CURSE HEIRS BEGU BASKET
Travel to Aek Simarmata Village.

The ugly and annoying smile from Joan made me a little ilfill, indeed Joan, who sometimes makes people around her become ilfill to see it earlier sometimes make us amazed him.

"later four o'clock in the afternoon, we begin to enter the village of Aek Simarmata.

Later, Mr. Aris and his wife will be accompanied by Mora, while me and happung (adatur) will monitor the three of you from a distance.

Mora must lead Mr. Aris and his wife, just like you had in your dreams.

For Aris and his sister, later only to reach the banyan tree, they will both be accompanied by Joan and also Mr. Mora ya.

Joan already knew a lot about this bedbug.

I beg Joan, make sure the white cloth is not out of her eyes."

Mr. Sarma stopped talking, because the customary stakeholders whispered to him.

After he finished whispering, Sarma looked around us.

"so here, I said four o'clock in the afternoon we'll do it.

That's because here, at four o'clock in the afternoon, it will be a black fog, then not how long it will then gradually become a white fog that is not too thick.

After the white fog later, then we will start to enter the village of Aek Simarmata."

Suddenly Mr. Sarma stopped talking, because suddenly a black fog filled this place, and was so silent for a moment.

There was no sound heard, at least there was the sound of crickets, but this was completely silent.

"bolo dung sae samon nabirong on, borhat ma hamu amang."

(if this black cloud has passed, then go to the village of Aek Simarmata).

The voice echoed between these silences, to whom did I ask?

There is no one I can see his current existence, this place is like a dark vacuum without any sound.

The strange sound just now that echoed had vanished, the atmosphere went back into silence without any light.

I don't know how long the thick black fog has been, it has now gradually become a white mist.

"togu ma amang pinoppar hi dohot inatta nai, borhat ma hamu jala tangihon ma nahupasahat na salpi i, dang naipe dohot in your parnipion amang."

(guide the descendant and his wife, go to the village of Aek Simarmata.remember the advice I gave you just now, and the advice through your dreams).

That voice again echoed that filled this place, and I saw Mr. Didit with his wife.

Then I led the two of them to stand up, after the three of us stood up holding hands.

Joan held Iren's right hand, while Aris was held by her father.

Now the black fog has been replaced with a white fog that is not too thick, we slowly walk towards the back of the house of customary stakeholders.

In accordance with my dream, behind this house there is a path and we seven walk down the path.

"don't look back, no matter what happens don't look back."

"ready bang Mora, please take care of amangboru and bou when in the cottage yes."

"yes Joan, and please make sure. Aris and Iren didn't take off their blindfolded white cloths until we were done in that cottage."

"ready bang Mora."

We continued to walk down a road full of thickets, and finally the white mist had already disappeared.

hahahaha........ Haha........

hahahaha........ Haha........

Hahahaha........ Haha........

"concentrate, and don't look back."

I reminded all of us not to look back, because the sound of laughter from men echoed.

"please...please.........please......."

"there's a mintak please that? we help yuk."

"don't ma'am, it's not a human being because Aek Holong villagers won't dare enter this village.

Stay alert and don't look back, don't do anything."

Then we continued our journey, then we stopped because we saw Mr. Sarma, the customary and his wife who carried a basket in her head.

"junjung ma appang si opat sogi on host, ngolat ni on ma naboi hudongani nasida. jala bahn ma on ditonga ni jabu-jabu ni oppung ni gelleng mu."

(put this rectangular basket over your head, son, until this is where I can accompany you. Put this basket in the middle of the cottage).

The head of the horned buffalo, which has been prepared in advance.

Then the wife of the customary stakeholder put the rectangular basket the head of Rida bu, then wrapped around a white cloth on the waist of Rida bu.

The thing that made me surprised was the presence of the three of them in front of us, even though from earlier I did not see the three of them passing by.

Or have the three of them gone first?

I watched the three of them, from feet to head.

The feet of the three of them were still treading the ground, it meant that the three of them were humans.

"mulak ma host, manat-manat hamu. sae ma nian nabarnit on. las ro ma si palasniroha."

(now I will go home, be careful of you yes.hopefully the suffering quickly ends and may the happiness that always comes to us.)

After saying so, then the wife of the customary stakeholder left.

Then the indigenous stakeholders and Mr. Sarma entered the forest from our right side, while the seven of us were still silent in this place.

"when did the three of them get here? I never saw them pass by."

"the three of them had already come here first amangboru, when the black fog filled Aek Holong's village."

The question from Didit sir was answered by Joan, which relieved me.

I think the three of them can disappear like they did in the movie.

Then we continued on, just a few steps and we had to stop because there were some black chickens passing by.

Plenty of black chickens, like animals that do transmigration for a reason.

ah .....akh.........

Mr. Didit and Ms. Rida were surprised, as were the eyes of the black chickens.

All the chicken-chicken eye seeds were red, their beaks somewhat longer than the usual chicken beak.

"calm.....

it's just a chicken, don't touch the chicken and don't do anything."

Hahahaha........ Haha........

Haha........ Haha........ Haha........

There was a very shrill and deafening laughing sound, but it was seen that Rida did not hear her, because Rida looked relaxed.

"go ahead and don't mind anything that happens."

That's what I said and then walked.

Then we had to stop again, because a pair of grandparents stopped in front of us.

"tudia hamu's? in julu maponggol jombatan, dang boi hamu pass. eta ma tu sopo-sopo ku hita maradi, tokkin nai ro udan name."

(where are you guys? the bridge in front has broken off, let's go to my cabin and see, because it's raining again).

Hearing the words from the grandmother, I immediately remembered my dream.