Ghaib Explorer (Gaib Pawang Group)
Chapter 84: Kalisosok Prison

Drizzle flushed the city of Surabaya this time. The sky has been at war for two hours. A Gojek courier with his motorbike began to cross the already quiet streets.

The rain is heavy. But for the money he was willing to break through the rain. There are food orders to be delivered.

This Gojek courier has Mr. Naufal. Mr. Naufal is a native of Bandung. He came here to propose his Surabaya wife.

They were married for two months. His beloved wife is sitting at home. The woman was pregnant young.

And that is what makes Mr. Naufal actively looking for a chance even though the storm hit. The sweat results later for his wife and child. He is a father and husband candidate. His shoulders should be as strong as steel.

Naufal began to slow down the speed of his motor. He stopped right in a building. The building is quite old. The building is quite old.

A Dutch-inspired building stands right beside him. Naufal stopped right in front of his gate. The gate is made of iron. It's night and dark. There was no lighting in the building at all.

Looking at that building. Naufal occasionally asked in his heart. Is this the address he's going to?

He then checked his Google maps. Seen there the ordering point he was pointing was correct. But the whereabouts of the person who ordered it Naufal did not find it at all.

"Masa' is this the place? But why is it so gloomy?" naufal asked as his eyeballs looked around the building.

Long time watching that. A woman dressed as a doctor walked towards him. He's from the other direction. He walked behind Naufal. The woman carried an umbrella and stopped right next to Naufal.

The cessation of the woman next to him made Naufal shocked. Without saying anything, without looking at Naufal.

Then Naufal who felt strange even looked down curious to see the face of the woman who was currently stopping beside him.

"Sorry mbak.." said Naufal while occasionally looking for a gap to look at his face.

The mane that covered the face began to open when the owner re-enforced his head. Slowly the head turned towards Naufal.

Naufal was surprised to find the woman was apparently of Indonesian descent. He smiled at Naufal. His blue eyeballs are beautiful.

"Yes, what's wrong?" his question was directed at Naufal.

Naufal who was fixated on his elegance slowly began to realize. He then showed me the package of food he was carrying.

"I received the order of mbak! The address stops here! But if I could know what this place is? Whose house is this?" naufal asked the woman.

The woman smiled. Not a word came forth and answered Naufal's whole question. The woman moved her hand to close her umbrella. Which has since protected him from the rain.

Smiling at Naufal. The umbrella was slowly moved to his left hand. His empty right hand waved towards Naufal.

Hypnotized Naufal also turn off the engine motor. The woman then turned around and entered the old building.

The sound of the old iron door was starting to open. Both go inside. Naufal's position was behind the woman.

Naufal entered while looking around. It's like a prison building. The grass beside him was as high as an adult's knee. A long thicket wrapped around the foundation of the building.

It was dark and there was no one there. This building seems to have existed since ancient times. Maybe when the occupation was still successful. The building may still be operational at the time.

Naufal stopped when he found the woman in front of him also stopped. Naufal carefully asked the woman,

"Sir, what exactly is this place?" ask Naufal.

The woman then rang to hear a question from Naufal. He then turned his body slowly towards Naufal.

The white clothes slowly began to fade. Replaced by the twelve bloods that shed the cloth. The umbrella he held in his right hand. Turned into a human heart with blood still pouring out there.

The blonde hair of the lady was neat. Like being swept by a typhoon. Unruly mess. His face was pale, half of his face blackened.

His lips were blue like a corpse. In addition, the two eyes that were beautiful turned white. The woman smiled at Naufal.

While Naufal he was glued. The feathers bristled. The package of food he was carrying dropped along with the cellphone he had just bought a few weeks ago.

"Welcome, Mom! I was the one who ordered the food. Dank Je's! Because he's brought her here!" said the woman. His voice turned heavy.

It was enough for Naufal to be glued and staring. Perhaps the fear made his body freeze. But the logic kept screaming to run.

That logic finally took over his body. The body that had frozen hard to move also ordered both feet to run.

I heard the woman laughing loudly. Makes Naufal almost out of his mind. He sat on his bike. Lock the motor he plugs in there. He tried repeatedly to start the engine. But nil!

The motorbike engine did not say hello. Until the sound of an open iron fence made Naufal feel at home. He was getting faster forcing his motor to turn on.

That sinister figure came out of there slowly. With that scary grin. It feels like Naufal's heart just wants to tick.

"Woii taik you!" naufal said.

Brummmmm

Brummmmm

Along with that curse. The engine starts to turn back on. Without thinking long Naufal just stamped the gas went from there.

The motor drove like a gun. Splitting the city brought him to his residence in a matter of minutes.

The frightened Naufal then took off his raincoat immediately. He then knocked on his door.

The pregnant woman, named Clara, walked near the door when the door was knocked repeatedly.

Before opening it, Clara appears to reveal the window curtains. I found my beloved husband home. Clara opened the door.

"Well, you're home, Yang?" ask Clara.

"Astaghfirullah deck!" naufal answered him.

Clara raised one eyebrow. She looked strangely at her husband.

"What's up, Mom? Why are you like seeing that demon?" ask Clara again.

Naufal quickly nodded then touched his wife's two shoulders looking at him fully.

"Dec... I'm abis look at the devil! Delivery time food orders on Jl. Cassuary No.5, Krembangan. Seriously deck, there's a bule in there rhyme entry in the old building. The building is as old as Holland!" naufal told him.

Clara the real Surabaya man narrowed his eyes. The path her husband mentioned she knew. There is only one old Dutch building there. That was twelve prisons first. Dark prisons in the Dutch government.

"That's Kalisosok prison! There's no one there, why are you there?" ask Clara.

"O Allah, there was a deck order! Where did my phone fall there again!" naufal answered him.

"Oh my God, how do you go?" ask Clara.

"I don't calm my mind, deck! We'll talk about this again, Yo!" naufal answered him.

Clara tried to understand that. She then began taking care of her husband. Preparing food, cooking warm water for her husband to take a bath.

After all the activities are over. They sit on the couch. They were there thinking of a way to come to that place and take Naufal's phone.

Until there is one interesting content that makes them interested. A psychic cabal called the Gautama Family. They are currently in the same city as Naufal. It is in the city of Surabaya.

The night wrapped in heavy rain was Cak Dika contacted. The number is directly connected to the Cameraman Crew.

But it's been quite a night. And only Rachel had heard Deni's phone ring at the time. He's in the Crew's room. Because orders from Laras told him to deliver snacks there.

Rachel then approached the phone often. He lifted. When their calls are connected and conversations happen. Rachel agreed to that.

He then put Deni's phone back. Rachel came out of the room. When he went back to his hotel room. One voice behind his body called out. Rachel recognized the voice, it was Thariq.

Rachel turned her body backwards. Seen there Thariq walked up to him. He carried two packs in his hand.

In front of Rachel. Thariq carried the two parcels as if flaunting them.

"Hel, if you're healthy enough! What if we spend a little while tonight below. While looking at the city crowd, let's eat angkringan satay. I've brought this, know your favorite tempe mendoan!" akak Thariq's.

How could Rachel refuse that gentle invitation. Without thinking, Rachel nodded. He agreed tonight to sit together with Thariq while watching the city.