DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 32: THE TERRORS OF THE GIGANTIC GHOST
Since taking care of Melian, Jamil and Juminem have undergone changes in their lives. Clearly, the economy is becoming more prosperous. Of course, in addition to Jamil who is increasingly passionate in working so as to earn a decent income. Juminem, who used to sew only wholesale veils from his masterpiece, now he can already Ikakan own cloth, no longer buy stitches, but Juminem has made his own veil. The result must have been better. In addition, for the purposes of eating and other basic food, Babah Ho still send rice, sugar and cooking oil every month. Of course as a ration to raise his granddaughter. To be sure, Juminem is still given an envelope of money to buy various snacks for his grandson.
Melian is growing healthy. The little baby who used to be able to talk ma ..., ma .., ma ..., now Melian can run around a little. His playmates are also numerous. Every day young children, both with their parents while watching tivi and children who can play alone in the yard, come to enliven the atmosphere of Juminem house. Juminem doesn't feel bothered. Wasn't hard. But on the contrary, Juminem was actually happy because many friends at home. A house that is never empty of children and neighbors.
As well as the peaceful safe village, not only parents who feel comfortable living, children are happy to play together.
And apparently, the news about the safety of Sarang Village became disturbed by a strange case that hit the village. Yes, in Sarang Village is now in the middle of a chirping ghost terror. I don't know who first witnessed the strangled ghost, who has seen it, and where the news of the strangled ghost came from, and who spread the news about the existence of the strangled ghost. What is clear, the existence of a giggling ghost has become the talk of residents of Sarang Village.
"Yes, last night I couldn't sleep .... Afraid of a giggling ghost coming into the house ...."
"Name .... Our house does not dare to sleep ...."
"If I sleep, it is his father whom I ask to watch .... Later if the father is sleepy, replace me who is awake ...."
"Yes, Yu .... Our place is so ...."
"If it's in my house, I put a mat on the floor .... His sleep is downstairs. He said a strangled ghost passed him over .... The strangled one who sleeps on the cot bed ...."
"God .... I see, to ...."
"Yes, leh ...."
Just like in the house of Juminem, which is usually crowded as a gathering place for mothers, that afternoon was crowded with stories about giggling ghosts. Some say last night did not sleep for fear of being visited by a strangled ghost, some are stories that say he had seen a giggling ghost.
"Well, Mbakyu ..., what's the strangling ghost like?" ask one of the curious mothers to know the giggling ghost.
"Kang Marto's, who he said he'd seen .... His chest of chirping ghosts floated up, wearing white cloths, his hands stretched out, his nails long, ready to strangle the person he met. The ghost was flying, so ..." replied the story.
"Goddess .... So the cackling ghost flew around like that, to ...?"
"Yes .... That's why you sleep on the floor .... Let's not get eaten a giggling ghost ...."
"Oo .., yes leh .... Later that night my kids want me to sleep downstairs. Later my father told me to put the bed on the floor."
"Well, if you know the ghost is hovering, lha mbok the fathers are told to guard, then catch the giggling ghost ...!"
"La opo yo wani ...?! If they get strangled how ...?"
"I mean, if the pecking ghost passes through, immediately dusted .... Let's mampus ...!"
Yeah, that giggling ghost talk is getting crowded. Not only in the house of Juminem, not only talked about by mothers, but also became the talk of children at school and fathers who are certainly confused to save their families. Until finally, Mr. Kades and some of the village equipment asked all the male citizens to turn around the village. Every night someone gets a guard turn in a group. There are at least seven to ten people who go around guarding the village every night.
"Toloooong ....!! Tolooong ....!! Tolooong ...!!!"
Suddenly, in the middle of the silent night with fear was heard the cry of people asking for help. Directions from the eastern side of the village. A house far away from its neighbors. Of course the fathers who got a guard turn immediately ran towards the direction of the sound. Not only the people who were on guard, but also some people who woke up because they heard the screams of people asking for help.
"What's up ...?!" ask the people who opened the door and look outside.
"There are people asking for help ...."
"Let's go there ...!"
"Yes .., yes ..., yes ...."
So the one who ran towards the house from the sound of asking for help was not only seven people who were watching, but more of the fathers who woke up and came running towards the house of the man.
"Toloooong ....!! Tolooong ....!!" the voice came back when the people reached the house.
"There .... Ada .... There's a giggling ghost ...!" said the man, the head of the household was certainly with a face of fear.
"Hu .., hu ..., hu .... The woman, his wife, cried while hugging her two small children.
"Where ...?!"
"Where ...?!"
"No gebugane ...!"
"Where is the ghost, let us beat ...!!"
"Yes ..., where is the ghost, we beat up a lot to die ...!!"
Of course, the people who came were curious and wanted to catch the ghost that had terrorized the village. They were all ready to catch and beat up the giggling ghosts. Of course with the various tools it carries. Some carried wood, some carried sickles, bendos, and various other beating devices. There are even those who carry the curd of goat-binding rope. It'll definitely be used to tie up that scrappy ghost.
"Where is the ghost ...?!" ask the bewok man who is large and looks rogue.
"Annu .... Anu .... Already flew there ..." said the man who looked terrified, the owner of the house. His fingers pointed west.
"What is it like?!" ask the people who are there.
"Thrilling .... The white cloth, like a corpse-wrapping cloth, did not appear to be his face, only black. Maybe he's the undead who rose from the grave .... But his hands look creepy. His arms are visible bones, his fingers are also visible bones, his nails are long, want to strangle us. It's scary." replied the man.
"Certain ..., are you flanked?" ask another one.
"We slept, the ghost hovered above where we slept. Lucky I woke up, the ghost immediately floated away .... Go there ..., towards the west ..." replied the owner of the house.
"Waduh ..., westward ...?! Enter the village .... Let's go after ...!!" said the man who might be the leader of the guard squad.
"Yes .., yes .... We need to get to the middle of the village! Don't let the ghost attack the village ...!"
"Yes .., let's go after ...!"
The people who had originally flocked to the house of the man who cried for help, the house at the eastern end of the village, the only house farthest from the center of the village, were, then together and crowded chasing a giggling ghost.
"Wake ...! Wakeup ...! There's a giggling ghost ...!"
The people who stood guard and who came out of the house shouted to wake up the neighbors, reminding them to be alert because there are giggling ghosts. Not a few of the citizens who eventually also came out to watch. But for mothers, they are certainly frightened, not daring to go out. Mothers prefer to hold their children at home.
"Where's the strangling ghost ...?!" people ask me want to know.
"Say running west .... Just be careful ...."
"So at the edge of the village, in the east there are already those who see ...."
"Yes .., when you want to strangle, the sleeping person awakens and his ghost runs to the west ...."
"Just be careful, watch ...."
"Who knows when the ghost will enter our house ...."
Finally, overnight until morning, the people of Sarang Village, especially the fathers, did not sleep because they had to be on guard. Guarding his village from a giggling ghost attack.