Candra Kirana
Sleeping Friend

Kiran opened her eyes, blinked a few times to find focus and adapted to the gloomy light of the storm lights hanging in the corner of the room.

Once he found full consciousness and remembered what he had last seen, Kiran spontaneously panicked. His head turned to the left and right quickly, looking for a vision that would probably make him scream hysterically again.

However, the space was desolate. There is no life but her. She was in Candra's room, and unfortunately a transparent white mosquito net covered her vision that was starting to perfect.

Kiran sat down and was ready to get out of bed to look for Candra, but suddenly her head was throbbing, dizzy so much that her eyes were back in a daze. Kiran then leaned her body on the headbed and propped her back with a pillow to make it more comfortable.

The smell of incense greeted Kiran's nose. Not as fragrant as usual, but softer as the aroma of therapy that can reduce the tension. Kiran inhaled a deep breath of air then rubbed her nose.

"Mazur!" call Kiran lirih. An annoyance approached, his lover could have left him alone in the room.

It was even more annoying when Kiran saw the phone lying on the pillow next to her. Not only was there no signal, but his phone could not turn on while trying to turn on.

Though as Kiran remembered, her phone was in a safe place when the rain flushed her on the way. Ojek drivers are reminded to turn off and store it in plastic so as not to get wet.

Now the phone won't even turn on at all. Kiran needs to look at the clock, also needs to fill the quiet with music. Kiran put back her phone with a slight slam. "Can ... Candra!"

Kiran wasn't sure if Candra had heard her call just now, too slowly. But the door of the room opened and a handsome figure came to him with a glass of warm tea. Kiran memorized the smell of spices emanating from the thin smoke above the glass.

"Are you awake? So sleepy that you don't have to bother!" Candra opened the mosquito net and handed over the glass she was carrying.

Kiran took a sip of Candra's spice tea while thinking hard. Did he really just go to sleep? Then that meant just a dream? Just be right!

"I'm not sleeping, Can!" kiran protested with half her senses.

Candra grinned without feeling guilty, "Oh yeah you just fainted, I forgot!"

"Why not faint if .. ehm really not what I saw earlier near the punden?" ask Kiran unsure.

The memory of the kuntilanak standing right behind and almost touching him made Kiran shudder. Overlapping with the memory of several pocongs jumping around the punden he was watching.

Then, at the last moment, one of the white mediates jumped at him, hugging him, until his screams echoed and the dark immediately greeted the eyes. That's how his memory works.

However, just before Kiran's consciousness was all gone, something had left an important memory in her brain, the pocong that crumbled and held her tightly smelling Candra.

"Do you see what it is?" candra asked still with a smile that could not be separated from her lips. Covering the agitation that was whack from ever since Kiran fainted in her arms.

But his frustration with the young shaman from Jombang must be ignored temporarily for the sake of Kiran. The girl needs to be comforted so as not to be traumatized.

If Kiran wasn't at her house, Candra would want to beat up that damn witch doctor right now. Bambang has dared to challenge him! Abusing his own rules by extending help without Kiran asking for it. Without fear of deliberately interfering in his affairs.

Candra grinned full of ridicule. Perhaps the young shaman began to forget himself, was too arrogant and considered himself great. Forget that the Candra people are also the same as humans, have many magicians and shamans. Sing mbaurekso is one of the most difficult to match.

Bambang considers himself too high. Terlena and pongah only because of the material and glory obtained from shamanic efforts, relying on apprenticeship which in fact is still one nation with it.

Yes, Bambang may also start senile, if invited to play by him is Candra, sing mbaurekso who has been reigned for more than a century.

Confident because it feels so good, but never let your guard down, because Candra can be more rancid and cunning if judged. Bambang's beautiful wife and baby can be the target of Candra's moons and his men before working on the young shaman.

Whether consciously or not, Bambang foolishly ignited a war between the stealth crocodile troops perewangannya with the whole memedi south of the mountain under the leadership of Candra.

Bambang did not know that the old sing mbaurekso was much older and more powerful than the crocodile stealth pet. Unfortunately, Bambang was not born when the main leader of his stealth crocodile kingdom was finished off by a woman, Dinara.

It is not difficult for Candra to visit Bambang with all her subordinates.

Candra sat on the edge of the bed, facing Kiran who was watching her without blinking. Ah, it's actually easy for Candra to deflect Kiran's memory of her pocong-shaped self while holding her. He's one of the mediators who's an expert at using illusion magic.

But Candra didn't, she wanted Kiran to know the truth slowly. So, Candra did not erase Kiran's memory before fainting.

"Kok diem, what did you see on the shoulder?" Candra repeated her question.

Kiran covered her face with both hands, rubbing in frustration before replying. "Kuntilanak .. pale-faced little boy, and also some pocong!"

Kiran regretted, she should not have underestimated Septi's expression of fear when she saw the two most sinister subtle-creatures. Septi did not lie at all if the two mediates were really horror appearance.

Not coward! Those two words seem meaningless now. Kiran shuddered in horror and guts when she saw firsthand their supposedly invisible existence. Kiran believes that the house next to the house she was observing was indeed sacred, considering Candra's father was a caretaker.

In his faint memory, Kiran also seemed to hear the talk of guests Pak Subar who came asking for wealth with the benefits system. The girl kept massaging the base of her nose in search of the broken vision and hearing records.

However, the conclusion was already on his mind now. The Candra house is haunted because there are pundits that are used as places of worship.

"Are you scared of demits?"

Kiran commented with a wry smile as she replied, "It turns out that they are much more original than the ones in the movie. You're not scared, are you, Can? Your house has a lot of memes, right?"

Candra laughed lightly, Kiran's accusation was indeed not wrong, so she nodded in response. "Udah used to see, there's nothing strange or scary in my eyes anymore!"

"You live with them?"

"Yes, you could say so. Just like you live side by side with cats, you are not afraid because you usually see and interact, because you like, maybe also because of love! But for people who don't like furry creatures, cats can be just as scary as mediocre!"

“So I have to see medi often so don't be afraid?”

Candra raised her shoulders, "You must dare to defeat your fear! If you usually see, no matter how bad they are, they will not make you guts squeak!"

"I'm not sure .. but if they show up without bothering me, I feel like I can accept their presence without worrying."

"Hm, I'm telling you something, mediating won't show itself to brave people. They love to suck at cowards! The saying that I don't know, then it's not dear, I think it's true!"

"The fact is I'm a coward, Can! it is far from the bold word that I have always been proud of" Kiran said. His hands extended back the empty glass. "Thanks tea!"

“Sleep, later before dawn I wake up!” Candra put the glass on the table.

"What time is it?"

"Middle of the night, honey!"

Kiran exhaled heavily, also turning left right to make sure the room was sterile from demonic apparitions. “But I dare not sleep alone, Can!"

Candra raised her eyebrows together in temptation, "Do you have a chattermate or a bedmate?"

"Both," replied Kiran, commenting on the smile and shifting her body so as not to fill the bed. "If you don't mind."

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