T O H's
Mental Potato
At 00:01 Mojokembang Village time,
As usual Jaka came home a little late at night after taking care of the foundation that he managed. Like tonight back late yes until the house is so late even time has shown midnight.
While entertaining the heart while slowly driving the dirt bike owned by the wife. Jaka somewhat humming softly in order to ward off the cold that began to reach the skin to make the pores getting bigger and in Javanese is called katisen or cold.
By speeding slowly Jaka passed the houses that had been locked tightly. Because it has been so night, of course, the occupants of the house have also been following their own dreamland.
“Ah is so quiet, so peaceful my city. This is supposed to be a city, not every day dealing with demons is not good yes,” grumbled Jaka while driving and began humming a song created by Iwan Fals entitled pete flower.
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I'll give you a pete flower
The eternal yet kere love sign
Throw away your grand dreams
Because we can't make fake money
If any of us fall ill
It is better not to go to the doctor
Because the cost of doctors here, linked in high clouds
Our love loves the streets, who are rigidly drunk at the crossroads
Our love the street love, the arrogant face the situation
May our lives be happy
May our lives be prosperous
May our lives be happy
May our lives be prosperous
I'll give you a pebble
Stifled inner affection sign
Take good care even if we get stuck
From increasingly narrow opportunities
Our love loves the streets, who are rigidly drunk at the crossroads
Our love the street love, the arrogant face the situation
May our lives be happy
May our lives be prosperous
May our lives be happy
May our lives be prosperous
May our lives be happy
May our lives be prosperous
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriter:
Flower Lyrics Pete ©
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“Ah is indeed steady love verses Iwan Fals always hit and in its meaning,” Jaka continues to drive because he wants to go home and hug his wife's daughter. While imagining the no-no if he and the Princess make out tonight must be mak nyus, he thought in his heart.
Still a kilo to his house is located and he entered the banana garden that once made him reach. The first time you can activate the fire anger mode that makes you fall ill for a few days.
Slowly but surely Jaka continued to drive through the increasingly thick fog from within the banana forest on his right and left.
“Allah wants to scare me, yes, use the show down the fog from inside the banana forest. Sori ya no effect, free serving like this mending home sweet powder same Mama Daughter dear, dear, beloved, ter what else ya ter deh, hehe, dear,” said Jaka continues to drive the trail motor a bit tight.
The gloom of the night that paints the dark sky without stars. Making the banana forest darker and feels also mystical air that envelops around the forest area. As usual, the leaves of the banana trees dangling like giant hands continued to flutter on each side of the forest. Like a row of hands lined up neatly and only hands waving and calling want to invite us to play.
“This time it was here, ehm yes it is true I still remember the same morning run Dava, here nih meet the poci. Where he where he let me now who instead of scaring, once humans scare ghosts. Cook the ghosts that scare people. Alright we find the check poci, hehe,” jelap Jaka who is in the mode of nosy mind bin jail, pull his motorbike on the side of the road right on the edge of the forest. Act like a lost person by sitting pensively playing a piece of twig in his hand.
In order to lure the poci come and he can avenge scaring the poci who used to be fitting Jaka and Dava was jolly run in the morning even in the same mess as the poci.
“Mana nih Si Poci ah elah, the awaited turn he did not come. The turn is not in search of him comes like a former who failed to moveon just tuh the poci,” grumbled Jaka looked there and there looking for the whereabouts of the poci.
“Hehehe this way when I was joining. People prank his friend or someone else I am not a demon I prank haha, Jombang city hard friend,” grumbled Jaka laughed himself while covering his mouth.
For a moment the wind changed direction and the air grew colder. There was a noise like someone was approaching but so fast from the direction of Jaka's belakan. So it makes a very noisy sound due to friction something objects collide with trees and leaves from banana trees.
Damage, damage, damage, damage,
The voice was getting clearer and clearer to Jaka's ears. The fog is getting thicker and the night is getting darker. Jaka who was from the beginning to try the poci of banana forest dwellers remained calm and relaxed despite the fact that it was a skull-faced pocong and scorch and maggots came out of his eye sockets that had no eyes and only the middle skull approached with a straight flying mode and so fast towards Jaka.
“Ehm, um, come-come him. Tonight don't expect you to get away with your mental noses the same as me ya poci, be prepared, you ugly poci, you ugly poci,” grumbled Jaka still with a sitting position playing a dry twig in his hand while whistling as if he wanted to outwit the pocong that came by pretending not to know that the pocong was approaching.
And in the end a figure of a traveling pocong or poci that Jaka called it had come and stood but flew not treading the ground behind Jaka. His form this time was so creepy that the shroud that wrapped his body in several parts had been ragged and covered with earth comberan.
What's more in some parts of the shroud worn has been torn so that it is clear that the crushed body in the worm gerogoti and caterpillars there are also leeches there are also snakes attached there.
“Hey, hey,” heavy sound nan loud but echoing and maximum hoarse power released by the poci to scare someone in front of him who is none other than Jaka without realizing by the poci themselves.
“Hehe, got you the wrong poci himself ever scare me hayo hit mentally now ya,” while Jaka's body again turn his cells into embers. From every pore comes out like a blaze. This time the fire mode anger that Jaka released is not like before. Because the fire mode of Jaka's anger this time has entered the last and highest stage so that the fire is not red or yellow. But the fire was lit in black like the story of hell fire in the story of the leading cleric in the story of one thousand and one nights Abu Nawas.
“Eh, Eh Loh Jaka Bin Wachid, lah, lah dead me, dead already,” grumpy poci fly back towards into the forest full of banana trees. But due to the intense heat of Jaka's angry fire mode, the flying pot becomes irregular and sometimes falls.
Indeed Jaka only intends to try the poci not to destroy it. Because the shape of the poci is not so dangerous as the demonic creatures of Jaka's other enemies. This time Jaka was just having fun with his recklessness after returning home from work.
“Woi poci, where are you, I'm here. Why run play yuk poci,” said Jaka still scared poci who were leaning on one of the banana trees looked scared.
“Kok so I'm afraid yes,” said poci who was hiding behind one of the banana trees.
“Hayo loh poci hey, hehe,” said Jaka, who is still in fire mode, tried to surprise the poci by suddenly appearing in front of him while turning on his anger fire mode.
“Huwa no Jaka...?!” shouted the fuzzy poci flying indeterminate direction occasionally hit the fallen banana tree then rose again and disappeared.
“Woi ci, poci, this is just prank woi, woi prank woi, wkwkwkwk, mental hooploh poci. The revenge mission is completed, hihihi,” said Jaka who was very satisfied with having bought the pot.
