HALLUCINATIONS OF CHARISMATIC BOYS
Chapter 3

Almost 9 p.m., after playing futsal on campus, Gono returned to his boarding house. The motor is immediately turned off. The taste is not good. If there are items missing in the house, it is also his responsibility.

When he got to the front of the house, his blood rippled. The door of his house was half open. Who is the man who entered his boarding house without permission. He certainly has a doubled guts reserve.

His colleagues who came and saw the bald pringis on the table had run away with beer. Or when you're busy talking, pass the pocong very politely while saying, "excuse the ride through," has immediately run away without saying goodbye to him. This uninvited guest was certainly not a careless kind of human. Perhaps his knowledge is higher than his.

Arriving at the door, Gono termangu mangu momentarily. Doubtful.

He never locked his house. The door of teak wood that is thick and slightly drag is impossible to shift if only driven by the wind.

As soon as he turned his head at the half-open door, a familiar call in his ear immediately struck.

"Gon, where have you been? Your father came from far away, you left" said his father, chuckling happily.

"You're right, Gon, you're smart. Know what you want. An hour waiting for you, I've been treated to two cups of coffee just as pretty mbak that smells good. There are sweet sisters also serve coffee. You're really lucky. They were not asked to know themselves. You are smart to educate them well," said the father slid like rainfall in January.

Gono just gawked at that temperature. Father if again happy heart and cuer mood can be seen from the style of talking without breaking. But if it is bad mood or post-rage, the face is more creepy than genderuwo. You seem to want to digremus.raw raw people who are in front of him.

"Have you eaten?" tawar Gono's.

"Yet. But I ate the sarmier crackers I brought you. I also gave her a pretty mbak. But they were ashamed to eat in front of me. They eat in the back. How polite they are. I've also advised them to let vetah stay here. Instead of the contract must also come out of money," the father continued his laughter that had been decapitated earlier.

"Yuk we eat with sir," Gono asked.

"Remember Gon, you have to live a life of agitation. I brought you 20 kg of rice."

"I got a windfall from my lecturer. Occasionally pamper yourself dong Bos," joked Gono.

"Whose bike is it?"

" Motorcycle lecturer. The motor was never used. I was told to wear it until I got bored.

"That lecturer you helped?"

Gono nodded.

"What did you help Tho Le?"

" Just shake Kunti's mbak to this house."

"Our uripmu timid temen Le. You're coming with you, Piye?"

"Who's doing the rice field?" gono Megat.

He answered with his typical laugh.

When you leave the house.

"The pretty boy wasn't invited by one?" His father's proposal.

" The motor doesn't fit."

You do not know, if one is invited, the other is left, it can make the earth shake the sky dark

I want to eat fried rice. I ate at Pak Ndut fried rice stall, the most fried rice in the city. The clock is so crowded. Thankfully, the place is wide. Lesehan or sitting in a chair is also available.

I chose a still empty Lesehan. Taking a tengwe cigarette that always accompanies wherever he goes. Leyeh leyeh leaned back.

"Fried rice tripe and rempela ati," his message while exhaling cigarette smoke tengwenya.

"Still brave with your innards, sir?"

"Tamba taka lara lunga," said the father relaxed once.

I wrote father's order.

"Drink?"

"Jeyuk's eyes."

Long enough to hold orders. There were three large pans and a cook. After coming, I ate very well. It was like I didn't eat two days. Not done yet I finished my porch, the dishes are already toilet without rest.

"I added one more serving, yes" whined the father.

I'm just smiling. I used aji mumpung again. Know I paid, you asked for it. But if the father who pays must be asked to tighten a strong strong belt.

"Mr is still strong?" my many.

"Look tenan Le nasi goreng here," he wiped his sweaty face with the tip of his shirt sleeve. His face looks fresh and fit.

The second order came. I welcome you with joy. I just saw the face of the happiest father in the world.

Dad is still jos. Two servings of fried rice still firmly entered his stomach.

"Le occupants of the house do not you pack?"

I frowned but did not dare to reject my father. If you are offended, the business is very long. Your heart should always be happy.

Gee, you are now a caring, generous and kind person. Father changed a lot. Let me not be offended, I fulfill your request. Helping each other is good.

Three days I was living in my boarding house. His dragon father was very hard and did not want to go home. I'm rattled. I'd rather persuade a ghost than subdue a father. I feel like I'm still losing science. In this house, my father is very pampered.

"Mother don't remember the rice fields?" My pot.

"Hehehe, the paddy field is not missing Le. Here in this house, your father loved it. Smells refreshing. Cook your father and you tell him to kiss pee and eek cows for decades. Your father's lung can be hollow to Le!"

"Here's the coffee mama brought here," the coffee came and I really enjoyed his life here.

Facing one father is more complicated than dozens of ghosts

Has stood a new satay stall. It's only 50 meters from the cost. Gono pity him as well as the seller. Very non-strategic building. A shop ready to lose. Because the place is empty and very unsupportive.

How not, the front of the stall is a cemetery. The back of the barn is also a cemetery. There is a road that cuts through the grave. One or motor passing. But it seemed to be passing by in haste the rest of the room became his.

What worries Gono more is that the father will be staying longer at the boarding house. Hm... I will be more mbagusi. The principle of life of a father who lives a simple life and fasten belts as tight as his fast will be a mere memory.

Father who used to hang out with eek and peed cows and goats, mud paddy fields, now hang out with fashionable and fragrant girls fragrant. The dragon father has slipped. The day of the day has become the happiness of the father. Mood is great. Who would dare to break this good mood?

Sometimes you don't have a good tolerance. He thinks everyone has a ndableg like him. The satay seller can be scared to death if he brings the ghost to it. Father's actions can also divide the unity and unity of ghosts here. This free cost should be a dead price.

When the father was hanging out at the satay stall, Gono immediately gave a brief brief briefing to all the ghosts in the boarding house.

"In front of our house there's a new satay stall. Please don't wander off at night. If you want satay, can order through me," said Gono with a firm sentence.

"So there's a new menu satay boss," fashionable ghosts welcome cheerfully.

"Yes but not every day, can bankrupt me," said Gono.

So you have to go home or be sent home. But how? You have to find a win win solution. Dizziness thinking.

But nature does sometimes provide alternatives without us thinking. Something that was originally complicated and unsolved, can be smeared with one simple incident.

That morning the father was enjoying the porridge of the ijo beans, the father began to strange strange request.

I who was beside him saw clearly the old man's phone ringing.

" Kowe mulih what ora, your cow lara, wedusmu not ana sing ngopeni!"

Mother's voice from across there was very fierce. They talk if they never slow.

"My town lara? Yo wes I bali saiki," said the father

I smile. Mom saved me.

"Le me bali saiki yo, take me to the terminal" he said nervously.

Beautiful morning, bright morning. Finally defeated too

Gono. There was one ghost who two days and two nights went without saying goodbye. Cook should report to the police. Later thought of playing. He really felt lost. Are fashionable ghosts uncomfortable living here anymore?

Gono hoped that this was just his fear. If one by one the ghosts in this house leave, the prestige of this house as a haunted house will collapse. This cost will be crowded with students. Maybe the owner will also add a new boarding place. A boarding business never loses.

He had also been looking into the satay stall, but the satay seller said he had not seen anyone.

"Once it is, forget the fashionable ghosts. Why look for the non-existent. Why not be grateful for what already exists?" the nurse said sewot.

There was warm-headed fried rice on the plate. I don't know where he bought it. In the kitchen he did not see or hear cooking. Maybe he used inter-messaging services. Because there was a roar of motorcycles coming in here. Could be bringing this fried rice.

"I'm changing money, yes" I don't want to continue to bother.

"No need, my money at the ATM is still a lot," he said a little ketus.

"Is this orange for me too?" I tried to break the ice and stiffness.

"Who else if not for you!" Women are the same. Want a ghost or human easily torn by his emotions.

"Aren't you eating?"

"It was in the back."

" "Ah it's better if we both eat here. While looking at the tombstone that was hit by the ruins of the moonlight."

"It's even better if fashionable ghosts move out of here."

I almost laughed but I held back. City buses are forbidden from preceding each other. Ghosts are forbidden to hurt each other. I eat fried rice in session so that the atmosphere is not getting turbid. I gulped orange ice as a cover.

The mystery of the disappearance of fashionable ghosts has not been solved until the third day. Ssmpai one morning I humah swept the front yard. When I open the front door. I was shocked like I was hit by a high voltage electric shock.

There's a father sitting on the floor. Face brightens. Like the most miserable people in the world.

"Bar hush Mbokmu. Because fashionable ghosts come with me to the house. I'm dikon stopped by Le!"

The loud, ugly father. Now basting like water disirsm crackers

Fashionable ghosts do make everything so chaotic. He returned to this boarding house again because his mother had expelled him. His mother's relationship with his father must also be hot. Gono is not feeling well. This is all because of fashionable ghosts that are difficult to educate and organize. If the school child of course he is one of the children who are violent and become a subscription to BK teachers.

Now his father has returned to this boarding house. Of course he was very unkind to put it down. He did not want to be labeled as Malin Kundang volume two.

Fashionable ghosts do need to be tried and interrogated so as not to make the same mistake. Already wanted not to go to the satay stalls at night, uh even go with the father back to the village.

So one night, when another ghost was sleeping because this afternoon he sent them to work that afternoon to clean the environment around the house. It's been a no-pay fee, at least this as proof that he has attention on this house. There is also something that helps. If he was alone, his strength would not be enough.

He had indeed asked fashionable ghosts not to sleep first.

Gono deliberately invites fashionable ghosts to go out of the house. The most comfortable place is in the empty cemetery. There can't be any interference. Most of the ghosts in the graveyard are pickets and they are not at all bothersome. In fact, they also maintain security and comfort.

"What's the boss doing? Do you want to go out of the house at night?" fashionable ghosts even look happy because they want to be invited to walk. Some times he took me out but I always refused. It was like getting a durian to collapse.

"Just get the bike boss," he asked spoiled once. Hmm. This ghost has no taste. Want to be scolded even bewajah cheerful.

"Just walk" I said a little stingy.

"Well, don't be so fierce," he's still sulking spoiled. When the nurse arrives, get up, you can runyam this. Immediately I took him out of the house without a noise.

Fragrant kisses that evaporate from the body of fashionable ghosts. No one would think he was a ghost. The bridge is not much different from celebrities.

I took him to the grave so that the trial would go on without interruption. Quiet and soothing grave especially at night like this. I'm looking for a safe place for the hearing.

"You're too reckless with your actions to follow the father to the village," I immediately pierced to the base of the matter.

There is a wewe gombel nangkaring in the tree of sandu sambal eat grilled corn. He just wants to know.

"Here I am dikeki, better follow your father more friendly," he said casually.

"You don't know the effect, do you?"

"Your mother was just angry. That'sthat's all. Not listening is okay. Your father was the father" he said more casually.

Gono almost exploded his emotions. But the ghost moids smiled so sweetly. Hmm.. for a long time his face is similar to the artist who has a cute face and likes to give a chat of memories. My blood is hot so it's coming back.

"Yuk we eat satay, mumpung stall is still open. Let me buy it. Students don't have much money."

Gono became dazed. He was confused as to how he should behave.