Don't Be Me
Not All Of Them Are Good

“Do not disturb him!” jolting Vito with a thunderous voice, Ocha who was there instantly closed her eyes with both palms. This was not an ordinary figure, but a woman in shabby bridal clothes with shoulder-length hair that she had, not only did her face also look very angry and the negative energy that she radiated was also very strong.

“Ocha, help me,” cleanly.

Slowly, the girl opened her eyes despite the goosebumps. However, he still tried to be strong and believe if he was in His protection.

“Why did you ask for help to him?” ask Vito again.

“You won't know, this is a fellow woman! Ocha, help me,”. His tears, his blood-soaked face, and the pungent smell of rancidness made the girl almost vomit. There was also no look of sadness emanating from his face as he spoke to Vito.

“Huek! Vito! It's diem! Let him tell you what he wants. But if it's beyond reason, I won't help him,” said Ocha, half nauseous about breaking Vito so that the ghost can deliver the message quickly, said Ocha, because the girl was not able to stand the smell of rancid also the look of the face that ruffled her stomach.

Instantly the once disgusting face turned ordinary, like kuntilanak was mostly just deathly pale.

Vito was silent, staring at Ocha and the ghost of the bride communicating. Why did the woman suddenly change her form when she was with Ocha.

“Help me, I was killed on my wedding day. But, my future husband doesn't know if I'm killed, I'm afraid he thinks I'm running away from this marriage,”

“Hah? Then why are you stalking all the way here?”

“I know, if you can see me,” he replied. Then the sound of sobs and sobs was heard by Vito as well as Ocha, they both looked at each other and their hair was bristling.

“That's enough! Tell me what's your name, and what's your future husband's name?”

The face that had been flat, with a terrible expression turned into a happy face.

“Leana. And my future husband's name is Arga,”

Vito swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. Not for no reason, but because it is confused why the girl even challenged the request of the ghost.

“Lo sure you want to help him, Cha? Not all of their nations are good!” vito whispered to Ocha who was silent.

“As long as we want God, and believe that if God exists, all will not be a problem anyway. Relax!” ocha said with so much confidence.

“Yes already, if so I follow you lo!” break Vito. Ocha just nodded.

The girl just nodded.

“Gue will help you, but Lo must anterin me, to the house of your future husband!”

The ghost of the bride nodded at Ocha's reply.

Now Leana walks in front, while Ocha and Vito walk behind her following Leana's direction. A few minutes later, they arrive at an elite estate that is not far from Ocha's house, a luxurious design house and there are several cars parked in the yard and garage.

Ocha and Vito take turns to squeeze the bells of their guests many times, until a woman comes out and meets them. The woman, who looked like a maid, immediately asked about whether the two had come to the house.

“Sorry buk, I can meet Mr Arga?” ask Ocha.

“Mr Arga? Sorry, what was the problem earlier?” the maid asked Ocha, and still did not allow them to enter.

“Oh, we are friends mbak Leana,” interrupted Vito quickly multiplied the topic, because it seems Ocha was so thinking to answer it.

Not waiting for a long time, the maid immediately went inside the house to meet Mr. Arga, and returned again to allow them to enter. While Ocha and Vito sat down, Leana, the ghost of the bride, sat down next to Ocha.

“You're Leana's friend?” ask the blaster-faced man. Simultaneously Vito and Ocha nodded.

“Where do girls not know themselves? He humiliated me on the wedding day, why not be honest if he does not want to marry me?” he was rude, visible from the look on his face an annoyance.

“Hm, earlier I'm sorry. Leana didn't run away from the wedding. But he was killed!” answer Ocha quickly, because he did not want the man to be too spying on Leana which was clearly going to make himself worse.

While Leana, she simply lowered her head in silence, hearing the sentence coming out of Arga's mouth, who was clearly unaware of her death.

“But this time it's true. Leana was killed on the way here, her body dumped somewhere and has not been found until now. I came here, also not for no reason, but it was Leana who asked to convey and tell her death to Mr. Arga, her future husband,” obviously Ocha was a little afraid.

“Oh yes? Is he here? Then who killed him, if that's true?” ask again.

“Someone who is close to Mr. Arga, and that person does not like your marriage,” replied Ocha, exactly mimicking the sentence that Leana said to him. While the ghost of the bride was crying.

Ocha stared to the side, Vito who sat staring at Leana's ghost, swallowing his saliva. For some reason, if Ocha can feel the fear must also be inside Vito.

Arga swallowed his saliva, he knew who someone who did not like their marriage.

“I'll make a calculation with that jerk!” batin Arga growled.

“But, he's dead. Because Leana had already avenged her against that man!” The man was startled by Ocha's reply, why he could read his mind.

“Hah? You're not an ordinary person, are you?” the man jolted at the silent Ocha.

“We are not ordinary people om, so we came here, want to say things about Leana's death, he did not want to be said to run from his marriage. Actually he also loved the same om,” explained Vito and accompanied by a nod of Leana who smiled.

In contrast to his initial figure, it looked so terrifying. But as it turns out, not all ghosts come for evil.

Arga cried when he heard the words of the two.

“What Leana is here?” ask Arga again.

“She's next to Ocha,” replied Arga.

“I'm sorry Leana,” shrewd Arga with a tone full of guilt and so moving.

“Oh yes, mbak Leana said that she will always be Temenin om,” added Ocha again. While the man nodded and wiped his tears.

“Kalo so, we say go home first om, mbak Leana,” Ocha softly when saying the name Leana. They both nodded and drove to the front door. Although Leana was not seen by Arga, but the bride looked happy.

“Oh yes, before we go home want not to play to my house first?” bargain Vito on Ocha who was now looking at him confused.

“And my house is deket from here, why you even invite me to lo?” house ask Ocha.

“Udah come! I take the motor first to your house,” said Vito with his spirit.

“Eh, no need! I don't want to,”

Ocha is not finished holding back, Vito is ready with his motorcycle and will take the girl to his house.

“Come aboard!” tell Vito with a pushy tone.

“Gue don't want to!”

“Let's come with me for a minute! Partially at home there nyokap me kok,” invite Vito again.

Ocha tries not to heed Vito's call. But the man held his hand first, making Ocha's steps stop.

“Can't! There's other business I need to finish! So, next time only. But I do not promise,” replied Ocha who again put a flat face and judesnya. It was no longer common for the girl to put on her flat expression.

“Yes, the basics are yes! But, my pesen is one! Do not help ghosts or spirits who have just died. Not all of them are good!”

The man immediately put forward his motorbike, making Ocha confused by his sentence.

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