
At that time Te Apoyo's son traveled with the owner of the vehicle. As a driver, he also served as a tour guide on Nicorazon's travels there.
"Sir, what kind of tourist attractions do you like the most?" ask the vehicle owner.
"I like being associated with something that spurs adrenaline. But right now I want an ordinary tourist spot. Like ...," said Nicorazon stopped.
He saw the antique dealer. Then ask to come down. Just looking at the goods sold. When he realized it was a fake antique he just left it.
"In this country is very famous for mystical items," said the owner of the vehicle.
"But of course not all objects sold here have a mystical aura," continued the owner of the vehicle.
Te Apoyo's son nodded then he boarded the vehicle they had left behind for a while to see the antiques that turned out to be counterfeits.
"There is a beautiful lake, but famous haunted in this place. Although famous haunted many tourists visit it. If you are just taking pictures, the place is safe. But it is recommended that migrants do not touch the water" said the owner of the vehicle.
Usually a tourist spot that is crowded with unique stories to attract foreign tourists or local. The more scary the story is sometimes even more interesting the visitors.
Dion's grandson was interested in it. And ask to be delivered to that place. Throughout the trip the owner of the vehicle as well as the tour guide reminded not to touch the lake water.
"Calm down, I'll just take a picture. Anyway I still want to look elsewhere. And don't want my clothes to get wet" replied Nicorazon, glancing left and right.
In the same location a girl with long hair curled in two was crossing the street. He was heading to a shop. A shop that sells herbal medicines.
After entering he was not seen coming out even though he had been inside for an hour. While the person who had just entered had already come out before ten minutes was inside. But the girl was still busy weighing and wrapping the drugs.
"Thank you" he told each customer kindly.
He does this work on Sundays and holidays. The shopkeeper was a good friend of both his parents. They treated her like their own daughter.
Nicorazon now arrived at the area to which they had been aiming. He immediately got off his seat because the tourist area should not be entered by a vehicle. So they have to walk and park the vehicle in a special place.
"It's a lot of this place" Nicorazon said when he first arrived.
And there are many people swimming by the lake. Both the old and the small. Looking at the scene Nicorazon looked at the owner of the vehicle with an unhappy face. He feels like he has been deceived.
"Ehm. I'm just making a suggestion. Don't look at me like that" said the owner of the vehicle.
Nicorazon simply raised his eyebrows and moved closer to the edge of the lake. The water is so clear. Not contaminated at all.
"Konon said the statue of this girl can move at night and cry" said the manager of the tourist spot.
Nicorazon glanced at the driver who was his driver and the owner of the vehicle he rented. The guy just cleared his throat and threw his face away. Nicorazon just smiled listening to the story.
And finally it was his turn to take pictures with the statue that became the prima donna in the place besides the lake water. At first Nicorazon just stood back to the statue of the woman. Tucked his hand in the pocket of his left and right pants.
"Try taking photos while hugging the statue, like everyone else!" the photographer at that place.
Without a second thought Nicorazon did the same. His hands hugged the statue. The photographer counts to three before aiming his camera. Suddenly a small child nudged him so that the results of his shots shook.
Nicorazon still hugged the statue while waiting for the cameraman to rearrange his position. But then he was shocked when he felt that the statue was breathing in his ear.
He looked at the statue's face on the count of three. As hypnotized Nicorazon continued to stare at the statue without blinking. The photographer thought that Nicorazon wanted some photos taken in the same position.
So the photographer shifts to take photos in the same position from different angles. Nicorazon can now feel the heartbeat of the statue. He immediately removed his hand from the statue's waist.
He retreated while staring at the statue without blinking. The driver patted her on the shoulder and she blinked her eyes.
"Don't be long, others will take photos too. Let's go somewhere else first while waiting for the result so. Here there is a special food sell this area. It's right there!" said the owner of the vehicle like a professional tour guide.
As he moved his legs he heard a very slow woman's voice. Which comes from behind. Nicorazon turned back and looked at the statue.
"Calm down, your picture will be in print soon. When we get back, it will be" said the guide.
Nicorazon followed the words of the man who accompanied him to a place selling various dishes. The price is various and relatively cheap for a tourist spot, which usually installs prices more expensive than elsewhere.
Next to him was a mother and her son. They ate the dishes in front of them. Then the boy pulled his mother's hand after they finished eating.
Nicorazon also ate his order as soon as he smelled the aroma that uploaded the taste. After that he and his guide went again around the lake. And this time Nicorazon wanted to take a closer look and touch the water.
He took the water with his palms and washed his face. When he opened his matanya in front of him there was a small child who had been sitting next to him while at a mealmate. The child was in the water and stood up in style. My mom took her picture.
But the boy was getting further and further into the middle of the lake. Finally the boy slipped and saw someone pulling him into the middle of the lake. The boy asked for help. Nicorazon was still dumbfounded for a while. Until the boy's mother asked him for help.
Without a second thought, he entered the lake. But he did not see the boy in the lake. When he wanted to surface to take air a hand pulled him to the bottom of the lake.
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