Love Betrayer
Mpok Indun is sorting dirty clothes in the basket for washing. Immediately panicked when she saw the bloodstains on the shirt that Alif wore last night to the hospital. Even though Alif didn't want to talk about it, Mpok Indun knew that something had gone wrong with Alif last night."You rock!" Mpok Indun scolded alone.
Last night Mpok Indun was worried about Alif. Even until Alif came home from the hospital, she was still worried because Alif's face looked pale and his appearance was chaotic. Because he didn't want to be interrogated, the boy rushed into the room. Pretending to be sleeping, even though Mpok Indun knows that Alif's eyes are still open under the blanket. She doesn't know who Alif thinking about now. Ning or Kumara.
Talk about Ning, Mpok Indun remembered that Alif's dowry savings were now twenty million. It's Alif's money. In addition to collecting salaries, lately, Alif has been diligent in looking for other jobs. One of them i
Horror Streaming"Hey, guys! Now we have arrived at the haunted burial area of Menyan Village. It is said that many spirits are wandering around here. Let's prove it," said Aldebaran giddily in front of the cellphone camera that Bobi was holding."Before we enter the graveyard, let's give a gift first, please! Don't forget to follow us. Duo Maung! Let's have fun, guys!" said Bobby.The two young men were determined to stream in the cemetery area in the middle of the night to gather viewers and money on a streaming application."Hello, Auntie Bogel! Thank you for the gift treasure box! Auntie is really good! Let's chat later, Auntie. Share the number." Bobi pointed the camera at her face and winked coquettishly."Come on, come on, through a thousand viewers, let's go inside! No fake! Genuine!" said Aldebaran excitedly."Giddy up! Through the viewer of a thousand cuss we enter the grave, Gaes!" cried Bob.The two desperate men stepped
Doni has returned home today accompanied by his parents. After undergoing treatment for two weeks in the hospital, Doni's condition has improved. Just still looks limp.Neighbors greeted Doni friendly because they were both worried and curious. However, some of the wise understand that Doni still has a lot of rest so it shouldn't be disturbed.As soon as Kumara came out to greet Doni with great emotion, the residents began to buzz around again. Instantly remembered the last event in the study. Kumara has not been proven innocent, even though he is in pain and uncomfortable during the night of recitation."Aa, I miss you," said Kumara who immediately hugged Doni tightly. The beautiful woman was crying. Sad, happy, mixed.Doni smiled back at Kumara's hug. He misses Tamara too. Inhaling the scent of Kumara's hair made his desire surge."Honey, are you okay as long as I am not at home? Why are you so skinny, Neng?" Doni asked softly.
Dinner with Kuntilanak"My baby! Give me back my baby!” Nurma's voice was loud. The sobs of Nurma and her family filled the morning void in the village of Menyan.Everyone sympathizes with Nurma, including Babe Rojali. How not if Nurma is his nephew, the youngest child of his deceased biological sister. Since childhood, Nurma is used to playing on Babe's lap. Taken care of like his child.Not just any family. Nurma's late father was the eldest child and used to be the backbone of the family. Thanks to his services the brothers and sisters became better. He never tired of carrying his younger siblings to and from school and also working day and night as a laborer when he was a teenager to help pay for education until his two younger siblings became undergraduates. Meanwhile, Babe Rojali managed to build a rattan craft business."Sorry, Nur. I sympathize with the tragedy that befell you. But are you sure that you are pregnant?” asked Mbak Sarmi,
While clutching a suitcase, the contents of which are not much and certainly not much, Alif walks the challenger to his house. From a distance of ten meters, the handsome, somewhat sloppy-style boy can already smell the delicious aroma of Mpok Indun's fried chicken, deliciously. His mother. (A nickname for Betawi's older sister, in Jakarta, the capital city of Indonesia).It's fun to go home and eat right away, Alif thought. It was tiring during the hours-long journey from Batam island to Jakarta, he passed by spreading charm to and fro with the harems, including the beautiful flight attendant like plus sexy voluptuous. Tempting people requires energy, right? That's why the bachelor was already starving."Assalamu 'alaikum. Nyak! I'm home!" (Nyak means mother) Alif shouted cheerfully from the front door of his house, right on the terrace. Alif looked at the terrace, still the same shape as two years ago before he left to wander. There is a couch to sit
Alif is still engrossed in the bathroom. Babe Rojali banged on the bathroom door."Hurry up! Hurry out!" shouted Babe Rojali from behind the door."Elah, Be! My hair is still shampoo and it's been banged on. What's going on?""You have to hurry up and take a shower. Last night I ordered Doni, the new neighbor in front of our house. You have to go for an interview this morning at his office. Who knows your fortune will be accepted there."Alif narrowed his eyes at Babe Rojali's explanation. What's wrong? When do you apply for a job? How come all of a sudden it's just an interview, Alif thought."What kind of work, Be? Then you'll be asked to date mature women again. It's boring. Looking for a fresh graduate once in a while," said Alif as he finished his bath."You have a terrible brain! What kind of work is important, it's halal (Shari'a or rules in Islam that regulate what can be done or eaten according to Allah's orders), Tong! After all, D
Alif has not felt nervous during an interview session in a long time. You know. Recently he has been getting odd odd jobs. Babe even often grumbles because his engineering degree is not used properly. Get a stray job that has nothing to do with technique.But this time Alif's luck was good. The HRM (Human Resources Manager) who interviewed him seemed interested. The man read Alif's application in his hand with a broad smile. On that day Alif thanked Babe Rojali for caring so much about him that he secretly took care of Alif's application letter. Babe wants Alif to work quickly, not because of money, because Babe Rojali has a bamboo garden which results in a bamboo craft business. The turnover is decent and it is enough to help Mang Dayat, Kang Ibik, and several blind youths who are less fortunate to work there. Babe Rojali is just worried to see his single son become unemployed. Even though Alif is often beaten, abused, and taken in all sorts of ways, it's like a sensei sword
This morning is so fresh. Also special for Alif because today is a day off after his first week of working at an elite property office. Time to relax while drinking coffee on the terrace, Alif thought. Just a step out, Alif's smell caught the smell of uduk rice from across the street. Precisely at Mbok Cenul's house. "Just wait in front of it. It's been a long time since I've eaten Mbok Cenul's curdled rice." Alif immediately went to Mbok Cenul's yard. It has been a long time since Mbok Cenul has been in the breakfast trading business with cooking skills, a home page, and a small setting filled with perfunctory food ingredients. "Anyeong, Hyung!" (Korean Language, means: Hello, Brother) said Rizky approaching Alif friendly. Alif took a seat on a bench in front of a long table that could be occupied by several people. Sabrani was already there, a resident of the village of Menyan, drinking coffee while playing with his cellphone, scrolling thro
Lisa's make-up this afternoon is not usual. Her hair is messy and pulled up, just wearing a free T-shirt with a drink brand and hot pants. She slings a small bag at his waist. The steps were in a hurry towards Mbak Sarmi's shop in front of the alley. Once in front of the alley, Lisa's eyes lit up like an eagle finding prey. The target is already at the scene. Lisa came over to Mbak Hamidah, Teh Kokom, and Mpok Yetti who were still hanging out at the stall accompanying Mbak Sarmi while grinding pecel (kind of Indonesian food made from vegetable) spices for her customers. "Assalamualaikum, Charlie's Angel!" cried Lisa to the three women. All of a sudden, the three women had perfect appearances, bright straight lines that almost reached their ears, bright red lipstick, and thick powder set aground. "Waalaikumsalam!" Everyone answered Lisa. However, Mbak Hamidah scowled and looked away. "Surely you already know what I'm here for, right? Wh