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#12 Cambodia Travel

《Try to close your eyes, if you see an occult figure, at least you don't see his creepy face.》

"Oh yasudah, continue eating you. If less added yes Dimas, Riko." said mother while leaving the dining room somewhere.

The dining room was silent without any talk, Dimas and Riko were only focused on the food that was in front of them. Riko got up from her seat and washed her hands which she had previously used to eat food. 

Riko sat back down, on the chair she used before and said. "You read the group? he said the boys at last want to gather later at the mallem house, you two come?" ask Riko.

"Not read the group, do not know what will not come malem, if you come Dit?" dimas shouted back his question to me.

"Don't know, if you go with Mas, I'll do it, but if you don't come. I guess I also will not come, you know that in class I am not too close to anyone other than Dimas, you're Ko because I happened to try earlier we didn't meet at the meatball stall, there's no way I can get this close to you." I explained.

After three hours, Dimas and Riko played in my house, they gave permission to go home because they were afraid to find parents. "Tante Dimas and Riko say goodbye to home tan, thank you very much for the cuisine, delicious lohh. tan." said Dimas praising my mother's cooking. 

"Yes tan, Riko came home. Riko also said thank you for the delicious cuisine heheh. "excited Riko made my mother smile happily.

"Yes-yes, you guys be careful on the road." replied my mom who was sitting on the sofa.

The two of them shook hands with my mother and went straight home, I brought them to the front of the fence. "Udah Dit, just get here, thanks yo. Later that night I will tell you again" said Dimas.

Dimas and Riko finally went home together because the direction of their house was in the same direction.

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The clock was at seven o'clock at night, as usual I was waiting for dinner to be ready, and also waiting for my mother to call me down. I noticed my housekeeper was a little bit creepy, there were three figures that were visible from my advantages, namely kuntilanak who was in the bathroom in my room, a little boy with no eyeballs who always ran to and fro, and also the grandfathers of the toilet keepers downstairs.

Suddenly my mother's voice shocked me from the daydream. "Dito, come down!"

"Yes mom Dito downstairs." I replied as I hurried down the stairs.

When I got downstairs, I saw that there was no father at the dinner table. "Mom, which father? not home?" ask me while sitting in a chair, unlike usual father overtime.

"Your father is out of town on business, he should also be out of town but he'll be with you if he has to stay home alone" she told me.

Suddenly my phone rang, it turned out to be a phone call from Dimas. "Yes hello? why Mas?"

"On-dit, help me. I'm straying inside an empty house on a Cambodian street, please Dit!" dimas said with a trembling voice of fear.

"But Mas... " 

"Tut.tut..tut.. " connection disconnected, I tried to call back Dimas but there was no answer at all from him. "The number you're heading to is out of reach try a few more moments."

My mother looked at me confused. "What's Dit?" ask me to worry.

"This is ma'am, anu. it's Dimas." I replied unable to think.

"By the right way Dit!" 

"Mom, Dito said yes ma'am, Dito promised not to come home late at night" I said as I kissed my mother's hand and rushed into the room to pick up the jacket and motorcycle keys.

"Dit, careful!" 

"Yes mom!" I answered while turning on the motor.

I'm heading down the Cambodian road that I used to be close to my housing complex. When I got on the Cambodian road, I intended to ask someone where the Cambodian vacant house was. Because so many houses were standing in the streets of Cambodia, from a distance I saw a merchant of boiled beans, maybe I could ask him.

I stopped my bike next to the braised peanut merchant and started my intention to ask him. "Excuse me sir, I'd like to ask. If you can figure out which is the empty house on this street?" ask me on the father of the seller of boiled beans.

"It's the deck, straight at the end of the fork" replied the father of the seller of boiled beans with his crushed face showing it to me.

I immediately called and restarted my motor quickly. "Where's the deck? don't want to buy the stew beans?" the ghost of the father of the stewed bean seller approached my motorbike, unfortunately my motorbike was very difficult to turn on.

I kept trying to start my engine, luckily my engine finally turned on. And I immediately rushed to leave the father of the ghost-boiled peanut seller.