HALLUCINATIONS OF CHARISMATIC BOYS
Chapter 22

The two men wanted to get in the car and of course not so because there was a masked hunchback woman that was blocking the door. Ah, just bother, but they have to move quickly to leave this place immediately.

"Skew, move aside," snapped the man carrying the frontmost bag. His hand threw 10 grand money. In his shadow the ugly beggar would bow down, bowing his hunchbacked body as a sign of gratitude for being given great sustenance.

But the prejudice is wrong. He even hit back the thrown banknote with a stick and almost hit the man's face and this certainly made him very angry.

"It's lacking, still" the hoarse voice of the masked woman's crackling was really unpleasant to the ears.

"Ask how many?"

"Begging for the bag, '" the door was flat and irritating. He lost his patience. Time is running low and there is no time to bargain.

The man's kick was powerfully beating mercilessly. He wanted the hunchback woman to immediately tumble down in one kick. What a prostitute, a powerful kick hit an empty place to make it slammed and the body that had lost balance, his back was hit with a stick. It looks like a slow blow, but it has made men faint.

The stick that has a hook grabbed the backpack that became scrambled. Now the bag was on his stooped back. Makes the man even more angry. But he's eman if he has to shoot. The price of the bullet is expensive just to finish off the life of this rascal. He is a former boxer.

Once performed the upper cut punch, the woman would definitely float in the air and once it fell on the ground, it was lifeless again.

The mainstay punch of time as a boxer was launched. He used to make his opponent's jaw crack. Especially if it's just the woman's jaw. But he really is a little. Before the punch landed on the jaw, the ugly stick had already preceded and struck his chest. The former boxer collapsed in one hit. It felt like a stone as heavy as a quintal had hit his chest.

His sight was immediately dark. The driver who was waiting was immediately on the gas. No matter what two of his colleagues are left.

The hunchback woman continued to approach the man who owned the bag. It disappeared in the dark morning.

The man who owned the two gold shops was just dumbstruck in his place. The magic ghost in the cork market is indeed true. Always show up when a crime happens. Three times he has seen her.

"To the toilet for a long time, Pyuh," said bu lurah irritated.

"My stomach is a bit cranky, ma'am," said Sampyuh with a grimacing mimic.

Bu lurah Jombik stared sharply at Sampyuh. The woman in front of him is so soft, clampy clamps are powerless, but she has a deep loyalty. It's been 20 years that Sampyuh has been with him, helping him here. There was a suspicious hidden look. Although he was often chatty to Sampyuh whose movements were very slow, Sampyuh was still at home with him. But he wanted this morning to put an end to the charade that had been hidden.

"Shit, come closer, say honestly," Ms. Lurah Jombik began to interrogate like a resident of criminal actors.

He approached and raised his face.

"How many years have you been with me?"

"20 years old, Bu Lurah. Ever since I was a girl," Sampyuh said innocently.

"Actually I've been suspicious of you for a long time," Bu Lurah said firmly and a ray of eyes stared inside as if he was about to look at Sampyuh's heart.

"It's not about money, it's not about money. This kiosk is safe.Nothing is missing. I believe one hundred percent of your honesty about money" said Bu Lurah very steadily.

"Then about what bu lurah," Sampyuh said softly.

"My only ghost in the cork is you. Because what? I've caught three times, every time the ghost appears, you always disappear for the same reason, go to the restroom, "bu lurah further cornered Sampyuh.

Frozen in front of him.

"Remember, another one I will never forget. In the village of Jombik, when a robbery occurred in my house. Also appeared the figure of a humpback woman who blew a flute on top of a tree. The robber was made to sleep. I'm sure this is no coincidence. You must be behind the masked hunchback woman," said Lurah more striking.

Sampyuh is usually powerful to avoid diti from enemy attacks and even do a reply that is not defeated terbatnta. This time it was like a mouse. Sampyuh who is not daunted by various forms of ghosts as scary as anything, now like a drooping cloth flying carried by strong winds. Everything's smashing. Non-polytic. The power of the jurus is not able to dampen the devotion of the sentence bu lurah Jombik. Bu Lurah was very observant watching him.

"Tell me the truth!" said bu lurah who had locked her space.

Sampyuh did not dare to look at the face of the mother who now turned into a lioness who roared ferociously, and wanted to immediately chew her bones. He looks down.

Bu Lurah just waiting for a confession that will soon be delivered Sampyuh. Why is he hiding like that? What luck? If he knows Sampyuh is a great woman, he is also proud and comfortable because someone is protecting him.

She promised not to tell any story including to Pak lurah villageJombik, her own husband. But it must be admitted, the presence of the cork market ghost has made bad people think that they want to do good here. Usually criminals from outside the city who do not know the prowess of the masked hunchback woman. The bad guys here don't want anything at the cork market.

"Bu lurah is too much to accuse me," Sampyuh began to speak up.

"The fact has led a lot to it," ma'am Lurah certainly did not want to lose.

"I am only a Jombik village person, like other villagers. The most yes work in moor, rice field, mengurusi cattle and I help bu lurah sale here. I am also a graduate of Junior High. Dare not continue because of the clash of costs. Where did I get such great knowledge? Dare to fight a robber armed with a gun with only a stick. It will only save lives too. If I were a great woman, I would find my husband. One more month I'm looking for my husband's absence."

Sampyuh reveals the facts.

Bu lurah is a gamang himself. What bsrusan said Sampyuh bensr.

He knew Sampyuh from childhood. I never seem to have learned martial arts. His body is also skinny rack muscular like other hotshot women. SMP period he is also a crybaby, seduced by a boy friend just immediately mewek. The ghostly humpback of the cork market is too mighty for the figure of Sampyuh.

"I'm sorry for accusing you of going too far" Mom finally gave up looking at Sampyuh's glassy eyes. He believed the hunchback woman was not Sampyua. Sampyuh's crybaby nature proved still carried away until now. The figure of a great swordsman must be a tough and not melancholic figure. Bu Lurah also has not forgotten that in this kiosk, Sampyuh often listen to songs of crybaby from his old HP.

There's a buyer coming. Buy onions and garlic and sugar. Ah, forget that hunchback swordsman.

Sampyuh wiped away the tears, and smiled respectfully at the first buyer. Bu Lurah who saw it so can not bear.