Empty Space In School
12. The Mbah Marjan House

"Sorry, Nan. It's the only way to Mbah Marjan's house" Devon said in an apology.

"Crazy know! The boy is now a bad boy. So what will you try?" 

"So thugs, Nan. I'll hunt yuk later we meet his father again who is a village thug here!" bring Devon.

"God's dragon! Yep, hunt me down!" 

Anan and Devon immediately rushed over.

...***...

Anan and Devon arrive at a large and luxurious mansion for size living in an alley. The roof is in the form of a joglo roof. The paint of the house is also unique from the gold layer. A man welcomed their arrival.

"Hello, Devon! Well, tumben here without his mother," the middle-aged man with a slightly fat body greeted Devon.

Afternoon, Mbah Marjan! How are you doing? My mother was arisan. Here, I bring a friend who wants help, but calm down dowry case he must be ready," said Devon.

"Oh that's it. It is good if the dowry business is ready to provide. Now my same story. What's the problem?" ask Mbah Marjan to Anan.

"Ummm, Anu Mbah. Sit down first I pegel," said Anan.

"Oh can. Come on, sit down inside!" Bring along.

The fat man then called his wife to prepare cold drinks and snacks for his guests that afternoon.

"For no patients, huh?" devon asked as he put his ass on the red sofa.

"So rame. Now it's back, just fitting you come here," he concluded.

"Oh, that... Oh yes, this is my Anan Temen. He said he was followed by a female ghost" said Devon, introducing Anan.

Devon to elbow Anan because he still observes the interior of Mbah Marjan's house which has many paintings. Pretty painting makes anyone goosebumps looking at it.

"Eh, I'm sorry. Hello, Mbah, my name is Anan." Anan extended his hand to Mbah Marjan.

Devon asks Anan to kiss the back of Mbah Marjan's hand. At first Anan did not want to, but he was forced to obey Devon. Pete's smell was smelled from Mbah Marjan's hand. Anan was as strong as he could hold his breath.

"Hmmm. apparently you were followed by your school's waiting kuntilanak. He couldn't come out to follow you. Like there is a strange power that makes him get out of school and follow you," Mbah Marjan said.

"Huh, kuntilanak?" ask Anan.

Mbah Marjan then stood up and headed to the back of Anan.

"What do you want, Mbah?" asked Anan who was still trying to defend herself.

"You have sat quietly. You relax, yes," Mbah Marjan told Anan.

The middle-aged man then massaged Anan's shoulder and surprisingly pulled Anan's head to the right and to the left until the sound of bone rustling could be heard.

"Uuuhhh, it hurts Bro!" Sahut Devon shuddered in horror.

"Tau nih's. Is this all right, Mbah? I didn't ask for a massage." Anan tried to protest.

"Just calm! After all, I have asked you to be quiet and relax, you know," Mbah Marjan said.

"Udah you're in, Nan! Just follow what the order is," Devon's pinta.

After that surprisingly, Mbah Marjan patted Anan's forehead until it made Anan scream in pain.

"What are you problems with me? I want to flapain anyway, Mbah? It hurts to know!" anan Protest.

"Wuidih tuh jidat red ampe it," said Devon.

Mbah Marjan pointed outside his house. There is a female ghost figure can only stand waiting for Anan because he cannot enter the house.

"Hi, Anan" greeted the ghostly figure of a woman who likes to collect the spirits of the children of the victims of the accident.

Mbah Marjan pointed outside his house. There is a female ghost figure can only stand waiting for Anan because he cannot enter the house. Anan was immediately shocked when he opened his eyes.

"Hi, handsome!" the kuntilanak waved his hand which was full of hollow wounds and there were maggots falling from that hand.

"Cockfighting! That's so flirty! Mbah, Mbah, help me, Mbah. I don't want to be constantly bullied by him" whined Anan.

Anan got up and moved away immediately. He hid behind the seat occupied by Mbah Marjan.

"Why is it, Nan?" Devon, who did not understand Anan's behavior, moved. He also hid beside Anan.

"Why do you follow me?" ask Anan.

"Yes, you are panicking. I'm afraid," said Devon.

"Your inner eye is again open Mbah, Von. You want one too, Von?" asked Mbah Marjan while chuckling.

"Well, thank you very much if that's Mbah. I don't want to!" exclaimed Devon who was still hiding behind the sofa Mbah Marjan.

"So, Mbah, how do you keep him from getting away from me?" anan whine.

"You ask yourself. What does he want!" mbah Marjan Pinta.

"May Marjan asked!" The back exclaims.

"Heh, it's polite to say the same old man!" Devon shouts Anan's head.

"My head is not to be shaken, Von!" anan Protest.

"Elu Nyebelin!"

"OK okay, sorry. Mbah, I ask for help, Mbah aja who asked the same girl serem. Why would he follow me?" anan Pinta.

"Hmmm.. basic children of the time now very difficult to be told manners," complained Mbah Marjan. Then he stood up.

Mbah Marjan stepped towards the kuntilanak who still put a flirtatious face towards Anan. Occasionally the female ghost's eyes flickered while flying a flying kiss towards Anan. He's sitting on the couch next to Anan now.

"Bidih, I'm ticklish!" Anan who had peeked back squatting and hiding.

"Ndok, pretty boy. What's your name?" ask Mbah Marjan.

"My name is Silla, Mbah."

"You are the red kuntilanak, the strongest race in your country. What do you want to follow this young man?" asked Mbah Marjan while rubbing the hair disheveled by the kuntilanak.

"I like him, Mbah. Hihihi, I have been wanting to follow him for a long time since first sight. Uh, but I can't. Then, there was a girl who told me to follow her, uh it turned out to be successful hihihihi. I can follow this handsome mas hihihi," he explained as he played and twisted his disheveled hair and laughed giggling continuously.

"Daughter? Is he a shaman?" ask Mbah Marjan.

"Not Mbah. He also went to the same school as them. Her face is beautiful Mbah kayak I hihihi. But it looks like he can communicate with the subtle creatures" said the kuntilanak ghost.

"Hidih, if you feel beautiful and look like a girl, means the girl's face is blurry dong?!" tukas Anan's.

Mbah Marjan looked at Anan sharply.

...*****...

...Seriate...