The Thorn in the Family

What Is A Ghost?

“Hay..”

In the darkness of the night, without any meaningful light, only the tinge of the moon and the star are wrapped in its gray clouds. The night tends to be darker than usual, especially the spatter fluttering without permission. Sayup-sayup Dance, heard someone calling. Spontaneous makes his eyes circulate looking for the source of the sound.

“Hay” again the voice was heard, if it was only vague but not now. The voice sounded clearer and even tended to get closer.

Dance is in the same position. His eyes were all around. “Hah dark once, where deserted anyway. Whose voice was it?” ask him with himself. He began to scratch his hair wrapped in a blue veil.

“Kok so goosebumps like this” groaned back by trying to turn on the motor.

“Duh, where now night jum’at anyway. I shouldn't have stayed here long. After all I can calculate monthly expenses when at home” yes grumbling to blame yourself who feel abandoned.

“You why is also fussy everything? I know that widows are unmarried and have no brothers. Pake strike event all”

“Hey..”.

The sura was becoming clearer, as was the law of idhar reading. It even sounded like behind him standing up,

“Why just hay, hay only? What ghost is this person? If the ghost why call hay-hay just continue from earlier?. What acquaintance do you want?” his grunts returned wrapped in an immeasurable sense of annoyance.

“Please dong don't bother me. I am a widow, no one can help me. So don't bother dong. My flesh is also bitter, for some days I have no appetite. My body only had skin and bones left. Please just find another meal, which is fresher and more tender” replied Tari, by closing her eyes. He lowered his head not daring to stare around, his feet were already shaking immeasurably. Moreover, he smelled a fragrant smell that was so striking and getting closer.

“Please just step aside there. Hus...hus....” expel him later, without daring to look back. One hand wagged backwards with eyes still tightly closed.

...Allahu la ilaha illaa huw al - hayyul - qayyum. La ta khuzuhu sinatuw wa la na um. Lahuma fis - samawatu wa ma fil -ard....

Haha....

The voice of a man who laughed, he laughed so lightly, as if he was very happy that night.

“You think I'm a ghost?” he whispered right next to the ears of Dance, to make the body of Dance more creeps countless more that night drizzle mixed with the wind that blows slowly.

“Soaring..”.

“Please move aside, my meat is bitter not tasty!” shouts back.

“Hay Tar, open your eyes. It's me, look” Rama back to sound. He said slowly enough to reduce the fear that whack his interlocutor.

Slowly, Dari began to open her eyes. He slid down slowly. The chanting of the verses of the Quran still ceaselessly comes out of its sweet mouth.

“Jeez Dance, open your eyes. Look at me, look at my feet still on the ground. I'm human” he laughs amusedly at the behavior of the woman in front of him.

Hearing that remark, made Tari open her eyes perfectly. His eyes quickly looked at the person in front of his eyes.

“Job Mas Rama!” Dance smothered her mouth with her hands. His eyes widened in shock and endured the immeasurable embarrassment that night. It was like drowning his face in the dark of the night.

“So, what's still afraid? Take it easy I won't eat you tonight” later Rama's tease. While Dance he had to be determined to hold the shame of what he had just done at that time.

“But I don't know if someday. Who knows the fate of another will” his god then in a small voice and barely audible by the Dance who now stands before him.

“What's mas?”

“No, it's nothing. The cook is just as scared of ghosts. What year is this neng? Where are ghosts today?”

“Ya the name is also afraid of Mas, what else is it now night jum’at goosebumps suddenly. Mas Rama himself why not just talk hay, hay only from earlier?” upset Dance with a little melengos, he was annoyed and embarrassed to feel at work by Rama.

“You why the clock hasn't come home yet. Here there is more danger than ghost”

“Hah? What is it?”

“Criminals, human-shaped ghosts are much more dangerous when they are like this. Why not go home?”

“The motor broke down Mas, from earlier can not be turned on. Mas itself from where this clock is still on the road?” reply Dari with frustration after trying many times to turn on the motor but can not turn on as well.

“You forgot? I am a dis-empowerment who must be ready whenever and wherever people need help”

Dance began to nod in understanding.

“Let me try”

Rama started taking over the Dance motorbike. He started with the motor manual. Standard in the middle so that it can be turned on manually.

Jeglek...

Jeglek...

Jeglek....

Many times Rama, tried to light up. The sweat on his forehead started pouring into each other that night. I don't know, Dari himself does not know exactly what is sweat or rain drops that perch on Rama's forehead. While Dari, he chose to pull over sitting next to Rama's bike parked on the side of the yard.

Thirty minutes later, Rama was still struggling to try to justify the Dance motor.

“Mas, how?” the slow and quiet voice was heard making Rama have to lift his face and look to the side.

Slowly Rama, began to shake his head slowly.

Huft...

While Dance he breathed long. He was also worried if someone would mistakenly see him both nights. Their current status is that of widows and widows.

“I am indeed a specialist for human organs. But really my knowledge for motorcycle organs is absolutely no” said Rama later by throwing a smile without guilt.

“If can't do anything in jasin? What was that from earlier?” tari's grunt that he did not convey, was quite stuck in his heart that night. He chose to smile as a sense of appreciation for the effort that Rama had done that night.

“We just go home yes, for a while let the bike put here only. I'll take you home” bargain Rama then by starting to put the motorcycle Dance into the store.

Why not just now, you know that I've been lying on the bed.

“Not bother Mas, I can walk. My house is also close, right?”

“Hah close from where? Your house is still three kilos metre here. Do you want to see a real ghost tonight?”

Seriate....

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