Ghost Story (The Story of the Angler)
The Story of the Angler (Former Well)
A thick cloud was already hanging in the sky when Jon and Mamat arrived at the edge of the reservoir. The new time is pointed at the number 6 in the morning, and very cold weather is pouring this bone, of course, making the reservoir water becomes very cold as well.
The weather conditions that dispel their hopes to get a lot of fish, because the technique they use this time is nyobok, which requires them to plunge into the very cold reservoir water. But they had driven for two hours to arrive at the reservoir, so it was impossible to return home.
"The fish's not gonna eat this." said Jon.
"How else, it's been sampe here too." replied Mamat. "We just wait a moment, maybe the cloud will disappear if a bit unfortunate.."
"Everything's breakfast." said Jon agreed.
After putting the bag and all the fishing gear on the ground, they sat down on the dry land on the edge of the reservoir and began to enjoy breakfast in the form of packaged rice they bought at the market earlier. There were not many people there, there were only 3 people on their left, stuck in the reservoir water as deep as the chest, 5 meters apart from each other, it seemed like they were a group.
An hour passed, their breakfast was over, but the cloudy even thicker. They were still sitting around enjoying cigarette smoke, while watching the other three anglers who had started fishing since an hour ago. So far none of them have raised fish from the water.
"There is no sun, which fish would you eat?" said the Jon.
"Try first.had come all the way here, cook want to go home again." replied Mamat.
"Okay, I'm just ahead of it." said Jon while pointing straight ahead.
So they began to prepare fishing equipment for the nyobok fishing technique. The Jon began to plunge into the water reservoir, his body was seen shivering for a while as the water began to reach the stomach. And at a distance of 5 meters from the edge, the Jon also stuck a cobokan stick made of aluminum pipe to the bottom of the water.
The height of the water reached his neck, because it was a very deep spot there. Then Jon began to spread moss in front of him to attract fish to get closer. The target today is tilapia fish, so they use moss bait, 5.5 meter long tegek fishing rod and kambangan aka anti-storm buoys along 1 inch.
It's been two hours since Jon's hook went into the water, but there hasn't been a single indigo stuck either. Mamat and the other three people had also not raised the fish. Many times the Jon spread the moss bait at the point he put the hook, but still no tilapia came, or maybe it did not want to eat. Bad weather has a big impact on the weather.
By midday, the cloudiness was still blackened, the atmosphere seemed to be like maghrib. The Jon shifted the spot to the right away from Mamat, now their distance is about 15 meters. In this new spot he again tried his luck.
But that's when it rains really hard. Its position that is as deep as the neck makes its angle of view very limited. Jon could only look straight ahead, parallel to the surface of the water. The heavy rain made visibility even more limited, so that Jon had to shorten his fingers so that the buoy remained visible. Plus, he has not got a single fish, complete already his suffering.
Suddenly, among the roar of rain, Jon heard panicked cries coming from his left. It turned out that the three people to the left of Mamat were the ones shouting. Jon could still see the three of them rushing out of the water, even while swimming with the aim to quickly reach the edge. Curiously, Jon approached Mamat who was also moving towards the water bank.
"What's up, Mat? Why are they panicking?" jon shouted trying to beat the sound of the rain.
"Crocodile! He said a crocodile was on its way here!" shouted Mamat.
"Where are the crocodiles in the reservoir?" yell out Jon.
"It is important to find safety first." replied Mamat.
Seeing the panic of his friend, Jon was affected, he panicked too. So Jon immediately swam to the edge of the reservoir. While three other anglers were seen hastily packing their fishing gear and just left from the fishing spot.
"We're going home or what?" ask Jon.
"Wait a while already on land, we are safe." replied Mamat, clearly look terrified look on his face.
"You see the culture, too..?" ask Jon.
"Yes belom.just cry cry of the three of them. I went straight up.."
They circulate views across the water surface of the reservoir to look for the crocodile's presence. The increasingly crazy rain made it difficult for them to see far away. Then Mamat looked squinting.
"That's the culture!" Mamat pointed in one direction in the middle of the reservoir.
Jon squinted his eyes, even he stepped onto the edge of the water. He saw a long object floating on the surface of the water. The front of the object looks taper conical, like a crocodile's head, continues to extend until the tail section is getting smaller in length.
Objects that are very similar to crocodiles appear to drown according to the waves of the reservoir. Jon still could not believe it, so he sharpened his gaze, then burst out his laughter between the sound of the rain.
"Huhahaha..! That's rice straw! How can the story be counted as crocodiles?! Haha…"
Mamat ran over. "No way, the shape is obviously that of a crocodile.."
"Let's take a good look. That's the straw leftover rice harvest yo..! Hahahaha.." Jon's laughter did not stop as well.
Mamat immediately realized it. "Ah fucking real shit! I cheated on them earlier.."
"How's ketipu? The three of them were also fooled by it, thinking the drifting haystack was a crocodile! Ahaha.."
"This is actually a ridiculous name.cooking eyesight three people can be all wrong!" sahut Mamat's.
"Gue was suspicious, where is the crocodile in the reservoir?! The reservoir water is too deep for crocodiles. hahahaha…"
Finally, Mamat laughed. Among the crazed roar of rain came loud laughter from the two young men of responsibility. Indeed, the thing that was thought by the crocodile was just a pile of hay left over by the harvest that was washed away by the reservoir water. The area around the reservoir is indeed a lot of rice fields, and farmers used to throw the remaining crop straw into the reservoir so that it was piled up and carried away by water currents.
"Here you go again or go home?" ask Jon after their laughter has gone.
"Continue once again.ntar if the fish still do not want to eat yes go home.." replied Mamat.
"Gue eat first." said Jon.
"Eat it. I want to go on again.."
Mamat returned to the reservoir water to continue fishing, while Jon opened his umbrella, then began to remove food supplies from his bag. The package of food is still wrapped again with plastic so it is not wet because of the rain. So while wearing the umbrella, under the black cloud and the rain was very heavy, Jon began to enjoy his lunch.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a man standing a meter to the right of Jon. He was an old man in his 50s, wearing a cowboy hat so wide as a sombrero hat, that his face sank into it. He also wore a bright orange life vest. He was carrying a bag and fishing gear.
The Jon was amazed to see it, at this hour there are still people who just came fishing, even though for tilapia fishing, usually people will start early in the morning. Plus the rain is so heavy, why would he go fishing.
"Where is mas? Good not to be?" ask the guy.
The Jon was stunned, the man spoke quietly, but the Jon could hear him clearly, but in the middle of the heavy rain, people had to shout to be heard.
"Eh. anu sir. gabluk! From the morning there was none.."
"Yes that's how you fish." said the man. "Again eat, huh mas?"
"Oh yes sir. If you want, this is still a pack. eat with us.." replied the Jon offered.
"Thank you, I ate earlier." said the man. "I'd like to go straight for it.."
"What time did you just come, sir?" ask Jon.
"You have good luck here." replied Jon.
"Mas is also lucky." replied the old man.
The man put his bag on the ground and immediately plunged into the water of the reservoir and started fishing. The Jon kept watching the guy, it felt really weird to him. But if you remember the story of the father earlier, the Jon became familiar, indeed anglers usually move spots after half a day do not get fish. And after that Jon no longer paid attention to the man.
The rain was still pouring down, the afternoon was cold, plus his clothes were wet, Jon's body was shivering. Until it makes him lazy to nemplung to fishing again. And finally the Jon just sat on the dirt muddy edge of the reservoir, dumbfounded for a long time still wearing an umbrella, even though his clothes were wet from earlier.
"Not fishing anymore?"
The greeting made Jon growl in shock, and like he had just woken up, he looked around. The one who greeted him earlier was the newly arrived old man.
"Eh. yes sir.so lazy to go fishing again.hawanya very cold, the fish also do not want to eat.." replied sinjon stammered.
"Don't give it up. The day is long.."
"Trus why did you even finish fishing?"
"I just fulfill the desire kok mas, just a hobby only. if you already got a fish yaudah, stop fishing."
The Jon just realized that the person had been carrying a caramba that had been half filled with big fish. (Karamba \= fish container made of net). In such a short time, the old man had gotten so many fish!
"Waah.. a lot of it dapetnya sir. fishing spot where was it?" ask Jon
"Yes in that place." replied the father while pointing to the right.
"But from morning I don't get fish, sir." replied Jon astonished.
"Kalo mas want, this is the fish I just stay for the mas, all the same karamba.."
"How was thou father himself? Go home and donk fish." said Jon.
That guy laughed. "I fishing it is only channeling hobby mas, while the fish itself I do not wantan. most if dapet yes divided into neighbors.so this fish for gold.."
"Waahh, thank you very much sir. I happened to pickle fish at all." said the Jon.
"Yaudah.I say goodbye first.. Mas use my spot earlier. let dapet also. but remember. don't go too to the right, because there is a luwengnya.." (luweng\=holes in the soil submerged in water until not visible from the surface
"Yes, sir. later on the day it still rained gini." said the Jon.
"No papa. soon the sun will appear." replied the father. "I'll go home first.."
"Yes, sir, be careful." replied Jon.
The old man went to leave the edge of the reservoir, treading a steep and slippery path because of the rain. The Jon is getting stupefied, heavy rain gini kok said the sun would appear. There are still a lot of weirdness in the old man. And when Jon looked back, the old man was no more. Fast way, he thought.
The Jon was still looking at the fish the old man had left behind, the average size of a palm. Maybe I can still catch fish today, he thought. He took the phone from his bag, it was wrapped in clear plastic so as not to get wet. And the clock on the phone was pointing at half-two noon! He's been dumbfounded for over an hour!
But without any more piling up, Jon began to plunge into the water reservoir again. Mamat seemed to have been very far away from him, so he took the fishing spot that the old man had just bought. A moment later he began to concentrate on his buoy.
The rain eventually subsided and turned into a drizzle, which eventually stopped altogether. Jon could see that the thick black cloud had also stepped aside, and the sun had emerged from behind the clouds! And all those weather changes happened in just half an hour!
Once again the Jon was astonished, the old man's words were true, the sun really appeared! In his heart he wondered, who exactly was that old man? That's when Jon saw the buoy drown suddenly. Then with a reflex he lifted his fingers quickly.
A tilapia as big as a palm seemed to flounder at the end of the strings. A feeling of pleasure, relief and satisfaction was felt in his chest. Since then the Jon is like drawing fish from the reservoir, every time he plugged his bait, shortly afterwards the float immediately sank because the bait was eaten by fish.
All the bitter experiences of that day seemed to just disappear, turning into an extraordinary pleasure. The fish just kept coming to the hook. Until finally in just two hours, the fish container caramba has been fully filled!
Jon still wants to continue fishing, but the fish container is no longer fit. Then the fishing event was ended for that day. Jon went up from there, walking on the bottom of the water to the edge of the reservoir, and he looked for the fish given by the old man, he intended to unite the given fish with his own catch. But even the box does not exist! It was as if it had swallowed the earth!
"Well, where was the fish? The feeling of not putting it near the bag." thought Jon. "If eaten by a fork or a bird, surely the caramba still exists.."
He was still trying to find the given fish around the place, but the results were nil. Finally the Jon can only stand still inexhaustible, even one day has not been completed fully, but there have been a lot of very strange events that happened to him.
"Waahh.. dapet a lot of that is it mas?"
The Jon jumped in shock at the greeting, he turned his head and found a middle-aged man standing next to him, this man carrying a hoe and wearing a caping, of course he was a farmer.
"Eeh. yes sir. again fortunately this can be a lot.." replied the Jon.
"And from this week the lure again ugly you know mas. many anglers do not dapet." said the farmer.
"So half a day I didn't get anything sir. just as the sun appeared it just got.." replied the Jon.
"If you want to go fishing again, do not go too far to the right there is mas. there is a luwengnya." said the farmer while pointing towards the right reservoir.
"So it was warned, sir." replied Jon.
Indeed, the existence of this luweng is very dangerous, especially for nyobok anglers. Luweng is a former well, or large hole in the ground extending vertically and very deep. When the reservoir water is high, then this well or hole is submerged in water, making it invisible from the surface.
This can cause an accident, it could be people or anglers fell into the well, and if it has fallen, usually his life is not saved, drowned in the underwater well. No matter how much the man swam, he would not survive.
"Kemaren aja luweng it has taken its victims kok mas." said the farmer.
"When did that happen, sir?" jon asked, for some reason, suddenly his heart rippled in fear.
"Three days ago, there was a middle-aged man who was fishing there. accidentally kejeblos into the luweng. whereas he had been wearing a life jacket, and said his friend, he was also good at swimming. But his life was not saved.."
Jon's heart rate is getting louder. "What color is the life jacket, sir..?"
"The color is bright orange that is. he also wears a hat like a cowboy hat but very wide edges……."
The farmer continued his explanation in detail. Jon never heard it again. His body trembled violently like a fever, unconsciously his body grew lower and finally sat on the ground. His heart rate was like being driven very fast. His body felt very weak as if it was boneless.
Never did he think that the old man he had offered to eat, who had given him fish, and who had been advising him had died three days ago. It was only fitting that since his appearance, that person felt so strange. How could such an event happen during the day? Under the thick black cloud and the crazy rain?
Pantesan only the fish given by the old man earlier was tau-tau disgrace just like that, sought until the apocalypse will also not meet. Then does the number of fish he caught also have something to do with the old man who died? I don't know. Jon's mind becomes chaotic not because.
From far away, Mamat walked closer. Then Mamat continued aja nyerocos about the catch a little, also about the catch of Jon very much. But Jon had no intention of responding to it. The only thing Jon wanted was to go home. That's enough for today, there have been enough strange events...