Ghost Nose Mbeler
Terror 3

"Don't cry ngger..."

"You know you're here, after your cries...."

"Well, basically we live it just to die..."

That's what Karimah said by keeping his eyes closed, sitting on a couch, body against the wall and feet of clippings.

Karimah also seemed to continue reading something until silence.

Completely silent, the sound of crying out of nowhere was no longer heard.

Only the wind and the occasional sound of a hairdo was faintly heard from where Karimah was.

A female figure in white rice was now thrown out of the gate.

And as it has happened, he again reached one place, the mauni tree.

Slowly he floated down, he surrounded the plantation area to the rice fields that were close enough to the residents' housing.

Now his figure is sitting by the river beside a monkey tree.

The figure in the white dress is now shaking his legs.

A part of her legs and skirt went into the stream.

He continued to hum, he looked peaceful in his current position, even though the river water would not touch him, it continued to flow through it.

But for him this was a place that could make him very calm.

The humming that he thought was melodious for human hearing was more like a groan.

"Chi.hi...hi..hi..."

That is how the Wind conveys the sound of a figure from that other dimension.

Not far from where he was, he was a teenager.

He casually slit his scab up.

After that he threw away with great relief.

Warsinah who was disturbed by the presence of the child especially the child to throw away without permission made him angry.

He floated up and sat on the bamboo tree on the left side of the child.

Warsinah moves bamboo trees up and down.

Warsinah was very happy to sit on one of the curved bamboo and the tip dangled into the river.

The child shuddered as soon as he saw one of the bamboo moves itself up and down.

The other bamboo remained silent, as well as the other trees.

"No wind, no one moves but..."

That's how the teenager muttered.

He immediately stopped, and rushed away while fixing the scabbard that had been rolled up to the stomach.

With the step of a thousand children through the bushes and grass that if taken straight was behind his house.

With a loud breath he walked quickly but occasionally he looked back.

He felt safe because he was close to the kitchen, he stopped for a moment while looking down with both hands on his knees.

When the child's breath began to be regular he then walked towards the kitchen, but not to mention he stepped far he saw a white shadow.

He noticed one tree after another behind the kitchen.

His eyes stopped on a belinjo tree.

The belinjo tree whose branches are getting to the ends getting smaller until it forms a cone that looks like it is moving like the wind.

The child then raised his head, he looked faintly like a fluttering white scarf.

For a long time the scarf color slightly faded and formed the body of a woman.

He was standing floating on top of a belinjo tree.

With a sharp look towards the child.

All-white eyeballs, black eyelids, shabby little hair, cheeks full of red liquid and nose filled with greenish-white liquid.

A very foul fishy smell is now smelled and increasingly stinging into the nasal cavity of the child.

The child's legs are trembling, his mouth is weak to the point of being unable to withstand the weight of his body.

The child collapsed.

"Bronghi...."

Warsinah who was floating on top of the belinjo tree is now down.

He approached the child who was lying down.

In the absorption of all the energy of the Son because of the fear of the Child who is excessive expends considerable negative energy.

"Hyhiiii..hihi..hi.hi.hihihihihihiii...."

Warsinah who was angry because she felt disturbed was now filled with evil forces, all because part of the cause of his fierce warinah is hatred and revenge on those who had hurt her while she was alive.

Warsinah is now floating and sitting on the roof of the Child's house.

The boy's father, who was lying helpless, had just returned from the field when he heard the sound of falling or collapsing objects.

Immediately he put the hoe and flashlight and slang also diesel engine.

After all the goods he dropped from the glade and put in his place the Father immediately to the place he suspected as the place where the sound of falling objects came from.

How surprised the Father was to find his Son lying helpless on the ground.

"Le...kamu why...?"

"Oh, my son why do you want to yo?"

Said the Father while carrying the child's body.

With a little bit of hardship, the Father finally managed to bring his Son into the house and he lay in his room.

"Loh Well, this is Sane Why Well?"

Ask the Mother of the child whose name is Waras.

"He doesn't know if Buk, I'm the one at home, I should be the one who knows better."

Replied the Father in a slightly angry tone.

The Negative Aura left behind from Warsinah who was angry and controlled by revenge is now still there that is attached to the body of the Son.

That's what affects people and the atmosphere around them to be a little runyam as well.

Eve that always attracts people to follow, angry, sad and hateful.

"Astaghfirrulloh Well...."

"It's too late to stitch up in the middle room."

"Waras was out into the river, he said to me."

"His camera is running away" replied the Ibuk defending himself.

"Lha keeps this why Buk.." asked the father.

"Yes, I don't know Dad either."

"There I call Mbah Joyo ae there."

"Takute trance." said the Mother.

"Yes already that Dad left first, you be careful lo, at home only Buk keep your Son !"

The mother walked into the kitchen, she took a basin of water from the barrel.

Then he went to the dining room to take a tremos and mixed a little hot water into his basin earlier.

The mother went back to her son's room.

He compresses the forehead of his Son, and occasionally wipes the sweat that flows on the Child.

The mother saw a shadow walking towards the kitchen.

Unsuspecting his mother Waras flicked the curtains that covered the door of the room Waras.

He looked back, but it was silent....

The mother is most concerned, she believes that her eyes are still observant and cannot be mistaken.

Instantly he goosebumps, held nape that now feels a little stiff.

"Tok tock....Yu...Yu Rasemi's..."

"Kulanuwon..."

"This is Mbah Joyo"

Rasemi who was standing while holding her nape and continued to look towards the kitchen was now conscious.

With a slight rush he walked forward and immediately headed to the door of the living room.

"Chap...Monggo-monggo, please come in..."

Rasemi said kindly, but still trying to cover up her nervousness

Mbah Joyo entered the living room.

"Assynolt...."

"He's nggerr koe to seng dolan rene.."

Said Mbah Joyo, staring nanar towards the kitchen.

Mbah Joyo's eyes looked sharp, but there were flashes of sadness in them.