Kakek Sutimin adalah mantan Jawara yang digosipkan memiliki Ajian Rawa Rontek. Konon pemilik ajian ini memiliki kekebalan tubuh.

Namaku Mariska Frederika, aku lahir dari keluarga berada di kota K. Namun sejak kecil aku ikut Kakek-Nenek dikarenakan orang tuaku berpisah. Nenekku biasa memanggilku Icha. ya, sejak SD aku suka dibuli teman-temanku karena perawakanku yang mirip bule. Ayahku asal Belanda dan Ibuku asal Bandung. Terlepas fisikku yang tinggi aku punya suatu keanehan yakni diriku sangat suka dengan Hewan.

Bandung

I used to travel to Bandung once a week for visiting my  buddy.

On one of my trips, I met an elderly man with an unusual appearance. He was a chaman to me.

He handed me a book with a picture of Bromo Mountain on it.

"It contains magical spells!" he exclaimed.

"Never read the back of this book before you get home!" he warned.

Why? I inquired of him.

"Pamali, you'll get angry when you read it," the old man predicted.

What is the cost? I inquired of him.

"It contains words that will make you mad at me if you read them before you get home, as well as magic words," he explained. It set you back 500.000 rupiah.

He said it with a smile on his face.

After I paid him, he requested the driver stop at the bus stop.

After 10 minutes, I was curious as to why I couldn't read the back of this book.

So I decided to defy the rule and reintroduce it.

"Price tag: 25.000 rupiah, title of the book: Bromo Mount in History," it says.

Damn!

"The creepy story of an old mirror in my school."

That was me in the 5th grade; yes, I was young and innocent.

I didn't know that a horror could happen at my beloved school. The story began when Mr. Ujang, our school guard, told a creepy story.

He said on a rainy day in our canteen, "Never mirror yourself using an old mirror that I covered with a lousy blanket in our warehouse."

I asked a question, "Why?"

"It will bring bad luck into your life; stay away, son," Mr. Ujang replied.

Two weeks later, Mr. Anton, our teacher who taught sports, asked me to take a new badminton net into our spooky warehouse.

I looked around to see where the net was.

A glimpsed I saw a lousy blanket.

There's a whisper in my ears. "Take your time and see yourself in our priceless mirror."

Suddenly, I was walking with no control; it seemed a mysterious voice guided me to walk there. My arms opened that lousy blanket.

I looked into the mirror and realized I was standing.

Suddenly, my face changed into Jackie Chan.

Lol

Once upon a time, there was a debate between Mr. Mansyur and Mr. Haji Sarmili.

They were debating about a motorbike, and Mr. Mansyur asked Mr. Haji Sarmili, "Should I use my motorbike for ngojek?"

Mr. Haji Sarmili gave Mr. Mansyur advice to use his motorcycle for ojol. But Mas Mansyur insisted on using it for ojek pengkolan.

Then I came up for interrupting them, "Hey, what's up, what's wrong?" Haji Sarmili said, "He didn't listen to my advice to use his motorbike for ojol!"

I asked Mr. Mansyur, "Is that true?"

Mr. Mansyur replied, "Yes, I disagree with him!"

May I ask a question to you, Mr. Mansyur?

Mr. Mansyur replied, "Sure."

As far as I know, you are unemployed, right?

Mr. Mansyur replied, "Yes, it's almost been a year since I was unemployed."

So how do you buy a motorbike? I asked him.

Mr. Mansyur answered, "It's just my thought."

"I even don't know how to ride it." Mr.mansyur replied.

"Oh my God!" I shouted.

You guys almost hit each other because of a fantasy!

Note:  In Indonesia, people usually use motorbikes for public transport, and we call them ojek pengkolan for offline ojek, and ojol for online ojek.