Horror Story
Steve's Diary - Me and your Woman

"Morning has been treated to a beautiful view."

I said with a smile.

It turned out that not only the figure of the young man who entered my lecture class, there was one more..

I took the bench in the back corner, looked around and right. There is another female figure.. Wear a red shirt with flowers. A smooth, white figure paled all over his skin and face, however..

Wouwww...

It looks beautiful too.. Chinese female demit in her shanghai suit I observed and I forced myself to shift my seat, approaching her. Approaching the woman's demit..

"His face is sad? Why is mbak?,

ask me with pity.

"Kekeke. it was that incident that made me become like this, that incident..",

the answer is heavy to me.

Ahhe..

Why should I add to my sad list by listening to his outpouring..

"Yes, you're here. And don't disturb my friends and professors..",

I asked him and only answered with a weak nod.

College as usual. Very ordinary maybe I feel. But this time accompanied by several waiting demits that are always in each class. Very challenged if you think too.

I'm a super ordinary doni who suddenly became a child who could see the demons. Sometimes I also feel shocked and afraid if I suddenly meet a creepy figure.

"Well, I think the demit is only night, it turns out that even though a day like this also still dare to nongol ya. hehe..",

my inner.

I didn't expect, in this short period of time I forgot all the sadness for the sake of sadness after your departure, my friend..

Like I said, I must be strong and steadfast in living this perfect life. Every human being, whether human, animal or plant,

even demits have been given the most special life according to their respective portions by god, but.. Many also feel less and less so they forget their life is already super perfect..

Even you, my friend, you have ruined the masterpiece of a beautiful god by hurting yourself with your selfishness. Because your narrow mind is a friend, and because..

Ahh. It's not nice that I sneer at my friend who is gone even in wishful thinking..

That jargon again that I saw in the front pamphlet of my college. Ad writing that is quite entertaining will hurt and hurt me. Only the sick feel these three things. Only a weak person cannot do all the words spoken in his mouth.

Manners one of the words that I must do as the most perfect creature of God. So if my mouth and my brain were created from the most perfect thing..

So it is not worth the mouth and brain to say the dog and tai to anyone even with a smile on the heart, a smile as sweet as tea tangled in the legs semeru at that time..

I also smile when I remember my best friend who showed off his black ribbon and cut his lip and always say manyu and manyun.

He's my friend, my friend, my other friend. Which always makes me laugh, which always gives me happiness. It's not like you, steven, it's not like you running from reality. The dead of life, the foolish in the void.

You feel lonely and sick, steve. It's because of your own stupidity, not because of me, not because of your other friends, not because of anyone on this earth.

"Help me, my friend, I'm so scared..",

say the figure across.

Wowh, you look like steve in my eyes. You look more fucked up than when your face hangs on that log. But I feel so sorry and sorry for you, my friend, however I will help you to get what you dream.

"You're steve, surprise me",

I answered trying to calm down.

"Are you tormented by your current condition, man?",

my many.

He answered only with a nod of the head that somehow his position was like a broken left..

Wherever I have done, I can see the decaying demit steve. I don't know why I'm not afraid at all. It turned out that I had indeed exceeded a little of what sir man said in his whisper.

Surya was very hot in the capital this afternoon. Without exception was the cloud that covered his hospitality..

"Well, where good. Time daritadi did not meet real friends at all..",

my inner.

A soft voice greeted me..

"Hi don.. You know what time is in semeru?",

say your woman to my best friend.

Turns out your lady's pitying and considerate of me, Steve. Is the question in the word really sincere or just sweetener lips only?

"Ehh. Yes I'm gapapa. Which I'm sad is steve who hasn't met until now..",

I answered while walking towards the green yamaha motor given by my father.

I do not expect anything that comes out of the sweet mouth of your woman, my friend..

"That's right, don't you think about Steve anymore. Someone's been looking for him there..",

he said, your woman without any hard feeling sad apalgi friend.

I pushed my yamaha 80' motor away from the shade of the dutch asem tree, so what..

So that your pretentious woman, that your woman who does not appreciate you, that she whom you adore follow me, follow me the heat of the heat of the afternoon.

"Doni, we're in napa's shade, it's hot in here..",

his complaints are full of spoiled whining that is disgusting to me.

Why should you choose a woman like that friend, why would you drop your heart on a woman who only sees friends' possessions?

"Ah come on, I want to see my girlfriend. You just go there so you don't get hot..",

I told him I lied to him so he wouldn't follow me again..

Tired of seeing your woman, man..

It was a pity, a woman as beautiful as her, but could not appreciate her beauty.

It is undeniable, every woman must choose a man who is established in the economy, however.. As a woman you also have to dare to take risks when men become poor. Because every man wants to make his woman the tallest and most special in his life.

But if destiny says something else..

Only with your genuine care, women, will you get the strongest man and the man who will always protect and suffice you.

I also did something I was dizzy

With a woman like that.

I said in a still-abashed heart.

It was a hot and hot day. My heart and soul cannot be hot. I twisted my motor gas and arrived at the bus stop at the base of the bajaj sir..

"Woii sir.. How was it today? Have many passenger orders?',

ask me to speak to him who is sitting in front of his bajaj.

"A lot of it's been in the takar, man. The important thing is that we are always looking and being grateful..",

Reply mr. mas.

I set foot on the payphone to just tell my mother at home, that her son is still outside and still can't go home.

"Hallo, assalamualaikum mom.. Now doni is at the base of bajaj, maybe a little afternoon new doni come home",

I said to my mom across the phone.

"Waalaikumsalam. But steve's mom called and was looking for you. If you can before you go home, you go there. Be careful on the road anyway..",

said my mother who loved me so much while hanging up the phone.

What exactly made steve's mama look for me. Did Steve make a move in his family?

"What else is it, man? This is shaved ice, I bought it next to the market. Let's have a drink together..",

Said man and I, right,

Dusk is a beautiful thing. But I always felt that dusk never forgets his jokes about words and taste..

Huff. Now I'm bored of myself. Always look at their invisible form. Until often I laugh by myself because sometimes see their behavior and shape is funny..

Be it a pocong with a tie of pigtails that stand pecking under the garden lights across the street. There's a Dutch noni crying incessantly on the bridge. There are like two frogmen carrying each other. Funny that everyone knows..

"Sir man how can I now see demit and other supernatural things yes, what and why sir?', sir?',

I asked the man.

Mr. Man simply replied with his signature joke and said, "You've enjoyed it..".

Mr. Man simply replied with his signature joke and said, "You've enjoyed it..".

The day was replaced by the evening. Time I go through without feeling bored let alone bored. Joke after joke seems to clean the tired in the mind of a young man. Yes, this lost young man like myself..

"Dude, it's late afternoon. You go home first..",

advice from man.

"Yes, sir, I want to go to my friend's mother's house..",

I replied while glancing at Demit steve who had been standing next to a pay phone.

Let it be. Even if you are always beside me, I will continue my life. Life as a metropolitan youth with a million despair, a life with a million love and affection from the family..

I pushed my 80' motor down the sidewalk, the custater with all my might so that I was always connected like every part of my motorbike.

Time of night. I standard my bike in front of that house. The house where when I ran away and escaped the pain and screams of a mother who felt the loss of her favorite child.

"Good night, hello. Good night..",

my greetings are full of caution.

Come out a middle-aged mother with a sad face that resists longing.

"Ooo. Come on in, somebody wants aunty to tell you..",

he said that I could not see sorrow on his face.

"Yes aunt"..

My answer is short

"Doni aunt wants to ask for help once again with you. Aunty has heard from the officer who was there last night after you left.", he said..",

Say her, your mama steve.

"Officers have not yet obtained any signs of steven's existence", he said..",

Further.

"Auntie asks for help, drop aunt there. Doni's not busy being finished?',

Pinta and ask your mother, man.

A game or madness moreover this. I really didn't think that your mother asked me to drive her to where you ended your life.

"I. yes aunt. But should not just wait aunty?”,

Reply with a tremble.

The night is filled with millions of stars. A bright night as bright as this but still shaking the chest of a poor doni. The misfortune of the feeling he felt. Your mother's steve..

"So dawn, aunt dreamed steven was somewhere. Steve asked for help but no one helped him.?”, no one,

steve's mom said as she wiped her tears.

"Good aunt, will doni go there. I would like to ask other friends to come along..",

I said I could keep your mama from feeling depressed over your stupidity and the lies I had to give all along.

I asked permission to go home to Steve's mother who was still sitting with her tears. I promise you in two days I'll pick him up to your rope and your hanging steven tree. So you don't make your mama sad, so you don't keep following me in my life. So you might..

Yes..

Maybe you'll find some peace there. At the top of swarga loka mu friend..

When I got home, my beautiful mother was

welcoming me, welcoming with his signature smile that can always make me miss.

SERIATE..