BERHALA ISLAND
EPISODE 137: WELCOMED FEMALE GHOSTS

    No matter how long Podin fainted in the central room of his village, of course no one knew, and certainly no one would help or help him. Even though it was like the word until Podin died, surely no one knew it. Yes, because the villa was in the middle of a thick plant, like living in the middle of a forest, far from the village, and even if screaming no neighbors heard one. That is the result of a house that is far from the neighbors, a house that is far from other residents, a house that is only aloof as well as a house that is in the middle of the forest alone.

    Until the sun is high, the new Podin realized, the new Podin woke up. Yes, it's possible that Podin fainted, then went on to sleep well. Therefore, Podin now does not feel sleepy anymore, does not feel tired, does not feel pain or tired. Just like Odin just woke up from a very good sleep. It was as if Podin could enjoy his sleep. And what he felt now was hunger. Yes, of course because it was noon, the sun had gone half the sky, of course, Podin who had fainted from last night, and now after he realized with an empty stomach, his stomach was immediately rumbling. Podin had to fill his stomach.

    Yes, Podin just let the crates that are still in the middle of the villa room. Podin did not take care of the chest that had made him faint, the chest that turned out to contain the spirit of his son, the chest that turned out to be a shipment from the messenger of the ruler of the island of Idol, the, which certainly reminds Podin of the fate of his son who was crushed by a truck and lost his head. He let the chest remain in his place of worship, and left it. Of course because he was hungry.

    Podin went straight to the bathroom, of course he had to pee and wash his face. Then Podin went out to find food. Podin chose the food stall closest to where he lived. Podin was lazy to walk far, he was a bit lazy to pick and choose stalls, which certainly requires more footsteps. His stomach was so hungry. So he was so out of the street alley where he lived, when he reached the edge of the highway, and coincidentally in the corner of the alley there was a food stall, indeed, Podin immediately deflected himself and entered the food stall in the corner.

    Of course since it was already noon, people had already started on looking for lunch. And of course, many people have entered the stall, many people who have had to fill their stomach ammunition, many people who eat in the stall. And of course, the shop was crowded. Therefore, Podin also had to be patient to be served by the owner of the stall.

    "Mr ..., what do you want to eat?" ask the young woman, the waiter, to Podin.

    "Same rice orek tempeh, side dishes fried chicken." replied Podin who of course while pointing towards the place where the pots and dishes containing fried chicken.

    "What's drinking, sir?" ask the servant again to Podin.

    "The orange is warm, sweet." replied Podin who then sat in a rather leisurely chair.

    Indeed, every lunch hour, the stall is crowded by visitors, crowded by people going to lunch. Of course the stall is already full of people who eat, people who fill their stomachs who are already hungry. Indeed, after several times Podin tried to eat at several food stalls around situm stalls is what tastes good cuisine, and the price is also not too expensive. The menu is complete. There are various menu options, and of course for a buyer who sees a lot of menus, he would prefer because everything is available at the food stall. Just like when Podin opened a food stall business with Rina, his third wife, all the menus were in his food stall, so the stall was selling.

    "Where's the house, sir?" suddenly there was a man sitting in front of him, in a shabby jacket, as a sign that he was a resident of the surrounding area, who asked Podin. Yes, the natives of the Cisarua area do wear a lot of jackets, to protect their bodies from sunburn that is actually not felt because of the cold weather. But if not protected with a jacket, his body can be charred by the sun.

    "Yes .., I am a new resident, living there it ..., in the villa that is in the middle of it. From this road continue to go to the end, through a private road." replied Podin while showing his directions with his forefinger.

    "Oh ..., new yes, Mr ...?" the sahut is next to him.

    "How many days have you lived there?" ask the person next to him again, which of course he understands the villa shown by Podin, because they are natives there.

    "Yes .., right. I lived there for a few days. But I have eaten a few times in this stall." replied Podin with a smile.

    "Alone ...?!" ask the man again with a doubtful face.

    "Yes, right .... I'm alone. Yes, understand .... I have no wife, and no children either." replied Podin who of course while expressing a bit clear.

    "Oh, pity, this Father .... Where is your wife going?" ask the man again to Podin, and surely some of the people who were there also looked at Podin.

    "Yes .., his name is alive .... Sometimes I like it, sometimes it's hard. When we are difficult, maybe my wife is not at home. My wife goes with other people, follows other men who are rich and can be happy." replied Podin increasingly clear. He must have told Lesti, who was enamored with rich men.

    "Wah .., pity, this Mr .... Women love that, sir. If you see a rich man, immediately drool." said a man of the same age as Podin who sat in front of him.

    "Tae ....! I don't, yeah ...!" the food vendor suddenly protested.

    "Kok ..., not looking anymore, sir? Isn't it lonely?" suddenly there was a middle-aged woman talking there. It seemed that the person was also a resident of it, as judging from his usual clothes and wearing a shabby jacket as well, he was definitely not a traveler. If the person having a picnic, already seen from the clothes are nice and look new.

    "I'm still traumatized" said the pretentious Podin.

    "You want ...?!" another sloth, which must have teased the woman.

    "Because .... It's just ...!" the woman immediately pinched the man who teased her.

    "That's my villa?" ask the woman again, who pinched her friend.

    "His son is the boss of my company ..." replied Podin lying, afraid that the woman was immediately tacky, and certainly also afraid if asked for donations by residents.

    "I'm sorry, Mr. ..., if you may know ..., you live there alone not afraid?" suddenly there was also another person who joined the conversation, a rather young man who immediately looked at Podin with question marks.

    "Fear ...?! Why ...?!" sahut Podin who certainly did not feel suspicious of any of their questions.

    "Yes ..., sir .... The villa was once used for murder .... Hence, the villa continued for a long time unoccupied. There was once a police line. Now you dare to occupy yourself ...?! Hiii .... If I am afraid, sir .... The citizens of the side alone no one dared to get close to that place" said the person, who certainly immediately showed an expression of fear.

    "Indeed, is that right?" podin asked the people in the stall, of course, Podin began to show a change in face.

    "Pak .., we are natives of this village .... We're natives here. That's why we know the history of the villa" said people who wanted to state that the villa was once used for murder, which continued to be unoccupied. And of course by the owner, if it can be sold then the villa will be sold only. And of course, Podin, who at that time bought it at a cheap price, never thought at all that in the villa there had been a murder. The villa was sold at a very cheap price.

    "eeh ..., already .... Don't talk like that. Poor this Father .... He lives there alone, and he will not feel at home. Don't frighten me." said the woman selling the food stall, who certainly didn't want to lose a customer if she was scared and Podin left the villa.

    "Yes .., I hope you're okay .... Sure enough, there was nothing there .... Hopefully you are safe, peaceful, comfortable, and peaceful living in the villa." so sahut others, who certainly also do not want to continue the bad story about the villa that is now occupied by Podin it.

    Finally, Podin enjoyed his meal, and of course his stomach was full. After paying for the food, he returned home and returned to his village. Yes, with a leisurely walk, Podin while looking at the left right. And of course, Podin also remembered the words of the other people who had eaten with him, who told him the story of the villa. But for Podin, of course it does not matter, if only a story about the murder in his villa. Even if the villa was once used as a killing ground, Podin was not afraid. Podin was undaunted. Even for Podin, it is too often to make out with the spirits of heaven. Podin also often faces such ghosts. Often see reality in other realms that often make no sense, even Podin also often experience such things themselves. Especially when he still often went to the island of Berhala, not just a ghost, but human bodies without heads that are scattered and stacked like bricks in the palace buildings of Pulau Berhala, he said, disembodied heads are laid out in the streets, like macadam stones that are trampled by people who enter the island of Berhala. Moreover, just a villa that was once used as a killing place, Podin will not be sad, will not feel afraid at all.

    And after arriving at his villa, Podin immediately observed the building. Observing his rooms, observing the fine building. Podin also estimated, what kind of murder case that occurred in that place? Podin thought again, why are people afraid of such stories? Why are people daunted by the news about a place that was made a murder? That is ordinary. That place is nothing. The body is no longer there. The person who died was also not there. Perhaps even the grave of the murdered person was very far from the existence of this villa. The villa is very good. There is no cemetery around. There was no place to bury the dead. But why are they still afraid? Why are they still shunning away from a place that is only told to be a murder?

    For Podin, it was all luck. For Podin who does not want to lose, do not want to pay for such a villa, if there is a cheap one why not want? If the villa was sold at a very cheap price, why didn't he buy it? That is why, then the intention of Podin really want to be alone, Podin who intends to stay away from the crowd, Podin who intends to have a house far from the neighbors, far from the population, and the people, so the horror story that such a person fears, it becomes luck for him. Yes, with horror stories like that, surely the villagers just no one dared to come to the villa, the villagers just no one dared to disturb the existence of Podin. And of course, the villagers no one dared to set foot into the villa because they were terrified by the mystical story about the villa used for the murder.

    But that night was different. When Podin came home from dinner, as he passed the macadam road that entered his village, suddenly there was a black shadow flashing across his head. Surely Podin was shocked. Was that what seemed to be grabbing her?

    Podin paused for a moment. He watches around her. His eyes went around observing the branches and trees around him. It doesn't look anything. Podin again stepped across the path of his personal property.

    But again, Podin was shocked. Just a step on his foot, suddenly, the black shadow again flashed above his head. And this time, the black shadow was so low that it almost looked at Podin's face.

    Podin's eyes immediately followed the direction of the black shadow that almost hit him. And the black shadow was already perched on the branch of the tree that was to the left of the village. Surprisingly, the shadow that was about to strike was black, now after perching on the branch, turning into a woman wearing a kind of white longdress outfit.

    "Kqiqiqikkikqi ....! Kqiqiqikkikqi ....!!" the woman giggled with an eerie laugh, as if to frighten Podin. And surely, the white cloth like the dress was waving like it was blowing in the wind.

    Podin, who was feared, came closer. Podin stepped towards the tree occupied by the strange woman.

    "Is this what you call a child's egret?" ask Podin in the heart. Surely only this time Podin met the wild female creature.

    "Hi, women ...!! Down ...!!!" podin snapped at the ghost that scared him.

    Apparently, the ghost did not want to go down. But plunged from the top of a fairly high branch, and immediately floated, which seemed to be about to grab Podin.

    Podin. Podin bent his body, avoiding the child's shot. However, the female ghost had already disappeared from Podin's sight.

    Could this be the woman who was the victim of the murder in the villa? Like so many people in the food stall have told you? Why did the ghost meet Podin? Will he ask for help from Podin? Or is it just to scare Podin? So, where did the female ghost wearing the white dress go?