Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 22

When he heard the answer, Gibran did not immediately believe it. He observed the place around him and how surprised he was when he realized that he was at the cemetery and not a few people dressed all in black were leisurely bobbing on the grave ground, there is also a relaxing bobbin on the headstone.

"Sir Kyai, I'm in the grave and I'm being bundled into a silt." Gibran felt his body shivering instantly, he felt a little scared but was also very confused by what he was currently experiencing.

"And those people? Why are they sleeping here? Did their mattresses get stolen by a ferret?" ask Gibran to start babbling.

"You think they're chickens." The Kiai understood Gibran's strict attitude.

"My dad told me that Nak Gibran was in a movie. Don't think about it, let's get Gibran out of the hole!" The Kiai still tried to make Gibran not feel confused.

"Where's the camera?" ask Gibran because there's not a single camera in there.

"Transparent, and you can't see it" said Kiai, smiling kindly and amazed at the miracle he had just seen with his own eyes, uh not the eyes but the eyes of the head.

"Are there, sir?" Gibran asked and his hand wanted to scratch his head which was not itchy but could not because it was still tied.

"Some, it's better now that Gibran's out first." He rubbed Gibran's head gently.

"How do I get out if my body is tied up like this, sir? It's impossible for me to jump, what am I really poconging?" Gibran poked his lips. To move alone was hard how embarrassed he was to walk.

You're a pocong, son of Gibran. Father also can not hold you, father's body wong same body you are the size of your body. The Kiai only said in his heart because he still made Gibran not feel afraid.

Gibran was wide-eyed when he heard Kiai's inner voice. The word kiai that he is indeed pocong, means that at this time he has .. ah Gibran shook his head and threw away his mind that he was dead.

"Sir Kiai, I'm still alive but why did you say I was a pocong?" Gibran looked around him and there were no pocongs or subtle creatures he saw.

"Lho, how could Nak Gibran know that I said Nak Gibran is a pocong." The Kiai was astonished but quickly turned Gibran's attention away from talking about the pocong again.

"Yes tempeh, sir. Wong was obviously the father who said that." Gibran stared at the Kiai flatly.

"Son Gibran, wear the shroud to cover your rifle, you'll only untie the top." Kiai opened the rope in Gibran's hand and a rope in his leg.

"What's the snack, sir?" asked Gibran plainly, a piece of shroud he was wearing.

"Your mouthful" said Kiai, pointing at Gibran's rifle with his index finger because if you use the thumb his name was to hit instead of pointing.

"Sir Kiai saru." Gibran turned his back on Kiai.

"Yes, Nak Gibran does not understand either." The Kiai came out of the pit and was followed by Gibran afterwards.

"Sir, I'm wrapped in a shroud means I'm dead dong?" ask Gibran seriously.

"You were just a cucumber for a moment" said Kiai, smiling handsomely even though his face was wrinkled.

"Sir Kiai is sane, right, sir? How could I be my wong empress a man" Gibran said, making the Kiai pat her on her own forehead.

"Dizziness? Drink Oskadon, sir!" gibran orders with his song.

Is it because you've been dead once you've been a gesrek, son Gibran? Kiai looked at Gibran with pity.

"What did you say?" ask Gibran for hearing Kiai's inner voice faintly.

"Nothing."

"Sir, are we home?" ask Gibran after

"Yes, we go home now," the kiai asked confidently.

"They didn't wake up first, sir?" gibran asked pointing at the people who had fainted.

"Later they will wake up, you don't have to care about them first. The most important thing right now is your life." The Kiai explained the meaning.

"But, Sir." Gibran seemed heavy leaving those people behind.

"It's okay, son." Mr. Kiai pulled Gibran's hand and immediately took him away from there.

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When the faint-hearted people woke up, they immediately looked towards the empty Gibran burrow without any bulging inside.

"Kok serem ya, we go away just yuk from here," take one to someone else.

"Yes, let's go." With goosebumps they immediately left the funeral with mixed feelings there was sad, happy, scared and strange.

Ranti and Satya are one of the people who chose to run when they saw Gibran's corpse who spoke and opened his eyes earlier.

"Bun, did you see that Gibran spoke in his grave?" tanya Satya who is currently hiding under a thick blanket along with Ranti.

"Yes, Dad. Mommy saw that last time the eyes of the barren were open." Ranti hugged Satya very tightly, the two of them were currently being struck by deep fear.

"Dad wants satay if you remember lontong, Bun." Satya hugged Ranti not less tightly.

"No, Dad. Later if you buy satay someone says 'Bang buy the one hundred skewers, Bang' is what, Dad?" ranti said imagining the ghostly woman she often sees in horror films.

"Mother victims of horror movies." Satya kissed Ranti's forehead with a feeling of sadness, usually at times like this Gibran was always in their midst and made a small commotion with them.

"Well, Mommy's afraid that Gibran's ghost will come home." Ranti hid her face in the chest of Satya's field.

"If the dead man can never go home, Bun. What often shows itself is the jin qarin, Bun." Satya rubbed Ranti's hair that was scratched and messy.

"Hiks ... Well, Mommy misses Gibran." Ranti cried sobbing while remembering Gibran.

"Don't think too much, Bun. Our son is dead and we can do it again now." Satya's words make Ranti blush but also feel very upset because when she was sad because of Gibran's death, Satya could-can still think perverted to him.

"Dad don't pervert, mother now still sad because of Gibran's death." Ranti let go of her husband's embrace and got out of bed, she forgot her fear and came out of the room and walked into the living room.

Ranti's eyes were fully rounded as if the eyeball was almost out of place, the heart seemed to stop beating, as if, his tears seemed to dry up until his breath felt heavier when he saw the figure of Gibran with a kiai standing right in front of him.

"T-can't be her-" Ranti spoke without a voice, she looked at Gibran with a look of disbelief because her heart had believed that her son was gone.

"Mother, Gibran kangen." With the promise Gibran hugged Ranti and made Ranti instantly unconscious because she was embraced by the figure of her dead child.

O son of Gibran, you have made your mother feel afraid and unconscious because you saw you were alive.

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