Anta's Diary
Old Buildings
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"Oh yes, we are here to hunt ghosts for my youtube," said Anji when he looks the most scared since earlier.
"Don't say anything strange, if you actually meet ghosts also on ngibrit," said the King.
"Hmmm... If you guys are gini together, I'm not afraid, let's make a recording!" bring Anji.
The boy who sat in the third grade of elementary school was immediately stylish in front of the camera with Robi who was still cool to chew. It was as if they were the bearers of horror story-themed news. Every now and then they would highlight the inner old building and make a creepy sounding sound.
"You saw the man in the black shirt, right?" imran whispers to the King.
The king looked at his friend in disbelief.
"I know you can see him, like me," whispered Imran back to the King.
"Can you see ghosts?" ask the King at last.
"Since I was born, I can see them. I thought I was the only one different, but today I'm sure you can see what I see, too."
Imran smiled at the King. Suddenly, the boy's eyes caught something downstairs.
"Ja, what human is a ghost?" imran asked, whispering.
The figure of the woman wearing a shabby white dress like the Dutch era stared at the two boys with a sharp look. His face painted a rage. In his hand was a red axe. He pointed the sharp weapon at King and Imran.
"What are you doing in my house?" asked the woman in a snapping voice.
"Guys, I think we should get out of here!"
The king tried to warn Anji and Robi who were still busy shooting videos and capturing images of the atmosphere in the old building.
"Why the hell, you're afraid of going home?"
Robi exclaimed as she squeezed the chiki wrap in her hand and threw it carelessly. Unfortunately, the trash pack is right about the ghost of the woman who was under it.
"Based on brats, brash, I'll kill you!"
The female ghost shouted while brandishing the red axe and intending to step up. However, the ghost of the man with a hollow wound in the abdomen restrained the female ghost.
"Flew, if he gets angry, he can do anything!" exclaim that man.
Imran and the King stared at each other. Then without any more cue they immediately ran down the stairs. Robi and Anji follow their two friends.
"Woi, where are you going? You guys saw ghosts, huh?" ask Robi.
"Don't know much, let's go outside!" exclaim King.
The four children finally made it out of the old building. In the rush of rain it was almost Imran hit by a pick-up vehicle that immediately braked suddenly.
"Hey, what's going on here?"
Anan opened the glass of his car.
"Yanda?"
"Hurry in!" firmly the man.
Connecting in the front seat only fit for two people finally Anji and Robi ride on the back which is already covered in blue tarpaulin. They mix new with fresh fish that Anan just took from fishermen on the beach.
"The King is the same Imran why the hell, really disturbing," complained Anji.
"Some of why we also follow them to run outside" said Robi.
"Where do I know, I see you running, I run."
"Tomorrow we come here again, go home to school or afternoon if necessary nginep, if the night will be more exciting," said Anji gave advice.
"Round by video content you are just not afraid, huuuuu!"
Anan looked at the pale-looking King and Imran.
"Why were you there?" ask Anan.
"So we didn't deliberately rain down there," the King replied lying.
"Oh, that's it.. That's haunted there, aren't you afraid?" ask Anan.
"Fear, Om, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really!" imran Sahut.
"I have to put this fish first in the store because there is a buyer waiting, later I will take you home, yes," Anan told Raja.
"Okay, Om."
Tin Tin's.
A motorcyclist passed next to Anan's car which had stopped near the man's fish shop.
"Boss, I pesen two packs of tuna, isn't there?" ask the thin and tall man.
"Eh, Bang Togar, there was this but I didn't bring it, what if I take it tomorrow?" ask Anan.
"May, tomorrow take you home, yes," Togar said.
Anan nodded while smiling. However, as the man drove away, Imran looked pale and trembled like a motion sickness nauseous person.
"Why you?" ask King.
"I, I, I can't see his reflection in the rearview mirror" Imran said.
"You mean?"
"It's up to you to believe anything, but if I can't see someone's image in the mirror, it means his death will come closer" Imran said in fear as he clutched the King's shoulder.
Anan heard the boy's words just now. He came closer and tried to calm down.
"That's just your feeling once, don't think too much. You guys go in first, yuk!" bring Anan.
"I'll go home, Om, my house is behind it" said Imran.
The boy immediately ran away without looking back at Anan and the King again. He looks very scared.
"Any little boy" Anan murmured.
"If what he says is true, Yanda?" ask King.
"Ummm. how do I not believe anyway, even if the truth is most just a coincidence. Oh yeah, don't call me Yanda, yeah."
"But—"
"Just don't, call me Om!" exclaim Anan while lifting a box of salmon.
The king followed the man into the shop. A middle-aged woman looked surprised looking at the presence of the child behind Anan.
"That's who?" ask the woman.
"Oh, his son who owned The Anan's restaurant at that time, was raining on the road, this is me going to take him home, Grandma," replied Anan.
"Hello, Grandma, I know the name of the King" said the king, pulling the woman's right hand and kissing the back of the woman's hand.
The woman smiled at the King as she rubbed her hair.
"Duh, so sweet of you, just as small as Anan. Hello, my name is Grandma Darma."
"Ja, Om change clothes first yes, you want to change clothes later Om searchin clothes that are already small," said Anan.
The king nodded his head.
"Grandma make boiled noodles, will you?" ask Grandma Darma.
"You are very happy, Grandma, the same sweet tea can also go, hehehe.." said the King.
"Truly looks like Anan if ceplas ceplos."
The middle-aged woman then headed towards her kitchen.
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