Handsome Pocong
At the Villa...
The early morning shows three o'clock on the wall clock that Dita saw. Dita woke up because of the call of nature that made her stomach mules at that time.
"Anan Anan.." whispered to find Anan because it was useless if he woke Anita who would even be more troublesome if he was afraid.
"Oi.. why?"
"You continue to know you're behind."
"Why?" ask Anan again.
"You're boker hehehehe."
duuttt's...
"That's letting go." said Dita Malu.
"Jeez this already smells rotten gini how do I nemenin you dalem di dikarda his pride."
"Yaudah you wait for the door just please." pinta Dita.
Anan was forced to follow Dita's will.
Chequek... "Oh my grandmother glared at me again."
Dita opened the bathroom door and saw a grandmother wearing kebaya and rags with hair unravelling full of gray and red eyes staring sharply at Dita.
"I've read the prayer to enter the WC ya grandma, hitchhiking yak."
"Anan let's go in we gossip deh tuh no grandmother in the dalem." pinta Dita asked Anan's company in the toilet.
"Idih no no no way...!!" anan Sahut.
"Well, excuse me, Grandma." Dita closed the bathroom door sitting on the closet doing her wish.
"Had Grandma doing squatting, I'd be able to see maggots on grandma's head on drugs like me..."
Dita closed her eyes in fear, but she saw again the head of the grandmother who was full of wide wounds gaping with maggots and the smell of rancid blood smelled hiiiyy...
"No grandma don't look at me, it stinks just there."
"Mahaha." Anan laughed from behind the door.
Dita hastily completed her wishes and washed her hands and flush the closet.
"Excuse me, Grandma, don't bother me, don't bother me." said Dita opening the bathroom door.
"Eh Dita kirain who." It turns out that the figure of Mr. Herdi is already in front of the bathroom door.
"Eh father, want to enter yes, do not pack the smell was Dita out hehehhehe." said Dita shy.
"Oh gakpapa Ta, just hold my breath later."
"Sir, read the prayer first yes afraid of anyone disturbing" said Dita while glancing at the appearance of the grandmother who was still in the bathroom.
"You still believe in the rich." Mr. Herdi closed the bathroom door.
"Why look?" asked Dita to Anan who was looking at Mr. Herdi at that time.
"Who is he?" ask Anan.
"My boss, handsome is it rich oppa siwon?"
"Obviously, I'm a big deal too." Anan praised himself.
"Dih pede...so pocong aja pede really how fitting human huh?" mummified Dita.
"Yes more handsome." said Anan.
chequeleked
Mr. Herdi opened the bathroom door.
"You're still here Ta?" ask herdi sir.
"Ah yes sir just want to go back to the room." replied Dita.
"Can you please please?"
"What do you ask for, sir?" sahut Dita's.
"No papa sir but. emmm I'm afraid to go to the kitchen."
"Oah hahahhaa hayo I want to see how you make coffee."
Mr. Herdi accompanied Dita to the kitchen.
"Sir why is it that I want to eat?" tanya Dita because from earlier Mr. Herdi noticed her making coffee.
"That's not me being my wife, sorry Ta."
Deg. geer severe dong Dita heard the words of Mr. Herdi just now let alone in tandem with his wife.
"So you're sorry mulu hehee is not papa sir, but surely your wife is more beautiful." praised Dita.
"Yes, she's beautiful, but you're beautiful too."
"www..." Dita was hit by a hot splash of water because she was surprised to hear the praise of Mr. Herdi.
"Aren't you papa Ta?"
"No sir, no papa."
Mr. Herdi immediately held Dita's fingers that were exposed to hot water and moistened under running tap water and then cleaned with a tissue.
this oath is why my heart goes up and down from head to foot yes gini knout again duh hold Ta, do not go to geeran tau self elo Ta. Inner Dita.
"It's okay, right?" ask Mr. Herdi.
"I am yes sir, thank you yak."
Mr. Herdi smiled sweetly then took a cup of coffee made by Dita and sipped her.
"Hmmmm delicious Ta, sweet fit, sweet rich made." praise Mr. Herdi.
"Had pak mah make ge er, I became lemes dengernya."
"Your husband will love your coffee."
"Aaa father so sweet, but my boyfriend just don't have how to cepet have a husband."
mr. Herdi laughed lightly listening to Dita's chatter. After finishing his coffee then Mr. Herdi approached Dita close his face. They are now looking at each other to make Dita wrong .
"Well, you're beautiful, thank you, go back to sleep" said Mr. Herdi as he stroked Dita's head and passed to his room.
Dita's fixated not moving silent a thousand languages.
"WO...!!! sober up...!!!" anan's voice shocked Dita.
"Aaaa...!!" Dita hugged Anan involuntarily.
"Gue is very cool... eh you can read the heart of Mr. Herdi, right? she likes it not the same as me?"
"Can't you just leave?" pinta Anan.
"Oh yeah forgot sorry hehehe."
"I can't read the minds of anyone but you."
"No, how could it be?" tanya Dita had a disappointed look on her face.
"Maybe it's the bracelet on your hand that's what keeps us connected."
"Yeah. whereas I want to know very well how the heart of Mr. Herdi, yes it is."
Dita went to her room and continued her sleep because the call of dawn was still a long time.
Anan followed her and just stood in the corner of her room looking at Dita who was sleeping next to Anita.
"Hmmm why do I feel sad..?" muttered Anan.
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To be Continued...
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