Horror And Mystery Stories
PO ray pantura

When I reached into my pocket to pick up the nadloman alfiyah book I was on, I did not find my nadloman mini book but instead I found a shabby bus ticket, which is still on my shirt which I have never washed since I entered this boarding school. Just a month I stepped on this great pesantren, a Salafi boarding school located on the northern coast, and its caregivers were very pious and famous.

When I saw my shabby ticket, I became reminded of my home and family, so I had tears that I could not hold. Such things are very common among new students everywhere, because the sense of haru still envelops me as the first person to leave home and family to study religion. Because of my habit of being pampered, pampered, and always gathering with family and friends that I have known since childhood. Other than the dipesantren I must be able to really treat myself with a mediocre allowance from home and demanded to live super independent, living in the pesantren is like starting a new life, with a new environment, with a new environment, new friends and new situations, so that's all that's what makes me not feel at home and want to go back home.

When I threw the shabby ticket to the corner floor of the room, which I thought was no longer useful, suddenly a big man wearing a black skullcap while carrying some yellow books that he embraced, he approached me and thrust his right hand at me, a new“santri ya?” tanyakanya.

“iya kang, I'm a new santri, just a month ago I arrived here.” I answered with a smile and shook his hand which he thrust upon me.

“Ooo, yes I understand, tomorrow again if you want to throw garbage, no matter how small it is throw in place do not throw it carelessly like this, later you can be sentenced to throw garbage carelessly, you know.” He said while taking a shabby ticket that I threw away the floor earlier.

After he took the ticket that I threw away earlier, he read it, and after a long time festering saw the ticket I threw away, he looked at me long enough, it was as if he harbored a lot of questions and curiosity. I tried to greet him but he seemed not to listen to me and continued to look at me hysterically, after he realized then he folded my shabby ticket and he put it in his pocket, suddenly he left without saying goodbye or other words, he was like a person who had seen something that was sad and frightened.

I'm so cool, maybe he was surprised if I came from a far enough area from here, I thought at that time, I continued my activities as usual. After I asked my roommates about who it was, it turned out that he was the janitor in this lodge, and he was the longest-serving santri in this department. The next day after I was drying my clothes that I had washed, suddenly the person who reprimanded me yesterday approached me by bringing two friends who were the same age as him.

“Wow, ******me this time, I can't escape the lack of cleanliness because of my carelessness yesterday.” I thought I was scared when yesterday's guy and two of his friends took me to the shade, where the clothes drop was on the floor of my five best friend.

“Lho, this sampean from lamongan ya kang?” Ask one of them.

“Yes, I am from lamongan.” I answered while putting the bucket on the floor.

“Sorry you know, I just want to ask around, not mean anything else. Sampean fitting from home yesterday what day? What time is it? And really take the Sinar Pantura bus according to the ticket I hold?” ask me again while showing me the ticket I threw away yesterday. I finally told him about my trip to the boarding school a month ago.

I came here last Thursday night, about seven o'clock from home between my legs on a motorbike from the house to the tuban, and I was left in the old terminal of tuban, and my brother also returned home with a message so that I waited for the bus that passed the pantura line, the bus majoring in Surabaya semarang. After a long time I waited for two very fast buses, when I waved my hand they did not care about me, they were still tight as if they did not see me. I waited a long time, until I saw the clock pointing at midnight pointing towards the number eleven.

Time passed by and the atmosphere became quieter and quieter, not a single person was on this highway, except for the large trucks that carried heavy goods, and the cold began to grip my body which was only covered in short-sleeved cocoa clothes without a thick jacket that protected my body, the sea breeze continued to blow increasingly louder plus raindrops that began to fall, and the rain began to fall, little by little to wet the road in front of me.

When I was about to find shelter, from a distance I saw a bus that was running very slowly, I also patiently tried to wait for the bus that I saw earlier with hope that hopefully just approached me. After the bus was right in front of me without me waving my hand, the bus stopped and opened the door for me, I entered with my two very heavy boxes. As I stepped on my foot at the entrance of the bus, a kernet sitting on the back bench greeted me from the darkness.

“Monggo mas, please sit in front of there happened to be two benches in front there again empty no one occupied it.” He bargained while pointing at a bench that is indeed not occupied by people.

The atmosphere of the bus this time was very crowded, not a single bench was left except for the bench that had been broadcast to me, after I sat for a few minutes on the bench, all the lights on the bus went off instantly, and the bus was running so fast that somehow my mind felt so messed up at the time, my hair started to wake up one by one. When I saw the road through my carcass, none of the vehicles were running, as if the bus I was riding was walking alone.

I was pensive to myself while waiting for the officer who asked for service money to be exchanged for a bus ticket, shortly after I sat in my lap, suddenly the bus stopped and the lights turned back on, the kernet also called for “lodge hut, let's go to the hut, please get down.”

Finally I rushed to pick up my stuff for me to bring down, I also approached the conductor behind and asked him, “Pak, I had not paid the bus fare, how much does it cost sir?”.

“Dah do not need to be, it's free for you, itung-itung shadaqah for santri kang who will just mondok, already my regards to Mbah Yai and do not forget to study really there, always remember your parents who took pains to finance you.” Firmly the conductor sir.

I am very very surprised, “kok this person knows that I am a new santri ya?” thought I was in heart.“Thank you very much sir. Oia sir, later if I say hello to Mbah Yai, what should I do? From whom?” my many.

He immediately tore the ticket he brought earlier, “Dah just like this, you give this ticket to Mbah Yai, insyaallah later he knows himself kok.”

After I received the ticket he gave me, I immediately went down, with a sense of full of questions in my mind about the bus I was riding just now, “ really cool huh? Prasaan no half an hour I took the bus just now, whereas my brother said the trip from tuban to here takes three hours, but it looks like only fifteen minutes.” I thought at the time.

When I saw the atmosphere around me was very crowded by the students who were walking around and also there were hanging out in the hall, I smiled with relief to arrive at the destination safely, I was amazed by the atmosphere here, it was already past one hour but still crowded, even though at eleven o'clock there was no one passing by at all.

Finally I walked into the pesantren, when I passed a food stall I glanced at the wall clock in the stall, I was surprised by the clockwork direction of the wall that still shows the number nine, I immediately saw my watch that my father had just bought two days ago, when I saw the clockwise direction was the same as the one in the wall clock in the dining hall. I was even more confused with what I saw just now. “The feeling I waited for the bus was very long, even when I saw my watch already showed twelve more, but why is it still nine.” I thought that was confused by the time that enveloped me from earlier. I ended my story, and one of the three people who met me asked me.

“Surely until if this ticket from the bus that was taken last? As far as I know, there is no bus called Sinar Pantura that crosses this pantura line, which there is Sinar Mandiri, Restu, PO. Indonesia, Widji or other patas buses. Continue this ticket has been until deliver to Mbah Yai?”

“Already kang, when I was sowan the first time it.” My answer.

“Keep the response from Mbah Yai?” Ask again.

When I say hello to Mr. Conductor, I continue to give the ticket to Mbah Yai, then Mbah Yai was silent for a moment, then he saw my face and asked me about what happened on the bus and met the conductor, after I told him everything, he smiled and told me. “Please remember the message of Mr. Conductor who has advised you that, and Alhamdulillah it is your wish to be safe, you will, the bus you boarded kept the people you met and the conductor who advised you was not the same as what you thought, they are not all of us but they are the genies who happen to cross in the path of humans.”

Rembang, 03 May 2012