The Story of the Spooky Story

eps. 8

just keep going again, my friend.....

I still remember, one night I was rained and wanted to ride a sleep in a mosque.malang one of the mosque managers even immediately kicked me out.because he called me a crazy person.but I do not blame the person, he said,because maybe he saw my current situation was very shabby and dekil.maklum course I was always hot even often rain on my way that is not necessarily that direction.

one time I was thrown by a small child.murit elementary school fresh home school while.cries" crazy" the boy's compote rained down on my body with gravel,as a result, I suffered injuries to my face and skin.

once was a mother who owned a rice shop that tried to evict me when I intended to buy a pack of rice in her stall.The mother also considered me a crazy person.the proof when I put money to her. the mother looked confused maybe the mother thought that there was a crazy person who had money and wanted to buy rice.

so are some of my forever experiences in the adventure that I will never forget in my entire life.

until one day without ever planning in the slightest.until I am in a very remote place, a very remote place,there is not a single house of residents.in this place there is only a stretch of wilderness even though there is not the slightest feeling of trepidation or fear in my chest.

I continued to step over the bushes and twigs of tree branches until I finally saw there was a small hut in the forest that I recently knew as the base of the hut.This is the forest area that according to the legend of the parents in the land of banten is the territory of the prince arya dillah, the son of the sultan hasanudin who was born from the lustful queen jin pulosari who seduced the prince while ascetic.

hajj deeng story is similar to the story of a people in the days of the prophet david who was so fond of fishing that he forgot to worship God, and finally got the curse of his form turned into a monkey.

I don't know, the story of Haji deeng is just or just a lengenda. I don't know for sure.yg I can never forget in the hut located in the middle of the hut that I met with a grandfather who for me is very strange, very strange, his clothes were dirty but he always put the hajj coffiyah on his head.is this grandfather meant as haji deeeng ???

again I can't be sure Grandpa just asked me to call it a battery....

since I first met him in this brown grandfather always amazed me.he not only read all my past, but he could also know what was in my heart, he said, for example, about the flames of revenge that smoulder in my chest as well as my desire to embalm that revenge to the people who have insulted me.

continue later on my friend....