INDIGO “SANG INVISIBLE MATA”
CHAPTER X RACE, EXAM, HOLIDAY 1
One week passed after the grueling race, Monday after the race when the announcement of the flag ceremony of the PMR's big victory was echoed. The students and teachers finally saw and glanced at us as successful extracurriculars, even better after last year had a lot of problems.
After the ceremony we were again given free time to rest, of course all my friends went to the cafeteria and UKS as a gathering place. In the morning we took pictures with the victory trophy and got a lot of congratulations, while in the afternoon we were treated by Coach Kak Gunawan because he was proud that his students succeeded.
Rice book is free, the food sold alone in the store is now distributed without pay to us all suitable to fill the stomach during lunch time. Even though we didn't pay, I knew that Mr. Gun wouldn't just give away his merchandise, but I was told by his wife that Bu Septi Pembina PMR had paid for all the food for his protege for successfully becoming a General Champion.
When we had free time like this I stood on the library steps thinking back to meeting Cindi.
“Yes that time I ran out of the race too, straight here and saw a big presence in a narrow place like thismy inner” while looking at the library door
Memories like before will never come back but I definitely keep remembering them, an unforgettable feeling even if it is only a few days but it is enough for me.
Not a time to reflect, the road has been seen I have to step foot to where I should be. Wishing my ultimate goal was the same as my dream, to be a normal person.
***
(Monday, SMA N xx Palembang)
School days have stopped for a few days because the test has been waiting, since after the race I spent more time studying. How not, a week after that tough race now I have to face the Mid-Semester exam.
Although my daily repetition is satisfying but my self-confidence still haunts me, especially I know that in my class there are some people I am wary of. Ainur, Anna, Agustina, Agus and Osama.
One week the test lasted I also felt my brain and body was not functioning properly.Even if I continue reading maybe I will vomit because I see letters and numbers.
In addition I myself increasingly feel if my inner eyes continue to open a little by a little, without the help of Cindi's mirror I can see their existence clearly.
The problem was that at that time I was facing the test, they disturbed me with their appearance, whether it was kuntilanak, tuyul, long-necked ghosts, black and white shadows like the existence of ordinary living things like humans.
Until I realized from when I started this brave, even with Cindi gone I might have developed, right, to be a brave man.
“Bismillahirahmanirahim” do’a me before writing the answer on the answer paper
***
(Ainur Viewing Angle)
(SMA Negeri xx Palembang)
A week passed, the exam was finished by leaving a deep dissatisfaction how not so many difficult questions came out on the exam this time. But for me it was very easy because I had learned it, regardless of right or wrong.
But it doesn't matter because everything has passed and can't be reworked, now I just have to do a lot of’a and wilful will be the maximum result for the test score.
I. do not want to lose again to Akbar, since Junior High I always get the first champion but seeing Akbar always great in the daily test I think if in the sky still stands a higher sky.
Even when he got the win with PMR I felt he was one step ahead of me. Although I have been known in the school but there is no meaning if it is not famous outside, right.this is my selfish desire since long ago.
“Good children please wait outside let your parents who enter”
‘Good bu” answer simultaneously the students
I myself stood at the door of the class, talking with Dedek to get rid of the tension. A small voice from the homeroom teacher mentioned the names of children who excel in academics.
“Good gentlemen, I will tell anyone our children who reach the rank of 1-3” said Mr. Sumardi our homeroom teacher
Instantly the silent atmosphere was mixed with tension, but just now a lot of joking laughter was heard. When Mr. Sumardi mentioned the ranking list of classmates in the group eavesdropped behind the windows and doors.
I slightly glanced at Akbar, it turned out that he did not wince from where he was. Sitting on the floor barefoot, he was having a nice chat with Abdul and Rehan.
“Good for Ainur first rank, Akbar second rank, Ana Nur third rank. To the parents mentioned the names please forward” Mr. Sumardi directly mention the names without any space to make us tense
However, I am grateful for being able to take a place in the first rank. I haven't lost, but I still keep going after Akbar. He himself was second, my satisfaction with winning lost with the fear of losing that position. That's why I won't lose and try to be number one.
***
(Akbar's Point of View)
When I heard the announcement, the tension did not stop flowing and I could not believe that I only finished second.
“I didn't think it turned out that Ainur was really a smart woman” praise myself to Ainur
Well no need to think anyway I also already know the results, indeed different first rank from SMP. But it does not matter because what you think.after finishing the exam.
“Yeeee...entertain.main as much” my inner cry.
***
(Akbar's Point of View)
(West Lampung, 15.00 WIB)
The first day of school I did nothing at home. Lazy feeling was swept quickly without realizing it like a disease. Even so the following days were new and astonishing experiences that I had once felt.
The cold felt piercing my skin, the city where my Uncle lived was indeed very cold. When entering the Lampung area, I already felt the cold wind blowing endlessly making me wear clothes thicker than before.
Now I'm going to stay in Lampung, where my Uncle lives for three days with my parents, Om, Aunty, Grandma, sister and brother niece.
“Haah coldness” said as I sipped the warm tea that Aunty served
Enjoying the view of green hills with cold and cool air, accompanied by tea and banana goring feels very soothing. Unlike the noisy city of Palembang in the morning and evening, but here it is calm and makes me happy.
“I want to move here” but there is a feeling of blockage in my heart, although it sucks I feel like I miss school
It's just an excuse.I want to meet someone.His face makes me miss. Well even so I'm sure he has no taste in me, especially lately we've been fighting.
“Nah so Uncle wants to tell you when Uncle meets myyang” demon
Shocked I turned my eyes when I heard the word Kuyang. It turned out that behind me, Uncle was telling a story with my brother and sister nephew. Curious about the story, I came closer and sat down to hear the uncle's story.
(FLASH BACK, Uncle Sarip)
It was night time when I was gardening in the coffee garden, a cold atmosphere in the pitch-black darkness. The time after Magrib made my mind more uncomfortable, but to support the children I threw away the fear.
When the night becomes more and more so and the mind changes not because of it, there the strangeness begins to appear. I took my hip basket with my sickle and machete. I took the remnants of coffee that fell on the ground until I approached the bush.
The bush was the barrier between the plantation and the swamp forest next to it, standing old and haunted trees like looking at me sharply. My hair is standing up, an unpleasant feeling the first time I have felt since gardening here for 5 years.
“Krasak..krasak” sounds like a plastic bag, but strangely a self-moving bush
I thought back to the neighbors' stories, about the ghosts that appeared recently. My disembodied ghost wanders around at night, that's why I'm afraid from earlier.
I'm holding myself close to the origin of the sound,
“Hush..hush” I carry a scythe in the right hand.
The movements and sounds in the thicket had stopped since then, but I kept checking what was the cause of the embarrassment.
Oddity felt when I saw nothing in the bush, “Ah must be a cat or wind kali” thought I
I don't want the bad feelings to continue to develop as soon as I leave work, it seems like it's done today. As I walked out of the garden, I was stared intently at by something though invisible but close in existence.
***
The next morning many people who discuss my appearance, whether it is true or not the story because I myself still do not believe. Be-genesis from Kalimantan, likes to ari-ari newborn babies and likes to approach pregnant mothers.
Many residents are worried about the appearance of the creature, especially in families that have pregnant women or have been out of labor.
Don't want time wasted I go back home to pick up equipment to go gardening.
Thursday night Jum’at it was a day that I could not forget the creepy events of a lifetime.
“Mang we go home first ya” said my neighbor's son named Bujang who is both gardening
“Iya beware kak Jalan” reply
Now the incident repeated like yesterday, alone with the cold covered with darkness of the night after magrib. But this time not like yesterday, if yesterday only felt its presence, shortly from Bujang home I saw above the sky a shadow flying.
I don't know what it is but it looks like a bird, but strangely it doesn't flap the wings of a flying kite. My eyes were sharpened to clarify what it was, to the point that I was surprised instead of playing
“Astagfirullah?!” I was surprised not to play
The figure that I thought the bird was now seen floating wanted to land, but unfortunately with a human figure consisting of a head and internal organs only. There is no lower body, visible only the head, lungs and kidneys alone are red visible discharge red fluid.
“Yes Allah what is” I immediately ran away from the garden with my gardening tools, fear has mastered
At that time I thought I could see the expration from Kuyang, his face looked tense and stiff can not smile like an angry person who is ready to eat anything in plain sight. A body floating in the air with such a shape was bound to scare people to death.
“Astagfirullah..astagfirullah” I was privileged while running towards home.
The distance of the house and garden was quite far but at that time nothing else occurred to think but to save yourself by going home. Until.I met some residents who were sitting on the terrace of their homes.
I'm just approaching to ask for help, “Pak...please..it....” My voice was not clear what to say because I was out of breath
“Quiet sir what is it?” ask Mr. Dodo one of my acquaintances
I tried to calm myself, while seeing the existence of the creature that was not visible.
“Pak was a ghost, Kuyang Pak.flying above my garden”.
“Hah the real sir?” ask Mr. Dodo
“Iya sir bener, I swear”
“This can no longer be allowed. Ladies and gentlemen please meet here!!” yell Mr. Dodo
As the crowd swarmed, Mr. Dodo and I explained the reason they gathered they added to the heat of the atmosphere.
Action was taken, the search for Kuyang was carried out for fear of casualties. Demon baby ari-ari eaters and pregnant women disturb the public as well. Especially in this village many pregnant mothers, maybe that's the purpose of Kuyang's existence some time.
“Pak we get ready first, we collect in the square patrol post kampong”
“OK pak”
Exactly at 20:00 WIB, Citizens consisting of men gathered, a lot of people joined including me. Preparations in the form of brooms, red and white onions, kentungan, and other exorcist tools were brought.
The residents are divided into two groups, first residents who search in the middle of the village, second there are residents who search on the edges of the village.
At that time the noise and darkness of the night were not visible because the lighting of the lights and torches were brighter plus the moonlight.
The search for creatures so-called Kuyang occurred until the morning, when the search was many residents who had seen the form of Kuyang with their own eyes.
“Iya sir yesterday I saw there was a fireball also around the garbage dump”
“I also saw someone waiting in front of Mr. Adam's rash with the pregnant Ms. Susi, she just stood at midnight yesterday”
“Well this Mr. Sarip seems really scary to see his appearance ya”
“Iya sir, let alone the look of his internal organs as well. Horror pak”
The search continued until the night had changed Subuh, the village chief himself stated that today's search was enough and will continue tomorrow night. All the residents agreed.when the dawn prayer we disperse and go home each.
The next morning I went back to work in the garden but the feeling of calm and relief felt as if there was no fear.
“Is it possible because of last night's search I became calm?” thought
Anyway my work today is calm and smooth without any anxiety, even until night so. After I went home to garden I took a bath and ate first and went back to the search for my Satan.
Searches like yesterday were conducted, until dawn as well. Not even meeting with weirdness did we think that Kuyang was afraid and already knew we were looking for him.
Finally, at the last moment, the Village Chief stopped the search for Kuyang that night and requested that residents keep their homes tighter than usual.
A few days later I saw the sighting of Kuyang and the search for Kuyang with the citizens, never again seen strange sightings or stories of the citizens about the sighting of Kuyang.
“Possibly he has not shown himself or gone” I thought
“Pak, it has been heard the story” said my wife after buying rice sitting for breakfast
“What's the story bu?”
“That said Kuyang who was wild in the village was the pet of Pak Adi, a person who had just moved on the hill it”
“That big house?”
“Iya. But he said Mr. Adi and his family had left, moved because it had been discovered. Moreover, residents who have been busy looking for the creature must be Pak Adi afraid so immediately moved”
“Emang yes Mr Adi who kept the creature?”
“As a sir, many mothers tell stories. If Pak Adi's house is strange, the person is also”
“Hemmm” I just nodded my head
If it is true that my wife's story is true it turns out that the mastermind of the creature incident is Mr. Adi. Although do not know what the reason, for use, or for tools to increase wealth and power or also as a pet of black magic.
But because Mr. Adi had moved and never returned, the appearance of Kuyang was no longer there. Residents also concluded the same as me, if indeed Mr. Adi was the culprit of the Kuyang forging problem.
(Note, the ghost told by the author's uncle is actually still in doubt as a kuyang, because kuyang mythical creature from Kalimantan. But because the characteristics and form are the same as kuyang, the people in the area immediately believe that it is kuyang. And there is news that Pak Adi people moved from Kalimantan to Sumatra)
CHAPTER X RACE, EXAM, HOLIDAY 1.....FINISHED