HALLUCINATIONS OF CHARISMATIC BOYS
Chapter 21

How hard it is to change the image of ghosts. Because it is too strong to take root. It's been too bad. Like sticking wet thread. The mistake of parents used to be also why always-his children are fussy with creepy ghosts.

The chain of errors must be broken. He was the first one. Sampyuh never educate Gono child only wayangnya with ghost terror as a scary figure.

Not repeating the same mistake. Since childhood he instilled in his son's mind that ghosts can be funny and friendly. Sometimes it can also be spoiled and fused. Like a pocong ghost he carried. Again join leyeh leyeh in the teak tree. Just a lack of work.

Thanks to proper upbringing, now his son lives in a haunted house is also not a matter of meaning. Fine fine only. You can even stay there for free. Sampyuh knew Gono was not a great boy. He just changed his perception.

The incident at the gas station was proof of that. Not able to change the wrong image. The seller cannot treat the buyer well. Didn't he say the buyer was king. Where's proof? Pocong cannot buy coffee.

Sampyuh immediately left the gas station that had turned silent like the grave. Rather than being considered to be looking for things.

"Bok if you're sleepy, I'll change in front" Pocong offered.

"Husshh can you drive a moge?"

"Welis.my father used to have a moge of three. My toy moge since childhood."

"Where's your moge now?"

"Sold all. Mr. snagged young mama," explained pocong.

Sampyuh laughed. If he's alone where can he get fresh entertainment. No loss in piggybacking this funny pocong. Moge kept on going. Sampyuh didn't dare hand the moge to the pocong. He's afraid it's just the pocong's bitch. But the sleepiness is a little less.

"Cong, why do you jog in the boncengan," protested Sampyuh. Pocong like a joy.

"There's a car behind us. Someone filmed us. Soon we become viral Mbok," he said cheerfully.

The car after being satisfied to video immediately gave the code for Sampyuh to stop. Sampyuh. Near there is a police station, of course they are not rash to do evil.

"This mother is a real or fake pocong" said the young man who came down and accompanied by a beautiful woman. Maybe his girlfriend might be his wife. Ah not important very much.

"Fake Mas. The horror drama has not changed its costume. Night hunt."

"May we invite a mother colleague to selfie?"

"Can, please."

The four of them are free-style. Czechoslovak.

"Whose name is Ma'am" asked the handsome young man.

"Posi, sexy pocong," she replied.

"Mbak's costume is very good, looks like the original," the beautiful woman praised him.

"Thank you." Reply Police.

The two of them returned to the car after giving a thumbs up sign.

Hmm ... just changing the image can be funny. Try if he answers original. Of course they will run away scared.

In the car, boss Agus was not inexhaustible, in a cornered state Sampyuh could still subdue the three heroes he hired. Though he believes Sampyuh will bend the knee soon.

Wonder also, how these three dashing people even threw away their flagship merfolk weapons. They ran and got into the car with a pale face and fear.

"How does the story tell you to throw away your weapons, instead" asked boss Agus in surprise. But silent silence erases the greatness of Sampyuh.

"The mermaid has turned into a cobra, who doesn't jump" said the oldest of the brothers.

"You're just looking wrong" he asked again.

"No. Many times we tried to break that suggestion, the cobra would peck at the eye" said his sister.

Angga is right. Sampyuh is not a woman. He will ask his men to be able to seize and brand Sampyuh. Maintaining one tiger is more stable than 10 dogs. But the word Angga is not easy to approach Sampyuh.

Powerful women are so indifferent and needless. Though boss Agus once power. He has long been a cow to notice people who are not clear about his work. Too much money coming out. No, you always make a mess. They even dare to threaten safety. That Sampyuh was beside him made him feel calm.

They will not dare to be of that kind. Bodiguard does not have to be big and sturdy. Weak soft but the explosive force is gnawing. One but powerful. How through the eyes can subdue the enemy. This is the bodiguard we seek. This is the ideal bodiguard.

"Gga, somehow, you should be able to win the warrior's heart. There is a special bonus for you. He asked for anything. Ask for a moge, just love it. So that he does not borrow Mr. Lurah," said boss Agus.

"Okay boss," said Angga steady. If the boss has promised, the bonus is very steady. He used to buy a car.

Angga was also already upset with the person who asked for the unofficial ration. They are looking for good. Work does not want, want to enjoy the results without sweating.

Sarangan, Jan 22, 23 (08.29)

Tired of it had definitely come stoning it. After a night of sleep deprivation. Just one hour's sleep should be waking up again. Must help mom Lurah Jombik selling bumbon in the cork market. Daily routine to follow.

But now it's a different mood. The house does not give off warmth. Since college, not even once Gono his son came home. It's hard to live in the city with the ghost. Her husband's heart was lost not necessarily the dreadnya. Is Pangat no longer kangen to me, whispered Sampyuh in heart.

Has Pangat been complacent with the woman he visited at the grilled fish restaurant? If there is no pocong named Posi, maybe he will be lonely living at home alone. Nature always brings balance. There's no Pantang and Gono, so Posi, your ghost

Body is still gembreges. Still gawking. The cork market was still shriveled dark when he and Bu arrived at the stall. Some of the stalls are open but some are still closed.

The market is wiggling and alive. Today is market day. Sar pon, many buyers. Soon, the market will spill human v with a variety of interests. Sampyuh had opened the stall even though the dark was still faithfully enveloped.

If he accepts Angga's offer, who will help Bu Lurah? He doesn't want to be considered a nut to forget his skin. For 20 years he has been helping here. Until the bridge awakens very strong emotions with the family of people datu number in the village of Jombik. Actually, without the sale of bumbon, life bu lurah already live well.

The saw scattered where, the motorcycle rental business is patronizing, still plus a successful car rental, certainly very enough to connect life. But life is not only the need for the stomach, but also needs entertainment.

Selling bumbon in the cork market is entertainment for bu lurah.

When it was just sorted out that, a man with a large backpack appeared to maintain a backpack that was pulled by two men who wanted to be evil. Of course Sampyuh knows well the man who always looks dapper.

He owns two gold shops in this cork market. His name is Om Jek. If he's gonna defend that big bag. The contents of the bag are not random items.

"Mom Lurah I went to the toilet for a while, yes" Sampyuh said.

"Just came to the toilet Pyuh," she gave permission half-heartedly.

Sampyuh did not press directly running to the back.

Om Jek was as strong as he could defend that. But he gave up as soon as one of them pulled out a gun. He loved his life more. The two people wearing the headgear, immediately moved quickly towards the car that was still on the engine. One driver was waiting inside.

People can only stare. They did not dare to approach because the gun was always brandished and ready to bark.

A stooped and poorly masked woman stood at the door of the car with a stick propping her stooped body.