Hi, it's me again.
I still remember
the days in Ramadhan when we were still kids, Ayah had always enticed us to not
to sleep after sahur by telling his ghost-stories after we took our sahur. His tales
were so well-crafted and appealing that we didn’t even have the chance to feel
sleepy.
The image is still vividly emblazoned in my psyche; there, we sat in circle
in the dark living room, as we went along with Ayah’s instantly-made stories.
Yes. Almost every story that he told us are made up on the spot! We siblings
had been very attentive to his story-telling. All sorts of hantu were created;
hantu kipas, hantu pen, and many more hantus who haunt normal things like
stationeries and cutleries were all there. The coolest part was, we never get bored of his
stories. Ayah is one excellent ad-hoc story-teller.
Happy Ramadhan.
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