"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.