Ghost Nose Mbeler
Start Jahil
Warsinah is like being dragged by a current.
Warsinah then bounced and returned to the Mauni tree.
While the pickup car he was riding in now entered into a fog.
The fog immediately disappeared along with the car's departure from Warsinah's view.
Warsinah's ghost is now sitting on the branch again.
He watched the people who were going back and forth through the road that was nearby.
Not infrequently Warsinah prankster in the bicycle bonnet of the workers' ontel.
Some of them complained that the bike was heavy and like piggybacking on something.
Some felt his nape goosebumps like being blown by someone.
There are also ordinary ones.
And all that was Warsinah.
He occasionally blows the nape of people he bullies.
Warsinah also often twists the waist of people who he bullies to feel like hogging something.
But not infrequently Warsinah also bounced when he chose the wrong person.
Where most people who believe will be privileged, or takbir and or read prayers when it feels something is wrong.
Especially those who always remember.
Not one bit Warsinah can touch it.
In a short distance, Warsinah is like being hit by a stun.
Warsinah was still in a mess when a car passed by.
At first the car was ordinary.
But after being missed, the driver immediately berkakbir when he found the figure of Warsinah berdaster white kumel and the sinister face was perched on the branch of the mauni tree.
The driver could see it from the reflection of the glass.
The driver who happened to be himself told his experience to the coffee picking workers.
Until the hebohlah again rumors about the presence of ghosts in the mauni tree.
The driver of the gray pickup car was no longer dare to cross the mauni tree area again.
He chose to take a straight path and then turn left and he arrived at an alley towards the mosque located in a large lane, then he turned left again to head out of the village border.
Avoiding is better than meeting again, that is how the voice of the driver who is alone without the kernet.
Adzan dhuhur.
Warsinah still sits on its throne, the branch of the mauni tree.
The body is smoky now.
His face turned red, and his head revealed a line of cracks that spewed blood.
His mouth came out like pus flooding the nostrils.
From her eyelids, tears of blood flowed.
The crack of the head of Warsinah increasingly looks widened and now looks gaping with blood that is blackish red and continues to drip.
Warsinah was in her last position when she died.
The voice of the Adhan has finished changing the humming of praise.
The horror of the appearance of Warsinahpun now gradually faded, he seemed to return to the ghost of dreadlocked Warsinah, who continued to shake his legs and giggling.
"Hihiiihiiihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi..."
It's three in the afternoon.
Part-day workers were seen walking in groups with each other.
They work from seven in the morning to ten in the afternoon and then work again at one to three in the afternoon.
But the wholesale workers some choose to work loss until five in the afternoon, with the reason that the garden or rice field they bought quickly finished.
Like Karimah and his two friends.
It was almost five in the afternoon they had just climbed to the top of the rice field.
They were finally late to go home.
When five o'clock is over fifteen minutes they just get to the fork.
And at the same time it turns out that the ghost of Warsinah is struggling in a pete tree east of the T-junction.
Katiyem Karimah's friend inexplicably discusses the ghost that had disturbed his neighbor's Children's Waras.
The issue of Waras which is pursued by wewegombel is indeed hot in the discussion.
But a mistake that Katiyen is making is the time and place of discussion that is not right.
The afternoon was a little cloudy, so the sky looked dark.
Warsinah, who felt called, approached Katiyem.
Before he reached the side of Katiyem he first passed through Rodiyah.
Whether because Rodiyah is more sensitive or indeed Warsinah deliberately disturbing, Rodiyah felt a foul smell.
Rodiyah nudged the arm of Katiyem who continued to tell stories and called the ghost of the coffee garden waiter continuously.
Rodiyah tried to keep thinking positively, she also read the verse of the chair and walked faster ahead of Katiyem who was still engrossed with the story.
Warsinah's ghost now looks scary.
But Karimah who could feel the presence of Warsinah immediately read something.
Warsinah finally drifted away.
He flew and sat on one of the branches of the sengon tree.
Warsinah who inexplicably seemed to get stronger after often sipping the air of people who were afraid of him was also seen to keep watching the movements of Katiyem by continuing to wander on the branches.
Karimah has turned to his house, Katiyem and Rodiyah now live that has been running fast until the distance with Katiyem quite far.
After a few minutes, Rodiyah arrived at her house.
While Katiem was still clenching, smiling for some reason.
The ghost of Warsinah is now floating and sitting on the precarious one of the residents' houses.
His eyes stared intently at Katiyem.
His anger is clear.
Even the most awful moment he looked back.
He floated down, and floated on the right side of Katiyem.
Squeezing Katiyem's shoulder, then he also nangkring on Katiyem's back.
Katiyem stroked his neck at the back which was painful.
He also held his back which hurt.
Now Katiyem has arrived at his house.
Warsinah continues to hang on Katiyem's shoulders.
He was like a child asking to carry his mother.
Katiem felt his neck to his hips were very painful and achy.
Katiem finished bathing, he was still wearing a wean, he then entered the room intending to pray magrib and then copy his nightgown.
But the angry Warsinah was angrier, and she pressed her hand against Katiyem's neck, and he whispered.
"Katiyem, your neck hurts, your body aches, you sleep."
Katiyem, who had the foundation of his faith, was not strong enough to follow the whispers of Warsinah.
Katiyem finally changed his clothes and lay down.
Mukena who folded neatly and then on the turn of the prayer mat he used as a pillow on the bed in his room.
Warsinah is back.
"Hihihi.hi.hi hi hi.hi.hi"
Katiyem sleeps on the right side occasionally he moves to the left side, it is very uncomfortable if you have to lie down or supine.
It feels like there are thorns or rough objects that block the back up to his neck.
That night, Katiyem was really tormented.
Until almost dawn he was able to sleep soundly as a result of dawn prayers he missed.
Katiyem's husband, who used to sleep in the living room chair, wondered why his wife did not get up until almost six in the morning.
Katiyem usually has a clock so far to prepare provisions for her husband and also for him to bring too.
But today, he didn't wake up.
The suspicious husband finally woke his wife who was still curled up on the bed covered in a strip of dark brown.
"Mom..Bune..kog ndak make provision until it hurts..."
Katiyem still did not respond.
Her husband approached, and he patted her on the shoulder.
Katiyempun woke up grimacing in pain.
The neck to the spine also feels crumpled.
He was writhing in pain, even cold sweat had soaked his forehead.
Katiyempun fancied incoherently, and he giggled occasionally.
"My back hurts..."
"Okay.remove,relax.sickness"
"Hihi.hi..hi.hi hi hi hi hi hi..hi.hi.hi..hi..."
"Ooh..,hi...It hurts..."
Katiyem's husband felt something was wrong..
And finally he called a neighbor.
The neighbor came and saw Katiyem's behavior, he was sure that Katiyem was possessed.
The neighbor convinced Katiyem's husband that his wife was kuntilanak.
He finally decided to meet Mbah Joyo.
Katiyem's husband arrived at Mbah Joyo's house, but unfortunately the village elder was attending a ta'lim ceremony at one of the cottages outside the city.
Finally, Katiyem's husband came to the mosque which was located opposite Mbah Joyo's house.
There are some santri who are sweeping the floor, and some are rolling the carpet to dry.
Katiyem's husband asked the four santri, who were all women, whether Mr. Ustadz was in Ndalem.
But unfortunately, again the result is nil.