Short Story (Cerpen)
There are Ghosts Everywhere
Category: Gokil Short story
Title: Everywhere There Are Ghosts
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The story I was in SD, I was most afraid of the same thing as ghosts. In my mind the ghost likes to surprise aka surprise.wah means romantic ghost dong, not! Ghosts are not surprised to keep carrying cars, continue ngasiin with an innocent face.no! But there, ghosts surprise by looking at lo. lo shadow aka a variety of super duper ghost faces are unique and creepy. Some of his face is flattened by truck, some are carrying a dipper. Means the possibility of death there are two, in the bathroom fit again bath, or at the crossroads when again begging even dilindes odong-odong hii tragic sereemmm. There is a stomach behind him perforated.if this death may be a victim of malpractice, because the worry runs out. His doctor had a heart attack and kept dying, so it didn't get stitched up. But why didn't he go to a tailor? hmmm 0_0'.
Of the many ghosts, there is a ghost that makes me most curious is pocong!!, I think the pocong is the most unyu, the clothes are like bolsters on the mattress, bring it to me 0_0, I want to see, and her clothes are also like her innate bulldoze wants to splash her with vegetable sauce, mix shrimp chili, eggs and it's definitely lezattt once #ngilerrrr
But this broo pocong is not food!!!
Oh yes, I forgot
Moreover, this is the way, according to me this pocong was the dream of a crank athlete but not deliverability and death hunt. See how the road goes.
I want to say, cong!! There's guts for you to play the same kronk me. #alis rose
My activities during SD in addition to studying at SD Negeri 010086 Range, I also studied njai. Very far where I saw, like you travel through two continents, 200 islands, 180 mountains, and millions of lies even though I missed the lincong also nyampek ‘alias neighbors.
After praying magrib, with handsome use lobe, cocoa shirt while nenteng iqro.
Waiting for the cement in front of the house so that together to go to the place of guru njai, even though I was timid even though he did his salary in a neighboring place.
As I waited for my friends, my neighbor placed his house next to my house and next to my teacher's house. Her name is Tika! He approached me, as usual he was the one who always wanted to. Meeting him is 'Azab' that makes me like that picture.
So crucial is his role in my life, just imagine.
Ggik!
Surely you wait for ten ya to both go njai. Because you're afraid to go alone?
Yes, but I'm not afraid. I just love the passing of the #sok cool (when alesan because I'm scared).
How many seconds later my temen was on the come, the leg was spared from 'Azab' sniffing chest.
The jovial road together with temen-temen to where guru njai.
Because it's still small. While waiting for the turn to play smackdown play the same temen I am the epri, playing suit but not playing girl because at that time I was not a playboy. Not yet in beauty because not old enough alias still a child.
Various naji equipment brought by my friends. Among them are iqro and qur'an. There is a manual alias use the hands, some are like toothpicks. Maybe have his father kaliya eat up continue to be picked up #creative. there is an antenna control car #remember beware of the wrong conversation especially those who are prone to say rrrrr so *sensorrr. There are people who use a lidi, and fortunately no one wants to use a broom. Lo imagine if njai nelintuk use broomstick, kirai OB want to clean, SARAPPP! But fortunately there is no, indeed the lucky again njai holiday, because rumors he was sick because of sprains durian hmmmm hmm #ngaco
I'm manual, with my hands. I think it's more safety and accuracy.
But the right hand, and not the left hand. Because my left hand is a lot of duty, in addition to snacking also while scratching the butt of #keceplosan 0_0
After one by one they were ready to go, they went straight home.
One. one. one. one uh long stay together Epri, hancurr Because the epri is also a coward.
A few minutes later we were ready to teach, this is where the new adventure began. Like batman and superman who are doing the task of helping people with lightning fast, we look at the glazed face and hold a hug. Not no!! I'm not a HOM*
Given the millions of ghosts preparing to surround us.
1…
2…
3. cuss
The first obstacle passed, and I arrived at the gate of my house.
Haaa huu haaa sigh my breath. Before opening the fence,
Again 'AZAB' approached this time collaborating with his brother. Tika and faisal, tika,
I am #mirisss
Ggik!
Must have run away because of fear? Hahaha
Yes, but I'm not scared. I just practice running, because in my school there is a race run tomorrow #ngeles (padahat timid).
But because Tika and her brother already knew that I was a coward, they began to launch their efforts to scare me.
Ggik. It was in your house, in that tree #while pointing, 'it had a kikikikikik kuntilanak like that laughs'.
Tika.
And that's ggik! 'In gerasi lo house, there gundoruwo' greet his brother.
His body is tall, large, his hair is shaggy, horny and red-toothed.
It flashed through my mind how creepy they were, my fear started to explode. I imagine if I walk home, continue to be shocked the same gundoruwo big body, haired gondrong, horned and red begigi.
What's my reaction?
Maybe I uda keciprit-ciprit until peed in pants, running around like a cat in a trance. Die me. Snarling while biting iron fence house #miriss
In the shadows, howling what was spoken by tika and her brother, who,
Suppose I was afraid, the only sound I heard clearly was their words, ghost.
Carry with the atmosphere, while closing the ears. Screaming 'MAMAAAAK'
As if it managed to scare me, tika and her brother also ran away.
Wonder Women is my mother. Alhamdulillah ya onglo, finally the prayer of the persecuted and oppressed in the pottery. All my fears are answered. Mom immediately picked me up who was cold to death from fear.
Why ogi?
Afraid of many ghosts,
Fear of ghosts. Ghosts also used to eat rice, ogi ogi eat what?
Rice is also ma, cook the shard of a lumping horse.. Say it while grinningrrrr :D
Holding my mom's hand, walking together
Owh, it turns out that ghosts eat rice huh. #catet
This is called peace. Since then I have dared to go and go home by myself.
My mom is wonderful women
