Suddenly Chased by Satan
Nyari Afternoon
Ridho's habits that make me sprain it, rarely ngabarin. Did he forget what the hell the hape function was for? or she forgot that this is her boyfriend left in the area.
"Why the hell, Ma'am?" Mona's curious because I'm from a hot worm.
"This afternoon but your kangmas has no news, we are told to wait here until when?" i misuh-misuh.
"They're complicated, too, Mother!"
"Mon, he lives my chat. Not nyampe 5 minutes to tell if he is now the position where or tell you we are told to wait until tomorrow, the next day or 1 century more!" I said not to lose.
"You tried calling Bara!" I said tell the sister-in-law.
"Hape is dead, ma'am. I chat only tick 1, maybe forget to peces!" said Mona.
"Gosh, you bastard, they're both the same. Both can not be connected," I said again.
"Bak, don't say no, Mona's dizzy!"
"Rather than us quail, mending us the way around here aja, Ma'am!" mona's proposal.
"We're not citizens here, Mon..."
"There is a writing, which can pass only residents or natives here?" ask Mona.
"No one, anyway! just right, scared shit too, Mon!" I said.
"Rather than thinking about Ridho mas who makes sewot mulu, mending we look for fresh air outside. Around here, don't go far." said Mona ngide very boy.
"Yes, come on!"
Mona and I came out of Mr. Sarmin's house, and the sky was already an infinite color.
"Where are you going, miss?" ask one of the guards who turned out to be still groggy on the porch.
"Astaghfirlah! ngagetin know, don't you?" my spoken.
"Sorry, where are you going? you told me to stay home,"
"I'm the same Mona wants to nangkepin chicken that has not seen!" ngasal reply.
"Let's catch it then!" said one of the two men whose bodies are high.
I look at Mona with each other. Lah, he thinks we're talking seriously about what that is. Any time a cute chick kayak me with Mona kayaban afternoon-afternoon for chicken nangkepin?
I raised one eyebrow to Mona as a code 'can we kibulin nih people,'
"Yes already if so, tangkepin chicken whiz red color there are ijo-ijonya in the tail of the same wing. At his feet was picketed red thread! splinter huh? you want maghrib!" I said free writing.
And two people who I'm sure have no skills in catching chickens finally left Sarmin sir's house. And start nyariin that chicken made by aing.
After seeing the two of them go away even me and Mona reflex tos. And we're doing jjs, afternoon walks. Definitely in the opposite direction to the guards.
"Hahahahahah, it's so easy!" I said to Mona.
"They drink less what the hell? when are we going out for chicken?" Mona bobbing head.
"Bodo is very important, the important thing is we can get out, Mon!" I said even more excited.
The atmosphere of the village that is still beautiful is a special attraction for aing who has been to live in the city, but if put here a month and two months yes moss as well. Kangen aing is just as bright as the city lights and certainly the mall that makes shopping.
Not aware we walk quite far, while the sky is getting late in the afternoon.
"Mom, Ma! that's the house anyone still has anyway?" point Mona to one of the weathered whitewashed houses that look less manicured.
"That's supposed to exist, Mon. But if placed or not that's what I don't know..."
"Who's passing by?"
"Oh, like that chick, at the window of the house!" said Mona.
"The one with the house." I answered lightly.
Mona pulled my hand to get away from the house that had been a conversation between the two of us, "We're home, Ma'am! the sky is dark too!"
"Well, we're back now!"
I did not kepo because I was lazy to see that way, but the apes fit again mbalek kok eyes unintentionally look towards the window. Although vague, but I understand that in the house there is something unusual.
Mona and I walked quite hastily, yes how do you want adzan maghrib. And he said kan pamali that it was maghrib but still wandering outside. In addition to the meeting between the air day and night that makes it unpleasant, make the atmosphere a bit mystical as well actually.
"Bak don't be spitty, dong!"
"Udah wants a prayer, Mon! kudu cepet back to his house, Mr. Sarmin, Ratmi's mom must have nyariin us!" i'm alesan.
Even though mah hawa is not good, especially the situation of the village is quite quiet and makes creepy.
Fortunately, I had memorized the path we passed, so there was no way we could stray. Except for the Ghoib creature.
Mona held the end of my shirt, feeling that the mother again being twisted her son knows no! But sabodo is very, which obviously we have to get home. And when I looked back, the girl who was in the house was suddenly on the street in front of the empty house earlier. He waved his hand.
"Theshaghfirlah!" my reflexes are called.
"What's up, Ma'am?" ask Mona.
"There's nothing, Mon! I think there's a cat in the back that's following us..."
"Cat village, Mommy?" said Mona who walked and wanted to look back.
"Not to look, Mon! you are afraid of cats! ntar even that beast ngikut continue again thought we were his master!" I said the main thing as much as possible so that Mona keep her eyes straight ahead.
Taps!
Taps!
Taps!
I also do not want to think strangely, if the more they think so even called. No mending, thank you.
Lucky we already nyampe pas adzan maghrib reverberate while the two people we work again wailing still nyari chicken.
"We haven't found the chicken you're referring to, miss!"
"His father looked at the cage next door! maghrib, you'd better get in!" I'm very stylish, like a boss.
Hape happened to live in a bag, it turns out there are many miskolan from Ayang. Just calling back, Mrs Ratmi came from the kitchen.
"Good God, son Reva! where are you guys from?" ask Ratmi's mom.
"Just take a walk in the afternoon, Mom..."
"Mom think you're missing!" said Mrs Ratmi who was definitely worried.
"Sorry, Mom. I'm worried about you." I said, Mona can only smile thinly.
"Yes, this is Maghrib time. I want to pray first, you guys do too...?" said Mrs Ratmi.
"Yes, Mom.." I said.
Ms. Ratmi left both of us and went into her room