Ghost Nose Mbeler
Victimized

Warsinah confronted the motorcycle right in the middle of the sugarcane plantation.

I don't know because of what made the two choose to go through the plantation.

You could say the distance to Karang Anyar Village from Karang Rejo Village is the same whether it passes in alias through the plantation or through the outside, namely the big road.

Maybe this is what is called fate, they choose to cross the area of the sugarcane garden, where their fateful nadip will experience.

Warsinah who was already at the peak of anger was now ready in front of the two just that she had not appeared.

The two people who were being confronted by fate were still laughing happily.

Until finally the driver stopped suddenly because he felt hit something.

"Chiit..."

"Hadduh, what was that?"

Said Warso the one who was driving.

"Why So?"

"If you want to ngerem that's about napa?"

"It's my lips until your bald spot becomes this monstrosity look.." said Salim a friend of Warso's who had bald hair.

"Well what's wrong, you're hapless Lim.." - blasphemed Warsaw to Salim.

"Weslah mboh, now let's go home."salim cut off.

"Sek Lim.this I stopped because I hit something."

"But why isn't there?"say Warso while getting off the bike and followed by Salim.

"Don't.." added Warso with a slight inching back to back Salim.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Where it hit anyway, my people just don't feel like anything hit me."

"The figure of drinking a bit ae mabok you're So?"

Salim said as he smiled a mocking smile.

"Wes I'm ae seng nyetir, koen ora sane iki kayak e !"finally break up Salim.

The two village goons are now riding their bikes.

They drove the iron horse output in the eighties as much as possible even until the gas stuck.

But really unfortunately, the speed of the two-wheeled vehicle was not comparable to the speed of the flying Warsinah that seemed to blow in the wind.

Warsinah stood floating on a bridge.

The bridge is quite old and rarely passed because the location in the area of the sugar cane garden looks spooky at night.

Only occasionally there is a sugarcane transport vehicle that passes it will only last to the maximum until seven o'clock at night.

And you could say only crazy people who will choose to cross the bridge at night, especially using a motorbike.

In addition to the spooky area such a place is usually also a fitting place for criminals such as robbers and begal operate, which is also a good place for criminals,and that's the biggest reason why a place like that would be deserted if it was night.

Warsinah is still floating in its place.

The red kuntilanak kept crying, his fiery red eyes continued to drain tears of blood and in his nose also flowed pus that was very foul smelling.

Warsinah stared in anger at the two men who were now starting to look towards her.

The motorbike driven by Salim has entered the bridge.

When he reached the middle, Warsinah appeared to him with a very frightening form.

The shocked Salim finally slammed the steering wheel to the left.

The old enough duck bike was no longer able to control Salim.

The two men finally slid into a deep river.

Warsinah drifted away from the place with a continuous laugh.

While the two thugs who entered the cluster were unconscious.

The Warsaw lay at the bottom of the bulk, and Salim was caught in the awar-Awar tree.

The poor duck motorbike also entered the bulk and left only fragments of the rear tire cane stuck on the edge of the bridge.

Warsinah happily laughed giggling.

He returned to the border village of Karang Rejo.

Warsinah again tried to break down the magical fence that protects the village.

I don't know whose behavior it is and with what purpose.

Warsinah returned to the bamboo tree, she played the bamboo tree by sitting on it, she continued to move her legs so that the bamboo was seen going up and down if seen by the eyes.

The eyes of Warsinah nyalang are now focused on a couple who are busy playing uklik uklik uklik not far from where it is.

There also seen a female ghost whose hands, hair and fruit d*d* length up to the knee.

The ghost was engrossed in whispering something that made the two human children fly more and more.

Warsinah in her place giggling.

His voice can even be heard by two people who are still flying in space.

As a result, the two who were shocked immediately stopped from their activities and then rested as much as possible, and then fled.

Warsinah was still playing on the bamboo tree until morning arrived.

That morning, a truck driver and his kentek appeared over the bridge where Warsaw and Salim had fallen.

They just passed by without realizing that under the bridge they were passing there were two humans who were dying.

The truck stopped not far from the bridge, now the kenek truck to the land that they will cut down the sugarcane seedlings.

The kenek felt creepy because he vaguely heard the sound of people complaining.

"Young.biyoong...."

"Follow your son Yong...Biong"

The wind was carried by the morning wind.

"Please.It hurts so much..tulong..."

"So...Wars..koen the hell urep what ora So..."

The kenek who ventured closer by going down the rocks and the bridge was increasingly able to hear a conversation.

The brow's eyes widened when he saw a duck's motorbike that had collapsed.

The kenek then turned to look at the base of the bulk that revealed something that seemed to be human.

Whether it's a man wearing a jacket or a man wrapped in black crackles, I don't know, the kenek is only sure if the one at the base of the bulk is a person.

Not to mention the kenek saw clearly the base of the bulk that was still quite deep, the kenek was then shocked by the tree of the trees that moved and showed a hand that waved.

The brow's eyes popped out for a moment.

"Please..."

"Sir...Mas..I'm here..."

"Help me, my legs are clamped."

Salim forced to shout even though his voice was already raucous.

"Woh yeah-yes."

"Patience, I call PDAM first." said the kenek then rose back up, to the garden that the seedlings will be cut down earlier.

Upon reaching the kenek above, he immediately told the driver.

"Pir.that's someone falling down." said the Kenek.

"The child from Mbahmu has not yet been born, it also fell down to Dul.." replied the driver who was still fun to enjoy his cigarette behind the wheel with a foot of selonjoran on the steering wheel.

"Yes pear.but this one fell under the bridge, bulk nek there lo, which is a tree Awar-awar, which is a base nek, do not know what whole has been cut into pieces, not know what was cut into pieces,lawong kliatan kelih kresek item gitu kog."

"Yes that's not calling the police first, not a robbery victim or begal." said the driver while removing his tulululit hape from his pants pocket.

"How about the police, not the PDAM?"kenek speaks for himself but can still be heard by his driver

"Emange's PDAM wants to catch a wild monkey?"ask the driver for his button.

"Lha emange there's a pear monkey..?"

"It's there, again nyariin temene."

"Hahaha.."the driver laughed as he waited for his call to the connected police station.

Warsinah who was still perched on a bamboo tree was now floating sitting on top of the border monument.

The monument which is not far from the gate is large and the height is only limited to adults and is located quite close to the road.

Warsinah occasionally climbs into the bounces of people passing nearby.

Even now he came home to one of the passers-by who had just returned from the market in the new coral.

Warsinah is still busy sitting in the bonnet of the Vespa motorbike even though the motorbike is already parked sweetly inside the owner's house.

Hayo para readerrr.cek motor respectively.

don't don't.......