Just a little break
Humor Religion Nyeleh

DEAD SEA

The night was cold and filled with the rumbling of strong winds. With heavy rain ransacked the tranquility of the night. Three children could only tell at home one of the children about how great the grandfather of each of them was.

“What do you guys know about my grandfather,” asked Ba’da start a chat.

Both of his friends shook their heads. Because how his friends know his grandfather. While hanging out with them, they never.

Ba’da continues the story about his grandfather that he got from his father. He told me that his grandfather was a great man. His grandfather who had killed the greatest Mongol King, Genghis Khan.

Either read the history book where his father Ba’da. The story is very misleading. But, the other child seems to believe. They do not even want to lose telling the greatness of their respective grandfathers.

“That's free? it means I still do my grandfather donk. Do you guys know Vlad Tepes!?” ask Jacky.

Ba’da nodded assuring that he knew. Fatih shook his head. He doesn't know Vlad Tepes for reasons he's never seen with him. Both friends protested to Fatih, saying that Fatih's stupidity was almost on the verge of humanity.

“Vlad Tepes was the most violent king in history, Fat. He's the origin of Dracula's story. Not Al Falah's son!” jacky snaps at him.

“Ouww that, keep related to your grandfather what, Jack?” ask Fatih curiosity.

“He was a ruthless man Fat, and my grandfather who had managed to kill him,” Jacky said proudly.

Faith is not inferior. Fatih insinuated that what had been done by the two grandfathers of his friends was mediocre. To inflict annoyance in the hearts of his two friends. Simultaneously they ask, “Emang your grandfather can what, Fat?”

Fatih smiled and replied, “Hmm, you all lost to me. You guys know the dead sea?” ask her friends.

His friends also nodded. Fatih said again, “It was my grandfather who killed him.”

“Yaa salaam,” says Ba’da and Jacky simultaneously.

POSTHUMOUS

Somewhere there's a test for a naval advance. The conditions are easy, who is the soldier who can hold his breath the longest in the water. Then he will be raised in rank according to the length of time he holds his breath.

After a series of administrative and psychotest selections, there were three soldiers who had the right to follow him. While the other soldiers can only surrender to his fate. Because you can not join the terms of this relatively easy promotion.

Eventually, three of them were tested. In a deep lake. The first soldier was named Fatih. He got ready and started diving. About ten minutes he poked out. “Ten minutes, twenty seconds!” shouting testers.

With that achievement, Fatih was entitled to increase the rank of Colonel. How happy Fatih feels. Then continued the second soldier, he named Ba’da. He got ready, the examiner gave a cue, and he dived.

Then, about fifteen minutes later. He poked to the surface. “Fifteen minutes, forty-five seconds!” shouting testers.

Wow, that's fantastic. With that achievement Ba’da is entitled to obtain promotion to become Commodore. The Ba’da's true girang up to the perimeter of the pacing in the lake. On to the third soldier, he was named Jacky.

Same with his two colleagues. He was prepared, and so the cue was given. He's diving. Ten minutes have passed. The time runs again. It has now been fifteen minutes.

Thirty minutes later. He's nongolous and floating. Until the title given to him was, Posthumously.

YOUNG IS NOT NECESSARILY GREAT

A humid morning in the city of Halimun. It rained heavy rain for almost five hours. Factory fumes mixed with cool dew add to the atmosphere of this humid small town is increasingly romantic.

Modern settlements and classical settlements of the eighteenth century. Decorate this tatakota. In the dark alleyways of newspaper peddlers reported shocking news.

About a twenty-year-old young woman, who married a seventy-year-old old man. It's amazing, isn't it. The perception of the city's population was divided into three, with the news.

Some say that is true love. Some say the woman was only after the treasure of the old man. Because the age of the man is at most a few years away. There are also those who do not have any opinions and perceptions.

Not yet exhausted the shock of the residents. Two days after the wedding was precisely on the night of Friday’atnya the young woman reportedly died. According to the police forensic team. The young woman died from being stabbed by a blunt and rusty object.

One week after the news that shocked the townspeople. The city's damp newspapers, again shocked by the cross-age marriage. A twenty-three year old young man. Married an old woman of eighty-three years old.

Just like the one before. This marriage also makes the perception of the population becomes divided. The fate of the young man was tragic. The young man died at night. On the first night of her wedding.

After they had a party. According to the police info. Supposedly, the young man died from drinking stale milk. Causes its digestion to be sticky and wrinkled.

MATADOR

At a fancy restaurant, Ardan could only stare lethargicly at the food that had been served to him. As a food critic, he was tired of the food menu in this city.

He wants something new, something unique, something creative. But it remains in the surrounding environment. Then he looked beside her. There were two strangers who ate so well. Ardan curious.

He called the waiter and asked what menu the two strangers had eaten. Until they eat well and enjoy. It turned out to be true, the menu presented to the two strangers was an incredible menu.

“The menu is named, El Matadore,” said the waiter.

Ardan ordered the menu. Unfortunately, the menu cannot be ordered directly. The basic ingredient of the menu is bull meat that loses in a matador match, every weekend. If you want to order it should be one week in advance.

The time to order is also up. The last time was at ten today, while the back was at twelve. Ardan is forcing. If he can't get that menu, he'll make a critical note that will bring down this restaurant.

Finally the waiter put his name on the El Matadore order list next week. Time is also rolling so fast. Ardan returned to the restaurant. He confirmed that he had already ordered a place and food from a week ago.

The place and the dishes are prepared. Once ripe, it is served on Ardan's table. It was so delicious this cuisine. Ardan ate it voraciously. However, there was one thing that he thought was unfair.

“Mas sorry. I'd like to ask. How come my meat is smaller than the meat of people who ate last week?” tanyakanya.

“Iyaa, Sir. Because you are part of the testicles of the bull" replied the servant.

After that incident. Ardan stopped being a food critic. He turned to a psychic profession.