HALLUCINATIONS OF CHARISMATIC BOYS
chapter 2

The night drifted quiet, the night a little inflamed. I can't sleep yet. Tonight feels hot. Not as usual. I opened the window. It seems like the night wind has been locked away. Humans are creatures of complaint. The moon of a piece of watermelon grinned passionlessly, hanging in the night sky.

I'm out of the room. The window did not intentionally close. No need to worry about getting into this house. If he's desperate to get in, he must be hard to get out. Other residents of this house will certainly act. They like nosy. But faced with me they've been kapok nosy.

Bwgiru I'm out, ngesot already in the guest room. He seemed to be sitting casually on a chair of teak wood. I don't know what was forgotten. Among the ghostly ghosts here. He is the most attentive. If the night is learning again, almost certainly available coffee or tea. Unasked he provided the study's accompaniment.

"Not sleeping yet?" he asked as soon as he heard the swipes of sandals on the floor.

"I can't sleep."

"Family parents yes," he guessed.

"Not really. I want you," my god. My joke made the nun blush shyly. Ghosts have shame too. He could not say the word.

The atmosphere of the guest room was silent.

"I'm going out for a minute, coming along" I bargained.

"You, rather than being dumb here," he said not to refuse.

I'm sober. There's no way this sister can follow my steps.

"You just carry the back, yes" I bargained.

"Yes, be willing," the response was quick. Kindness to make coffee during this time, it must be appreciated

We didn't go far

"Where are we going?" tanyakanya.

"Follow the driver, yes" I explained.

I entered the tomb. I can't count how many thousands live in this tomb. As far as people go, they will end up being tomb dwellers like this. The big tomb. If it is during the day, there will be countless numbers of headstones so many.

We stopped at a shady tree. Eve here feels cold. I assume my choice was not wrong.

"I thought I wanted a long way to go, it was just a picnic here," the nurse spoke in a disappointed tone. I chuckle. What would the world say if they knew I was holding a nun. They will certainly run away in fear.

"Here alone, if far away I am not strong to carry," I gave an excuse.

We sat on the grass and the wind blew stingy once but it was enough to make the flowers fall on our heads

"Tonight you didn't learn," the nurse opened the conversation.

"Tomorrow no lecture" I said. Sister has a lot of attention for me. But my mind did not travel too far. Maybe he just needs a friend. Just by that road, he tried to get away.

It's a very calm atmosphere here. I could hear the soft wind.

"I feel I'm tired of being sucked," somehow courage what tang makes him dare to spill his heart.

" What do you want to be a nurse?" manya curious.

"The cool cluster. Can accompany you to college or the afternoon walk," he said honestly. I can't say a word further. It feels, under the tree of this cambodia now the haw becomes more sultry. A midnight conversation that went beyond my expectations

The problem was that the long-haired female ghost and the bloody face were now already fashionable. Now his hair was cut short and his once bloody face now looked clean and slippery. Ghost ghost here will pangling to see his latest appearance.

There was envy surrounding his heart. Sister knows, that fashionable appearance is a thorn in the flesh. The drastic changes are certainly not without cause. The presence of students who ndableg kos that indeed much seized his emotions these days.

He couldn't have changed that drastically. Recognize the shortcomings it has.

Why is time so fast changing? He realized he had been slammed by his own feelings.

He used to hate his arrival. He tried to throw her out. But that human base had already broken his fear vein. All terror of fear is only considered the wind of the past. Now he's exposed to his magic. He was so stunned. The hatred is buried. Hate to show sympathy. He no longer has the power to always be close to the owner of ani ndabelg, to pamper himself.

I smell danger of threats that don't play. The fashionable ghost feud with the sisters is already at an alarming level. What if they keep leaving this house. And so do the other ghost ghosts. This house has lost its awesomeness. The new residents of the cost will come and they are very likely to live here. The owner of the house forgot his promise. She can what?

"I'm sorry from next month, I'll withdraw the payment" said the owner.

"What about the promise that you'll be free for a year?" I'm taking a promise.

"Free. What age is free now? Peeing in the terminal just pay 2000," arrived the cost owner became amnesia like a figure in an Indonesian soap opera.

Busyet, what can I do like this. There is no black covenant on white. Just a sweet mouth in front and ending bitterly in the back. Though I have promised my father to show off my free cost and the place is super nice and comfortable. I can get squashed. Life can be hard but don't lie.

"I never promised you that!" he nodded very tightly.

I can only breathe heavy.

"Is it because this house has been abandoned by its ghosts?" I said shrill high.

"You're getting less clear. If it is not strong to pay, you can leave this place right now," he gave an ultimatum that I had predicted before. I'm sorry why I can't coordinate these ghostly ghosts so well. This time the study of the father's legacy seemed to lose the aura of devotion and efficacy facing amnesiac humans like this.

"Okay, I'll leave this house. I was disappointed by the father's false promise," I said shrillly high, smashing into the skyline of the house. A rat bounced on an empty biscuit can. Run away with a look of fear.

My body felt something shake. I fell asleep in my chair because I was too tired to do my job. It was the nurse who broke the nightmare. There were already two cups of coffee next to my college book. The first coffee glass was certainly made fashionable ghost. It's kind of cold. The second glass of coffee is still hot headed, of course the nurse has just made.

It was the kindness of those two ghosts that racked my fear. Someday it will come true.

"What dream was that?" ask sister.

"Nightmare" I answered.

After finishing writing 1, I was asked by Mr. Ngadi to stay for a while in class.

"Gon, you don't go home. I want to talk for a minute" he said, signing a student attendance card.

The cold-looking, fierce lecturer was like he was throwing a puzzle at me. Hope you are not looking for mistakes. According to senior brother he belongs to the vindictive lecturer. Once made his heart hurt eternal grudges will be a threat not to play.

I try to reflect myself. Does my behavior and speech make him displeased. Cooking a new meeting a few times has made an unforgivable mistake.

After all the students left the class, he gave me a hand code to get closer. If only talking four eyes, of course, its very secret. He doesn't want his secret to be spread.

"Gon, tonight you come to my house, yes" he invited.

"What can I do for you sir?" my many.

"I just built a house. Only one month occupied the house. But every night there is a disturbance. From some students who told me, your boarding place, is said to also be the headquarters of ghosts. Please long-haired ghost until it hits the ground and white-robed you can get rid of, "the door is smooth. There was absolutely no sound of his loud speech. You can help me, right..."

I have to be careful. Once I answer no, the fate of my writing 1 course can be threatened.

"Yes Sir. What time do I have to come there?"

"Well 12 you dare?" it was like challenging my guts. At any time I am ready. It's just...

" I'm sorry, I don't have a motorbike" I said. I already said. Afraid also that my lecturer considered it as a rejection. I could end my life on this campus.

Thankfully, my fear was not proven. He took it out of his back pocket. Giving a hundred and fifty thousand for the cost of riding the motorcycle.

"This is for the fare to my house. You don't screw your friend. The secret about ghosts in my house must be kept neat," apparently he wants to keep his wife as a respected lecturer.

Pak Ngadi turned out to be just fierce on his students, faced with an unclear creature, mentally collapsed and jumped.

Wow, that's pretty big. More than enough for the fare. Good luck is unpredictable. Means my lecturer tang this one is really in need of my help.

I was astonished myself too. My lecturer who often made the students' guts drag it, was helpless against the long-haired female ghost. It turned out to be just on campus.

After I say thank you and promise to be there tonight...

"I waited at my house at 12pm" he said, simply reminding me again.

Finally by taking the ojek, I came to my lecturer's place. A house that is still new. The smell of the paint is still strong.

"My wife and children are not. While they stayed in the old house," he said softly. It was a long way from his appearance on campus. Very fierce. The nickname attached to this lecturer is the campus tiger.

"Hopefully I can bring you home sir," I gave you a little hope.

Half an hour later we talked, the door was knocked.

" Now he has come. You meet yourself yes" his lips spoke and a trembling voice described great fear.

I smiled seeing him. I just found out, I can't ask students this turned out to be the answer.

With a certain step I approached the door and opened it with great enthusiasm. It is true, the woman stood up. She had long hair and her face was down. I looked at him with pity. It was like he needed a friend.

"Come with me, there are many of your friends. I guarantee you're happy" I took her hand without a fight. I borrowed my college motorcycle to take him home