HALLUCINATIONS OF CHARISMATIC BOYS
Chapter 6

Gono is ready to go to college after breakfast pecel with a side dish of cow's eye eggs that nyamleng. No sisters still no fashionable ghosts who kindly make breakfast. Fashionable ghost-made sambal pecel itself does spread other flavors than others.

Since there were no sisters, fashionable ghosts have become more diligent. In the heart of Gono also felt sorry for the departure of the sisters from this house. There is a heartache that cannot be held back. There is a grudge to be wreaked. I don't know until when.

After arranging the lecture book and putting it in a backpack, Gono took out a motorcycle from home. Motorcycle loan from Pak Ngadi. Last night this motorcycle was gone. Because there is a maling kepepet.

He never pulled the ignition. This is what is doom. If it is lost he will certainly be slapped Ngadi sir. But maybe not. Since he owed her. The killer lecturer was tame and friendly.

The thief very confidently took the bike out. Houses that are never locked are increasingly smooth action. Once you push the dobel starter, turn on the motor.

The sleeping Gono immediately woke up and opened the window. Who has the guts to steal the bike. Gono indeed only saw thieves who have long hair and sturdy body like Jhon Rambo that has attracted motor gas.

In a matter of seconds, the motor will collapse. But Gono saw the strangeness. The shackles just revolve around this boarding house. I don't know how many twenty rounds. That was obviously a long time ago. Until the motor runs out of fuel. The thief was in a daze and once he looked back there was already a pocong in the puppet. He immediately jumped off the motor and took a thousand steps.

Gono immediately gave a thumb mark. But not long because the motorcycle that was left alone without installing standards made the motorcycle fall and overlap the legs of the pocong. Gono immediately jumped from the window and released the heavy load of the motor that hit his feet.

"Sorry Cong, the thief's irresponsible." Gono.

"Your leg is sprained"

Pocong nodded.

"Tomorrow we go to the masseuse huh. But college is over."

Pocong still grinned in pain. But Gono's promise was enough to calm him down.

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"Mas Gon, smile at his own smile why," said the spoiled fashionable ghost. Since when did he change the call to Mas.

"Remememembers of last night. This bike is almost blown away."

"Most new once in action remember constantly. I made tea, coffee and breakfast so easy to forget" said a fierce fashionable ghost.

"Certainly remember dong," Gono felt guilty.

"Mas, this morning I want to ask you something special," the fashionable ghost seriously.

"Begging what, just don't be that weird freak!"

"You're going to college!"

"Huh. You speak English?"

"Kok. Don't know me yet. I have been studying English at the Intensive English Course for two years. Up to level 6. Listening, speaking, reading and writing are all A values. Want to try?" Her bluff.

This morning the lecture of Mr. Ngadi. He already knew the weakness of the lecturer.

Gono saw the ghost of Modis who had dressed up neatly.

"Come naiiik!"

Fashionable ghost eyes sparkling happily.

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The motor has not been turned on, fashionable ghost is already nangkring on the motor saddle. Like a child who is afraid of being caught. Jemari Gono immediately pressed the starter double button. The machine is not alive. Repeat the second. Much the same. The third one is not much different. Is Pak Ngadi's motorcycle groggy riding a beautiful woman?

"You get down first!" Pinta Gono's.

"No, I'll be left behind" he said worriedly.

"No, I'd like to wear a kick starter. Who knows."

"It doesn't work" he said. Gono garuk garuk head. Just this time he met a ghost who managed to exceed toddlers.

What is it that nothing gives up. Count as a return. Goto also set a double standard so that he can use a kick starter.

"One," fashionable ghosts instead count when Gono's legs begin to wander. The machine is not alive.

"Two," Gono tried again. The engine remains dead. Many times I tried, still dead. Until Gono's face was sweating. Fashionable ghosts wipe the sweat on Gono's face with a pink handkerchief. She blushed in shame. Thankfully, the sisters are no longer in this house.

"Until tomorrow morning, no boss. Gasoline was used by the propeller to learn the motor last night," said pocong at the door.

Gono immediately pat jidat. True pocong speech.

Today is a hostile day. College today is clearly late. The retail gasoline seller is a long way away.

"Gon your friend can too," some gravedigger men through the tapa Gono lead the motor followed by fashionable ghosts.Try to seduce fashionable ghosts. If they know ghosts, do they still dare to flirt recklessly.

They're good people. Early first boarding, they often invite him to eat in the middle of the cemetery. Their eating is excessive.

Hopefully Mr. Ngadi is sorry for the delay. If angry, Gono has an ace that makes the senior lecturer die of lice. Invite all his ghost collection to visit at night.

Having a friend who is an office is good. Very lucky to have a Junior High friend who is now a Camat. Moreover, Masdi who used to be a friend of the bench still knows him well. His attitude is friendly and friendly even though long time no see.

How comfortable is life now. The house is nice and big. The house has AC in each room. The mattress is also soft.

"Let's eat you stay to the Javanese food stall in front of it. Just tell the messenger Mr. Camat. Ms. Ning, the seller already knows," her best friend's message said.

Warm only mangosteen.

"It's money if you want something" Massi put out a red sheet of hundreds. Thick enough. He estimated his money at over a million.

The money is already over. Living on the run is self-torturing. Yesterday the remaining money of 30 thousand was used up to pay the taxi driver. God is kind, by meeting himself with Masdi.

"I did business first Ngat," said Masdi heading to his car. There is a driver ready to drive to the office.

Unexpectedly, Masdi who has no children is forced to separate from his wife. Life is full of mystery. It is difficult to guess the direction.from outside Masdi does look happy. Has a position and life is well established, but who knows he has a household tempest as well.

Be warm to remember yourself. His fate is no better than that of Masdi. The morning was hungry. His stomach asks for breakfast. If in his village, he must have run to a coffee shop while enjoying a typical village pecel.

After locking the house, he immediately crossed the not so big road. NIng's Mpa Warung is already very crowded. Motorcycles filled the parking lot as well as three cars parked there.

A very large shop. There's still room to be found. Hm... Ms. Ning can too. Her skin was clean, her body was dense and her hair was slightly wet; it was probably shampooed out. Warung masakah java is indeed delicious or is it because of the appeal of the seller who is still young and encourage her beauty.

Pangat immediately ordered gudeg, ginger milk and two satay rempela ati, not forgetting to display two large meat empal. Someone is taking his life.

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"Don't you have the guts to not deal with ghosts?" ask Mash that night. After coffee, the eyes are difficult to sleep with.

"What is it? There's a ghost in this house?" warm Response. He was happy because he had a job. Cook here just eat and sleep.

"The end of this under the guava tree, when it's two at night, there is the sound of leaves being swept. It used to sound sometimes. But lately almost every night" Masdi lamented.

"Leave this business to me. You just sleep in the room. I'm the one standing guard. If at two he makes a noise, let me go forward."

"Seriously you know Ngat?"

"Yes. My bin is fiercer, trengginas, and sangar than any ghost, let alone a ghost that only sweeps the courtyard. The class is still nuts," said Pangat steady.

"Yes I trust you. But I don't have to come out with you, yes" Pinta Masdi.

"Pak Camat sleeps well," Warmly gave a guarantee.

Masdi left Pangat alone in the guest room. Sleepy or not sleepy, he has to sleep because tomorrow he has to work.

Fortunately, there are ghosts in this world. People's fear of ghosts is a sustenance for her. If everyone dares to ghost. Poor ghost.

Warmly see the photo of Masdi who took pictures with the regent. If he can only take pictures with cows and goats at home.Ah, there is no need to regret fate.

Watch the wall clock. Almost two o'clock. He immediately went to the back and picked up the garden scissors. Through the side door, he went out of the house and immediately dsaimbut with the sound of srek srek srek.

Pucuk loved ulamn also arrived. This is the one who makes his best friend sleep disturbed. The ghost apparently did not use a broom to sweep but used her hair.

"Stop, don't make a noise night-night," snapped Panat. The ghost with his cute still swept with his long and rough hair and did not pangat pengubris say. His father Gono offended, this is how he was underestimated by ghosts.

"Stop or cut your hair to be bald," threatened Panat.

A potent threat. He stopped his sweeping movements.

"Sorry Boss," the threat of a haircut is no joke because Pangat has issued garden scissors.

"You are not this Mr. Camat's house, you can be called a PP police officer and arrested tonight for making a noise."

"Ampun Boss. Don't call satpol PP" his voice trembled.

"You may sweep here but morning or evening. Wear a broom instead of hair!" said Pangat firmly.