Suddenly Chased by Satan
Ghost Bus
Tonight Ridho and I arrived at the stop. I prepared one backpack, and so did Ridho. We can not bring a suitcase, because it is certainly much more complicated.
"Is this really the wait here?" my many.
"It seems.." answered Ridho.
"Well, how do you think? haven't you ever been on a bus in that direction?"
"Never before dear? anyways, at that time we will go there together. And it was my first time going to Karla's house" Ridho said.
"Beuuhhhh is called dear, the sweet heart melts Baaaaaaang!" I'm in the heart.
But my grin stopped immediately because of the cold wind that suddenly hit my body.
"Crazy, it's cold!" I said.
"Yes, it's already 10 o'clock malem." replied Ridho who wobbled.
"What time is on the ticket?" I know, because we've been waiting for almost an hour but this bus is not passing through it.
"Hour 9.." said Ridho, he sat next to me by putting his hand in the jacket pocket.
"Maybe more nervous" he continued.
"Ngaretnya not about this mah! can't we get the stop wrong?" I met kangmas Ridho.
"Come with! here, it can't be wrong, oeang I just buy the ticket time!"
"Buy it yourself or through a scalper?"
"Cello! tired line!" said Ridho who occasionally looked at the watch in his hand.
"You are suspicious..."
"What matters is the ticket, right? I also bought it expensive!" said Ridho.
I was mending no comment, kesel but mending diem. Though the mouth really wants ptotes same Ridho, but hold it already.
Gaes, the problem is if the bus is nongol it is okay to buy through the touts of the cake to buy their own cake, fine-fine only. Lah this we are doing yoga without certainty will make bete.
But when the turmoil is dominating the heart that wants to mengedumel but can not, I am worried there is a light beam from a distance.
"Dho, Dho! maybe it's the bus!" I'm Ridho's shoulder tepokin.
"Where?" Ridho who was playing hape directly ngantongin tuh bedepeng into his pocket again.
"Huuufh, finally come!" I said excited, already like an elementary school kid who wants a picnic.
I narik Ridho make ready to hold each bag. And the bus stopped very fast in front of the stop where we were standing.
"We check the ticket first, Va.." said Ridho who wanted to dig through his pocket.
"Once upon a time, the bus stopped. We'll be left behind, Dho...!" I pulled my girlfriend to get on the bus.
The bus was very crowded, only two seats were left.
"I think it's our seat" I walked in the middle, followed by the kangmas. The bus began to run through the streets.
"Va, I haven't checked the ticket yet! if we get the wrong bus!" said Ridho.
"Will not be wrong! I saw in front, there was a writing of the city we were going to! sit down, sit down!" I said sitting on the side of the window and Ridho would not obey what I wanted.
Instead of arguing there is no point, yes, I oozed a bottle of mango-flavored drinks.
Glug.
Glug.
Glug.
Beuuuhh. The atmosphere of the night is so cold. Ac bus is not kidding, make me have to mepet to Ridho.
"Why? cold?" asked Ridho, I nodded.
"Va .. I don't think this is a bus..." Ridho sways towards the front and back. The lights were deliberately turned off, maybe so that the passengers could rest, and that makes us not so clearly see the conditions inside here.
"The ticket!" said a man I believe to be the bus conductor.
Ridho immediately picked up the two tickets he had stored in his pants pocket.
The conductor returned the ticket without anyone as bad as two more words.
"That's right? if we get the wrong bus, that's the father must have told us to get off...! i'm sotoy.
"Yes, but..."
I was the one who followed snacking, only felt that the atmosphere of this bus was so quiet. No one talks at all.
"Have they slept?" i muttered.
"Why?" Ridho looked at me.
"What kind of baby, what sleep is it, Dho?" I just answer Ridho with a second shoulder, which means he also does not know why there is no voice in the slightest.
I looked in the back seat. My eyes caught something, eh no. More precisely a little girl who was sitting with a woman, probably her mother.
He looked up and grinned at me with his pale face.
"Well!" breath hunting.
I sat back in my position, I looked at Ridho who again brushed, not literate.
"Dhoooooooo....!" I put my fingers on his cheek. I don't want people to be forced to pat her cheeks.
Plaque!
Plaque!
I double-tabbed his cheeks.
"Aawwhhh!" Ridho complained and finally his eyes that made me nat nut unclear it finally opened as well.
"It hurts, Vaaaaa!" Ridho rubbed his cheeks.
Now it's his jacket turn that I pull.
"Dhooo! Dhoooo! this bus is not okay!" I whispered into his ear.
"Diem is! you're the one who's gonna make sure I get on this bus, aren't you?"
"Yes but it was--"
"Everything if the prospective husband says it in the first horrin! don't ngeyel!" Ridho even nalahin.
"Yes but behind it there---"
"Srsst! the more noisy you are, the more suspicious you are. Now diem and enjoy this journey, pray that they do not stray us!" said Ridho firmly.
"Takuuuut.." I added mepet when I saw two men and a woman sitting opposite us. A glimpse of his face was visible due to the reflection of light from outside the window.
IT'S PALE!
Degs...
Degs...
Degs...
My heart looks like it's on a stabbing tabuh.
Now I'm glued to the thing in the man's hand.
"Rubic?" shirihku.
Clack clack clack clack clack.
I heard the sound of rubik being swirled randomly. He played the box without seeing it. Ridho stretched to his right side. And his eyes went straight back.
The feathers of kudukku bristles.
"Dho, I guess..."
"Suuuuttt, don't mention it! I've known from the first step on this bus. Don't make a fuss, Va. Later we are taken to their nature," said Ridho.
"Don't nakutin, Dho..."
"Well, who wants to? now you go ahead. Look at the one-one passenger. That's also if you're brave." said Ridho.
"No. Takuuuut, let's go down, Dhooooo..."
"Udah hastened! we'll just wait until the bus stops, and then we'll get off." said Kangmas.
"When not stop how?"
"Yes wassalamualaikum warohmatullahi vabatokatuuuh!" sahut Ridho's.
"Don't nakutin!" I'm tabok congornya.
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