Ghaib Explorer (Gaib Pawang Group)
Chapter 29: From the Shroud 1 (Pelaris)
That night was exactly twelve o'clock. Between the heavy rain with a flash of lightning. A man wearing a deep black raincoat came while carrying a hoe that was held right in his right hand.
The man among the rain came. Stepping step by step into one gate. Above the gate were a few words. That sentence was the Cemetery of the Corpses.
It's so dark in there. But this guy kept walking. His face was flat staring forward, towards the darkening of the cemetery at that moment.
Arriving right in front of the funeral. The small iron fence was opened. Then he walked inside. If seen again right behind this man stood one sinister figure with very long fangs.
On the fangs of the creature was seen blood spots. Looks like the creature just got a banquet or some kind of prey.
The man stopped in front of a tombstone. And there suddenly the man fell. Then he turned his head towards the right and left quickly like a dazed person.
Over and over again even the man rubbed his face. Staring in disbelief at the place where he was.
He remembered a few hours ago that he was asleep and at home. But this is what? To what he was in the dark.
"Act... Where am I?" ask her while looking left at the funeral.
"Why can I be here?" ask again and try to stand up.
But apparently his legs were very difficult to help his body to stand. Slowly he looked straight ahead. Right in front of a tombstone that immediately greeted his vision. It was his father's grave.
"Sir, what am I really doing?" ask her again while looking at the tombstone before her.
The man was crying in the middle of the funeral at midnight. The rain was left to hit his body.
It's cold, but who cares? He's been trying to leave. But he was unable to move his body.
It was as if his body had its own will and he was his slave.
"Hahahahaha." a dark voice came right through his eardrums from behind.
The man was silent. He was fixated, he was scared, it even felt like he wanted to faint at this moment. But somehow his eyes still forced him to get up and look.
Slowly from the ground where his father was buried. Poking one black figure, appeared slowly.
At first it was just black. After that, a pair of red eyes appeared.
Then it keeps showing up until it shows its form. The man was shocked and he shouted. But his screams did not sound.
Just like a TV suddenly turned on. While continuing to rebel the man tried to leave but nil. It was a futile effort for him.
Like being smothered by something. Just then, the man tried to glance towards the back of his body. He found there the figure of his biological father.
His biological father stood there, smothering the man's mouth. He was mute with his pale skin.
The eyeball was blankly staring forward at that one black figure. His face looked so sad and the man did not know the cause of his father's grief at all.
Oh my God, help me!. The man asked for protection from the ruler.
The man was only able to cry when he looked forward. There the demon looked at him. He laughed so hard. The shrill sound of laughter pierced his auditory Indra.
It scared him half to death. The feathers bristled. It wasn't just the cold alone that was tormenting him at this moment.
"Praise your Father, you must continue! Your family is under my command! Your father, I have given him great wealth. If you do not want to be poor. Then give me a mash every Friday night!" say that figure.
He spoke loudly among the heavy rain. The body is not wet though. The water did not want to touch it. He was exposed to water indeed. But his body was not wet.
He was talking to this guy. But, his mouth was not at all muttering. The mouth was tightly closed and only able to smile spookily.
This man is named Rahman. He was about twenty-five years old. Just a week Rahman was left by his father. He had been living all three with Deni, his sister.
This Deni is seventeen years old. He's still in school. It was hard to pay for his sister. His father, Mr. Eko, was a street vendor.
Every afternoon until eleven o'clock in the evening both Rahman and his Father would go around selling their wares in the housing complex.
They have two satay carts. It will operate every day. They will stop selling on Friday.
Their satay is known to be quite tasty for the residents of the complex. Even many of them will be willing to spend money for one portion of this satay many times.
Their trade never once did not sell. It's always gone every time they come home. Fortunately, this is their fate.
But, the money could never last long in the scope of their lives. Their money is a lot.
But always exhausted and only able to suffice their lives. You could say that it is mediocre but enough.
After the death of his father. Rahman wakes up in the middle of the night. He was unconscious at the time. Like someone has possessed her body.
The first week after his father's death. Rahman was always found by Deni in his late father's room.
When Deni called out to him over and over again. Rahman just stood back to himself without answering the call from his sister Deni.
It was two weeks later. Exactly six in the morning. Deni was surprised to see his brother was not in his room. Then he came out of his house.
Deni ran towards the house of RT sir. There she reported on what had happened to her during the week with her brother.
Without thinking. Seeing the people in trouble. Some wara began to be deployed. They flocked down the village. Trying to find Rahman's whereabouts.
Three hours they searched. Until the arrival of three residents running in a storm towards Pak RT and Deni.
Then the people said that at this time. Deni was at a funeral. He's there sitting tight. His blank gaze pointed right towards the banyan tree which was located right in the middle of the cemetery.
Sontak at that time Deni ran followed by Mr. RT and the people behind him. When they arrived at the funeral. Apparently it's true. Rahman was there and kept quiet.
"Le, koe Lapo and me Le?" ask RT from behind Rahman's body.
Heard that. Rahman just looked. The eyeballs were round but his lips were still smiling. It was so scary his expression. Plus his pale face at that time this morning made the hair of Mr. RT standing up.
"Hahahahaha." Rahman laughed, his voice heavy like not Rahman's. Making them the citizens immediately retreated slowly but did not leave.
They just stayed there while staring. When Rahman turned around, he crawled slowly towards the citizens.
Slowly and slowly. Then his movement quickly turned towards the citizens. Seeing that those who were frightened could only be transfixed.
When one of them came forward like a shield. Rahman was surprised there. He stopped for a moment. Both of his hands were clawing at the ground. Then his angry screams blared.
The one who stood at this moment in front of the citizens was Cak Dika.
"When will it come?" ask Mr. Rt to Cak Dika.
"Sir, just came! What's going on this storm?" ask Cak Dika while looking towards Mr. RT.
Mr. RT was only able to shake his head with a smile. Shortly from the crowd. Rachel started walking towards Cak Dika. Then he stood right beside Cak Dika.
Rachel's incredible presence. Makes the evil figure inside Rahman disappear. To the point of distressing Rahman's body lying there lost consciousness.
Seeing that, immediately Mr. RT told his citizens to carry Rahman back to his home.