INDIGO “SANG INVISIBLE MATA”
SKID 7

"MOSQUITO AT NIGHT 1"

On a night of stardom, my friends and I got together to play together, like a routine activity for us after college, we played games until staying up late.

But that night we changed plans by staying at another friend's house called Raihan.

It was Saturday night Sunday, we agreed to stay at his house because he asked.

We left after Magrib on a motorcycle. My other friends who participated were Babay, Agus, Adrian, Harry and Osama, plus me and Raihan to seven people.

Not without reason he invited us to stay, because his brother was going out of town to complete the Internship, Raihan so often stay at another friend's house.

Before that Raihan was the second child of his family, but his mother had died since he was a child, and his father remarried.

Now he lives alone with his brother, in their home they used to sleep and eat by complementing each other.

Even so, his father is still paying attention to his two children, giving monthly money to meet their needs.

At first I thought it was okay to stay there, the house where he used to live, must be good. The distance between my house and Raihan is very far, it may take half an hour using a motorbike.

Therefore on the way we stopped to buy food and night snacks.

“OK already drinks”

We shared the task, I was held captive by Raihan, while babay who already knew Raihan's house first went while buying food. While I bought snacks and drinks at the minimarket.

Raihan and I continued the journey, from the beginning I felt bad. This is because Raihan's house had to pass through the Public Cemetery, our motorbike drove on a small road beside the old cemetery.

Our conversation changed a little bit, though,

“Fer, you often do not look around delicate creatures?” ask Raihan

A question that kind of gives me goosebumps, though,

“Well in my house it said there was a waiter”

I was surprised by the words of Raihan who did not know the atmosphere, not just a scary story on the road but in the middle of the TPU.

“I have never seen it, but said my brother and sister's friends who often stay overnight they often see” continued Raihan

“Woi, don't say so napa?” resolutely

This friend of mine is a bit insensitive to the atmosphere, but it's lucky he's talented otherwise I'll hit him straight away.

“Well that's okay, said my brother's friend who stayed overnight that he had the ability to see fine creatures, in my house it often looks like a woman who wears a red cloth, well usually he is often seen in WC downstairs”

My head is heavy, and my hair is goosebumps, which means something bad is approaching.

“What is your home still?” ask me with the village man's accent

Our conversation stopped a little, Raihan himself focused on the road that passed, after passing through TPU it turns out our journey still continues a little by passing a small road on the river.

Right, Raihan's house turned out to be close to the bank of the Musi river, Palembang. The air began to cool because the sea breeze blew, on a small and narrow road like a passageway that can only be passed by one motor.

A few minutes we went through a long road, of course for me who first came will not remember it. The road is far and hard, there are a lot of twists and places that are enough to make people afraid.

But what surprised me the most was not over, where Raihan's house, I really could not comment.

Wooden house that has been pengote, with a stage shape where underneath it is used as the first floor.

Unkempt, dirty, moist, and can be said from stepping feet to the front stairs only, the wood has been weathered and broken.

“It's people's house or ghost house?” my inner

SERIATE....