your girlfriend, let alone lo ‘udah ‘nenbah gini fitting I hug?!) MaX, Rita and several others who died from illness or accident, left peacefully. Or at least I think so, because they only come once on the day they change the world and pamit utnuk then not come again. Makes me wonder thou’..why can they go in peace?
Isn't their life bad, is it? Shouldn't they have a thousand reasons to sway and become curious spirits? They go to heaven or hell? From the look of their spirit, they actually seem much more
handsome/beautiful clean sparkling tub washed dishes sunl*ght. hahaa. There was absolutely no sadness or inner wound on their faces. They seem happy to die. I don't know. I will and will always pray for them. After all, God is All-Knowing and All-Good.
Dealing with something like this, for me to learn and understand some things, well, although limited to my understanding anyway. Of course, if we do good deeds, obey worship and so on, we are auto-heaven people. Well, I know some ghosts who turned out to be obedient people, but then died in a tormented state. Wh why? my question turns out, while in the world, they obey yes obey, but their hearts “busuk”. Some even invoke God for their own sake. Politics, fraud under the guise of donations, religious shiar that turns out not
change it only to “start” allow their behavior. Amit-amit!? There is also a full of tattoos, metal-punk ‘abis-out. Ehh. they died in a state of peace and happiness, they did not feel the slightest pain when the Angel took their lives. Their funerary affairs and after life travel are also “happy”, adem. So my understanding is Be a clean-hearted human being, as bad as
whatever life. ‘Toh all deeds, only God has the ultimate in judging. And that does not mean do not believe and believe in the existence of God and all His power must be. Worship, pray and hold on to God and His Book is MANDATORY. THE CAMKAN!! _