Kemomong Village
Refusal

sorry for the readers for this episode author wrong up please skip it, this

episode down the river, and to remove it took several days 🙏🙏🙏

“Bah?” 

“Hemmmm,” abah mendehen answered my call.

“What will inguan (maintenance) that there must be a successor?” my many.

“Do not think about it first,” sahut abah.

“What ... Can Aya refuse it?” 

In a moment of silence, I did not answer the question I asked. I actually won not want to be a successor to this kind of thing.

What else if you have to feed and other rituals. I just want to live a normal life like most people without having to think of something mystical like this.

Even if I'm already established I want to move out of that place.

I am also currently keeping my distance from Atmajaya. When he showed up I was more passive towards him than I used to be who was always enthusiastic about everything in nature.

Now I just want to think about my future, I want to pursue a career that deepens my skills and adds experience in the world of work.

*** 

“Don't mostly daydream later kesambet.”

Iyan suddenly patted me on the shoulder slowly but it surprised me.

“Again what the hell?” ask Iyan.

“Not I Just think about the future aja,” my origin.

“Life is not to be lived to be left,” says.

“Oh Yes ... This store will be quite crowded and enthusiastic enough plan I want to develop this store again,” he said.

“You open a branch?” my many.

“Iya. You ... Want to learn pastry not?” 

I immediately answered the question because it was what I wanted for a long time.

“M-mau Bang.”

“OK. Then you can take a private course on the cost you do not have to think,” he said.

I smile all the time, “seriously Bang?”

“Indeed my words look joking?”

“Yes ... No hell. But, why all of a sudden?”

“I often see you keep paying attention to the activities in the kitchen, and you also often ask. So I think you are interested in something like that,” said Iyan.

“Iya anyway Bang.”

“Yes, I'll tell you again. The spirit! Good .”

I don't know what dream I got to be offered this rare opportunity. I was so happy that I could not hide my expression.

“Seneng really like. What the hell is it?” ask Sarah my coworker.

“Gak Ma'am. Just to remember the funny thing so laugh,”.

“Eh ... Have you heard the gossip yet?” ask Sarah.

“What's the gossip Mbak?”

“You know the shop next door right?”

“That empty shop? Why is it Mommy?”

“Yesterday the Japra will go home last will be well right home he saw in the shophouse there is a person standing. The same in Japra even in deketin know not it turns out that it is not a person but pocong.”

“Serious Mbak? Duh I became afraid to go home at night,” I said.

“But we always go home first, the guys come home later,” Sarah said.

A moment after Sarah told me the fine feathers in my hand were all standing as if the figure she was talking about was called and present around us.

“Two me goosebumps yes,” said Sarah.

“Udah not discussed Mbak. Where it's late at night, usually if we hurt it rich so they can know and suddenly come,”.

“You don't want to scare me dong!” 

“I'm serious Ma'am.”

“Udah ah work aja deh.”

Sarah left the cashier's desk and opted to go inside.

Time continued until we came home, all the women had come out as well as me, but I did not see Sarah.

I went back into the store, there was Japra, Iyan and our pastry chief.

“Mas Japra see mbak Sarah?” my many.

“Loh not home yet?”

“Ya has tried to find in the locker room,” Iyan said.

I went inside again and walked towards the small hallway at the end of the hallway there was a locker room where we used to put our luggage.

“Mbak? Sister Sarah?” call me.

“Mbak?”

I faintly heard a noise coming from the direction of the female toilet. I approached the voice and found Sarah.

“Mbak what? Not coming home?” my many.

Sarah just stood quietly in front of the mirror.

“Mbak? Sister Sarah?” I pulled his hand.

His body was so cold, and from his face was visible sweat flowing out.

“Mbak Sarah why?”

His face looked like it was terrified, yet strangely he did not respond to my call.

“Bang? Bang Iyan's ... Mas Japra?” I shouted from the toilet door.

With a little run they both came to me.

“What's up?” ask Iyan.

“Mbak Sarah Bang.”

“Sarah why?” ask Japra.

“Don't know. I was looking for him and it was in the toilet but he just kept quiet not responding,”.

Japra and Iyan quickly go into the toilet to see Sarah's condition.

“Sar! Sarah! Oy Sarah?” japra.

“This is Sarah why?”

“Don't know Mas Japra, I'm also confused.”

“We take him first to the front,” said Iyan.

I pulled Sarah's body and took her to sit at the cashier.

Surprisingly Sarah seemed to want to go back to the toilet I then prevented her from returning there.

The worry mixed with the fear I felt when I was next to Sarah's mother. I felt like something was wrong with him. 

“Before rich gini earlier he did?” ask Japra.

“So he told me that Mas Japra saw a pocong in an empty shophouse next to our store. After that she went to the back.”

“Wow! Don't-don't miss,” exciting Japra.

“Sarah! Oy ... Sarah!” Japra shakes Sarah's shoulder.

Sister Sarah finally responded, but her gaze was very strange her eyes glared at Japra.

“Mbak ... Sister Sarah?” call me again.

“How come Sarah's face is really serem?”

Without warning Iyan patted Sarah on the shoulder.

“Aware! Conscious!” said it.

Sarah began to show a reaction, she brushed off Iyan's hand and incubated while glaring at Iyan.

“What? You angry?” iyan.

The sound of moaning from Sarah's mouth became more, I also felt like something was coming, it felt like my head was so dizzy my body felt very cold.

‘This why? How come I suddenly like this?’ my inner.

“Aya! You don't fuck! Careful!” exclaim Iyan.

“Gak Bang I'm not dumb,”.

Suddenly Sarah's expression changed, she laughed out loud as she stared at me.

“Mbak Sarah why?” my spoken.

“Have missed! You better go home. Sarah let me and Japra take care of.”

“But Bang.”

“Udah is okay. You go home tomorrow you still have to work.”

I said goodbye to Sarah who was still laughing.

I quickly ran outside and took my bike and took it as fast as I could to continue praying in my heart. 

“Yes Allah protect your servant!” my spoken.

I kept my bike, lucky the road was still crowded with vehicles so I didn't feel too scared.