WOMEN AND GRAVES
STOP ACTING LIKE A GHOST
Last night's spate of events really created a dizzy sensation in Kumal's head. Out of reason, inviting a number of fireflies around his eyes. He gripped his hair with his head in a hand-stick position.
He was half-believing and half-awareness, last night, Old Man came to open his inner eyes, he met Beautiful Ghost, he was also chased by ugly ghosts, even now, he was also chased, The beautiful ghost she met was sleeping soundly on her bed.
It was like being confronted by a steep road along with the traps that were waiting for him. Damnit damnit! Why am I silent when the old man opens my eyes? Why didn't I realize earlier last night that the beautiful woman I met on the graveyard tomb was actually a ghost? And why would I so easily say yes when the beautiful ghost begs to take her home to the contract? Oh, the chaotic mind managed to make Kumal's forehead oscillate like a wave hit a rock on the beach.
Meanwhile, amidst the storm within Kumal's head, Beautiful Ghost rose from the bed and felt his strength had fully recovered. Beautiful Ghost rubbed her eyes, scratched her slightly itchy body, allowed her already-muttered hair, and occasionally she yawned wide. The ghost, just like an ordinary girl who had just woken up from a slightly beautiful dream.
Beautiful Ghost turned towards Kumal who was looking back at him. The ghost tilted its head, visible from its pair of eyes, a young man sat bent down and propped his head up with his hands. The young man seemed to have many thoughts and burdened himself with those thoughts. Man is so, Beautiful Ghosts are inward, all the things he thinks.
Willing to thank you for giving a place to go home, Beautiful Ghost floated into the young man's ears, and tried to tease Kumal with a voice made soft, “Why do you look anxious?”
Kumal almost toppled over and he suddenly turned pale. He is still not used to ghosts, especially with Beautiful Ghosts in his house. “You startled me,” Kumal said later, after he began to calm down a little by realizing that the ghosts in his house are not dangerous nor too scary. “Stop acting like a ghost.”
“I am a ghost!” pretty Ghost Screams. He looks upset. He ruffled his waist and held his mouth in the air.
“I know you're a ghost, so I told you to stop acting like a ghost, so I completely forgot that you're a ghost.”
“Why did you give me orders?!”
“Because I'm your master.”
“Since when did you become my master?”
“Since you decided to follow me home.”
Beautiful Ghost grumbled, he indeed thanked the young man for helping him from chasing ghosts to find a mate and also took him home. However, it cannot be used as an excuse, that the young man is now his master. He will never want to enslave himself to man, for he was also a man.
Beautiful Ghost raised his index finger, pointed right at Kumal's forehead, and he also looked at the young man very sharply. “Hai, Boy! Stop acting like a shaman!” rutuk Beautiful Ghost, almost made Kumal's guts shrivel.
“Aduh....,” Beautiful Ghost ruffled her hair because it was too upset. “Lantas I should how?” continued Beautiful Ghost a little resigned.
“Be like ordinary women in general.”
“Ha?!” Beautiful Ghost gawking.”Are you an avid demon?!”
“Are you not a demon too!”
“I'm too pretty to be a demon.”
“Then?”
“Aduh..” Beautiful Ghosts back ruffled her hair, now her straight hair is getting divorced - not careless. “Good. Alright, I will obey your will.”
“Good if you understand.”
Beautiful Ghost revealed an evil smile, it seemed like he also had a pretty evil plan. He floated up and sat down at Kumal's side, holding his hand with the young man's hand, and then leaned against Kumal's shoulder. “This is what you want from women?” the Goda Beautiful Ghost made Kumal's tongue muffled and speechless.
Kumal's cheeks instantly blushed, coldly ghostly body, making the heart thump of Kumal resemble the sound of a fart being hit hard.
“Ka... ka.. you..”.
“Already, Boy, don't babble much,” cut the Beautiful Ghost on the disjointed word Kumal. The beautiful ghost further tightened her entanglement.
“Don't call me a boy again. I'm Kumal. G. Kumal Aksara's. And ...”
“And you are not a loser!” cut off the Beautiful Ghost again, completely setting her chest on fire due to the scrumptious friction of the tightness. They are also lulled by a relationship between nature, human nature and the ghost realm. They can't think straight. The wind deliberately stroked the two, to close their eyes again, even though it was still too early. “Alright, Kumal, I understand,” igau Beautiful Ghost in his sleep.
