AWAKENED
Twenty-Three: Help Found

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This story is just fictitious. All events that occur are free authors' essays, not actually occurring in the places and locations mentioned......

Novan had managed to stop a passing van, after several cars did not want to stop perhaps for fear of seeing someone carrying a bloody person. What helped him was a married couple who were also on vacation longer on this island because of the ship that could not take them home. Novans do not know to thank or curse because of envy, they can vacation comfortably without the interference of mystical things.

Stopping at the hospital, the man who was driving the car immediately got off and helped get Gopal out of his car. That's where Novan finally got loose because they arrived with a veil without any barrier. Since being given permission to enter the car, the young man has asked the couple not to stop praying for their safety. Although doubts were made and the vibrations of fear were real, they still remained at the initial decision to help.

Officers immediately placed Gopal onto the tandi and pushed him towards the handling room. Unceasing Novan thanked even to shake the hand of the couple many times. At least now, there is still hope for Gopal to survive. "Lo strong, Pal. I believe that."

The couple seemed to understand the anxiety of the young man they knew named Novan. But they also have to come back. Because it feels like they can be left, they then say goodbye. "We go first, yeah. I hope his friend is okay."

"Thank you so much again, Mom. I will never forget your help" Novan replied with great sincerity.

Because only focus on Gopal's handling that looks vaguely from the door that is not tightly closed, Novan did not pay much attention to the couple who helped him when they left. The young man was anxious with hope that continued to soar. His hands looked up, praying for Gopal.

The footsteps then came closer, making Novan turn his head. He saw several officers pushing two stretchers with patients there whose faces were covered in white cloths. Novan's eyes rounded when he realized there were so many blood spots on the cloth. he began to suspect, maybe it was the victim of an accident.

A little boy about six years old was running after a cat to coincide with the arrival of the officers. Novan was able to see the little boy unclog one of the people lying stiffly on the stretcher, immediately, immediately, making his chest instantly filled with unusual thumping that made both his eyes instantly blink in disbelief, as well as with his mouth perfectly open. Choked.

"Mass?" he felt that all of this was not real.

Spontaneously, Novan's head turned to the little boy, who was stopped on the spot, also looking at him. The child then let the cat he was chasing just like that, and approached to Novan.

"I accidentally opened the cloth so Mas know," he said with a distinctive tone of the way children talk. "Those who told me to open it."

Novan tried to keep his body in balance. His head turned again to the corpse that he knew was a couple who had just helped him. But then he answered the little boy. "Who do they mean?"

"Mas Dawn with Ms. Ratna. They brought Mas here, right? They are no longer human when they are. Because they don't want what happens to them, it happens to their friends. That's why they want to save him," the little boy replied smoothly.

A second later, a mother was suddenly in front of Novan, leaning over, taking the child into her cradle. "I'm sorry, Mas. My son really likes to talk that is not-no. You are, yes, sayin do not be far from Mama. The nurse will be scolded. Kids can't roam around here."

Novan's eyes scanned the mothers in his doctor's uniform. "Is this Mom's son?" he asked then, still nervously because his shock had not gone away.

"Yes, Mas. I knew I couldn't bring my son here. But my husband is on duty out of town, I can't nitipin him to anyone either because he's always this-that's, so there's no sitter who feels right about him," replied the mother with her confiding herbs which only Novan replied with a short nod.

"I'm not shy, Ma. They all exist. They like to disturb me, "the whine of the child does not accept.

The mother then agreed to be in order. Then he glanced at Novan while greeting him before leaving. "Yes first, Mas. Sorry my son."

Novan only nodded briefly again, still trying to catch his breath going up and down indistinctly. Just a few steps the mother who is a picket doctor at this hospital walked, Novan stopped him. "Mom, wait!"

"Yes?" reply the mother while turning the body back again.

"Two people earlier." replied Novan with a breath that seemed to run out. Brought where?"

A little stunned of course, the mother even looked at the boy who was still carrying. Why did this young man in front of him seem to believe everything his son said?

"The Corpse Chamber."

The short answer is what the mother finally uttered after a daydreaming about her child. Indeed, he had stopped not far from his son and the young man in front of him without them knowing. The mother listened carefully. That was why when it came, it was immediately rushed to apologize for what his son said.

A van was traveling at full speed because the driver was in a state of emotion. The woman next to him also did not stop nagging and a fight ensued.

"I shouldn't have to come here, if I finally see you walking with someone else. I'm your wife, Mas, your wife!"

"He's an old friend of mine, Rat. You just misunderstood. She already has a husband, though. Don't accuse me, I'm tired of not knowing?!"

"Where was an old friend so met the curve of the kayak earlier. Uh, Mas, look, I'm not a fool you can lie to! I'm a woman, just like her. I can see that he likes you!"

The mouthfight apparently continued until the focus of Dawn, the driver so spoiled. Because he spoke insistently while looking to the side, making him unaware that from the opposite direction there was a sugarcane truck approaching. The quarrel eventually penetrated into a physical quarrel, where Ratna beat Dawn even to the point of daring to pull the wheel just like that because of the already unstoppable emotions.

TITTT!!

The loud honking sound from the front made the two of them nod and turn their heads. Just then, the beam of light from the front body of the truck dazzled the eyes, but was about to dodge it was also no time.

The collision finally happened. Until the van was crumbled dimly because it rolled four times while the truck was just to the left and stopped in place after scratching the asphalt nine meters long.

Spirits from Dawn and Ratna who died instantly at the scene were looking at each other in disbelief when they found their bodies covered in blood. Regrets are real. If only they did not put forward each other's emotions, if they could talk about everything well, and many others who now can only be mourned because their journey in the world has ended.

About two hours later, ambulances picked them up on calls from nearby residents passing by. With regretful cries the two followed where their bodies would be taken. Which at that time, on the street, saw there was someone in need of help. They felt, while the unconscious young man who was being carried still had a chance to survive a little, then they had to help him.

And so, Novan and the mother were stifled when they heard the little boy tell him everything. The boy seemed to know and understand that he was being stared at in disbelief by two adults nearby.

"i'm serious. I'm not lying, Ma. Those who told me this."

Novan's mind then immediately floated up remembering the incident earlier. It is true that there was an ambulance passing by, which made him swear aloud because there was little intention from the driver to stop. Apparently the reason the driver did not stop was because in the ambulance there were already two bodies that made them not enough to accommodate people anymore.

"Mas see the ambulance speeding up time with Mas Fajar and Mbak Ratna, right? Opposite direction?" ask the little boy to Novan.

"Where do you know?" surprised reply.

"And I told you. They tell me everything. It was an ambulance that was called the same ambulance driver who did not want to stop it. They came with the intention of picking up Mas. But apparently Mas has been helped by Mas Dawn and Mbak Ratna first."

The sense of wanting to prove itself immediately filled the mind of Novan. He turned for a moment to Gopal inside there who was still being handled, then walked over to the morgue. He realized the footsteps behind him, when he saw that the mother was also equally curious. Walk to the same place.

"What's up, huh?" the officer asked confusedly.

The mother who is a doctor, of course, knows the officer, so he is the one who answers. "I'm the same Mas want to see two victims just now.. Deck, you wait here, huh?" he then switched to talking to the child, and was replied to a nod according to.

With the attendant delivered, Novan saw with his own eyes that the two bodies were indeed the same person who delivered him. Exactly. Even he still had time to memorize accidentally that the man named Dawn had a mole on the nose. The young man almost collapsed feeling everything. So, the car and all that conversation was pseudo? Who is he alone who feels? Then, how did he get in front of the ER earlier?

Indeed, without the young man noticing, everyone he passed by stared strangely at him. The hospital is quiet, but there are some people in the ER who sinister when they see him talking to himself, even to the point of doing a movement that is like crucifying someone.

Believe it or not, there are some people who experience such things. Evidence that help is always there for those who work for something with all their heart. God always has a way of giving His help.

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Footsteps since almost an hour to bring Genta in the same place again. The large tree he memorized out of his head, he had met again for the fourth time. As if he had been walking since, it did not seem to have made it out of the gripping village.

"AARRGHJ!!" furious. He looked back where there were no lights on. For the umpteenth time too the young man had dipped his cell phone. There was no signal at all and it made no sense. He is very sure there is supernatural interference on this matter. "Dogs!"

"Come, Ta. You can, Ta. You need to get help!" his murmur encouraged himself with firm steps. "For Salfa."

Meanwhile, something ahead there made Genta instantly stop, glued to the spot. A woman, who he believed was not a human being, was standing on the side of the road he was on. His clothes were white, his hair was long. You could say, this was the first time he had seen a ghost, and it was a kuntilanak. A familiar figure in society, each of which has a ghost film never absent its presence.

Genta continued walking boldly. There was no fear in him. The one just now was only shocked, but that sense of wanting to fight was still domineering. Getting closer, the figure slowly vanished, and disappeared. Genta smelled fragrant when passing through the place where the figure of the kuntilanak was standing. Either because of stupid or what, he was curious, so he changed his steps toward the back of the bushes there.

"It's very fragrant" he said despite feeling strange, because he didn't know what the smell was. But the steps are still continued, following the aroma.

Until, unknowingly, he arrived at a wooden house that looks more like a hut after brushing a lush bush on his left right until his hand was scratched. Right there, right on the terrace. A very old man was sitting quietly looking at him, like he was waiting for a guest.

There, a thin arch is formed on the lips of Genta. However, that doubt clearly remained. Since being on this island and experiencing many things beyond reason that are difficult to accept common sense, making him speculate that it could be that what he sees now is not a person.

"Catsau, Le. Ora nak wedi. I'm gonna turn you around." (Here, Son. Don'tbeafraid. I want to help you)

The typical voice of the old man can be clearly understood by Genta because he can indeed speak Javanese. But, the young man was still silent in his place. Before long, footsteps running from the other direction made Genta turn his head. How surprised he was to see two people who had split up with him, suddenly also here, in the same place.

"The talent?" vin was equally surprised. The young man gawked to find his friend standing cengo staring at him. "Why is he here?"

Instead of replying, Genta instead turned his gaze to Mbah who was still sitting quietly. Vin also followed the direction of Genta's view, and was even more surprised when apparently they were not only three.

"Ambu scented sing mbok tututi, kui hints nemokno dalan mrene," said Si Mbah. (The fragrance you're following, that's a clue to finding your way here)

"Who is he, Ta?" ask Vin.

Genta. "Lo's here for smelling the scent?"

"Yes, really. How do you know?"

"Say the Mbah who gave the guidance. He's gonna help us."

Meanwhile, Kinara was silent because she did not know what to say. Genta just glanced at him unhappily, and it made him feel even more unhinged. The guilt still continues to occupy him even his level is increasing every time. The girl just looked down stiffly and still managed to catch her breath from exhaustion looking for help here and there with Vin.

The altar suddenly moved, walking two steps closer to the three guests he had indeed been waiting for. Scan them one by one and stop at Genta.

"Srengen karo arek wedok iki. De’e ora wrong." (Don't be angry with this girl. He's not wrong)

Replying with a shocked look, Genta then turned to Vin whose gaze hinted at ignorance because he did not understand the language used.

"Sing's wrong with my kene, Le. I'm a kecolongan," said Si Mbah again. (What's wrong here is me, son. I miss)

"Kulo mboten understand, Mbah," replied Genta. (I don't understand, Mba)

Si Mbah then walked down from the steps of the terrace. His hands were tied behind his body. His gaze was still calm, including his carrier. "Ngee. I was wrong when I siji teko your entourage was incer. Enek sing ngandani me, njaluk tulung." (Look. I know that one of your entourage was targeted. Someone told me, ask for help)

"Synthetics, Mbah?" confused Genta. (Who, Mbah?)

"So, I'm sorry, but can I speak Bahasa Indonesia? I do not understand at all what Mbah said," said Vin who did not want to be the stupidest person there.

The Mbah nodded. "The old granny waiting for the house you're in, came to me. Say that six people were misled. Tomorrow I come, without your knowledge. I was calm because the curly-haired girl had a fetish in her jacket. It may be a gift from his teacher, or someone trying to protect him. But if it happens to be what it is now, it means that the amulet is gone."

Vin and Kinara looked at each other, confused. But unlike Genta who was stunned with a thought that invites him back to the time where Salfa drowned. He put together the pieces of his conjecture until finally, managed to become something he believed in. Genta immediately turned to Vin.

"Before Salfa sank, his jacket was left on the edge. And that mysterious person." Genta paused on his explanation and highlighted Kinara, "all I know is that Bokap lo, he took Salfa's jacket. I thought I'd steal a hape, but it turns out the hape is still there. I guess the guy failed, but... how about if it wasn't a hape?"

Vin was shocked to hear what Genta said. The lamp on his head was like it was instantly shining, brightly lit. "That's taken his talisman, Ta.." - He said.

Both Genta, Vin, and Kinara, turned to Si Mbah and a second later, a brief nod from him had agreed to the words just now.

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