MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 22
The position of Mr. Handoko behind the wall makes me confused until now. One side I believe Mas Diki can not see Mr. Handoko because it is blocked by the walls of the house. However, on one hand I am sure from his position earlier, he should still be able to see the body of Mr. Handoko.
"But why, yes, Mas Diki did not see Mr Handoko? There are some more oddities, from where did Pak Handoko know that the one who came to his house was Mas Diki? Doesn't he turn his back on us? And he met Mas Diki a dozen years ago. How does he know that I am Mas Diki's wife? And ... he also knew about Nur. He said it wasn't time for my son to come to that place ... YES TUHAAAAAN!!!!! He must not be an ordinary man. He must be arwaaaaah!!!!"
"Come on, speed up the bike!!" I shouted at Mas Diki while hitting his shoulders.
Mr. Handoko's house is already left behind, but the horror makes me feel unsafe if our vehicle is still on the road that stretches between the agricultural rice fields.
"It's fast, brother. What the hell is it, you're scared like that?" ask husband.
"Later I will be clear if we have arrived at a slightly rame road. Anyway Mas Diki now speed it up first!" I replied as I hugged my husband's waist tighter.
"You are, Sister. I don't know if I'm confused about our son anymore. You're even just friendly," my husband said innocently.
SREK'S!
A hard pinch I put directly into his stomach.
"Ouch!!" his pekik is enduring the pain.
"Saucer!" my thinking.
And the motorbike was speeding faster leaving the rice fields that for me have lost the nuance of its beauty replaced with a magical atmosphere that makes the feathers goosebumps.
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"Sir, this is already on the big road. We will soon be at school. Quickly you convey what you want to say earlier in the middle of the rice field!" my husband broke the silence between the two of us.
I raised my face up after a long time buried on the solid back of Mas Diki. Sure enough, the view of the rice field has changed into a fairly crowded highway view. The horror slowly dissipated from my feelings. I took a deep breath before I started telling my husband.
"Mas .. earlier I saw Mr. Handoko's ghost in the house." I started my story.
"WHAT???" pekik Mas Diki's.
"Yes, Mas. I squirm Mr. Handoko's ghost there." I repeated my words to assure Mas Diki's distrust.
"You must have seen it wrong, brother. Didn't you say yesterday that you saw a figure similar to Mr. Handoko there? That's a sign Mr. Handoko is still alive, not a ghost like you said just now" replied my husband.
"It could be the figure I saw the day after tomorrow it was also the ghost of Mr. Handoko too, Mas!" answer me firmly.
"Ah, you're right, brother. Not because I didn't see Mr. Handoko, but you saw him. Then you're sure it's Handoko's ghost. It could be, I can not see it because the position of Mr. Handoko is blocked by something to see, for example blocked by a wall. I was a little far away from you, Brother!" my husband said in a serious tone.
"No, Mom! That's not why I'm sure the one I met was Mr. Handoko's ghost" I replied.
"Oh, huh? How can you be sure that the one you met was Mr. Handoko's ghost?" My husband asked in full search.
The bike we were riding kept going at a fairly fast speed. Soon we'll both be at my son's school.
"So, I spoke to the ghost in the state that he was behind me. While the red capil remained on," I began my explanation.
"If he were an ordinary human being, with his body turned back to me like that, there was no way he would have known who was coming to his house at that time. But in fact, when I asked him if he saw a boy of the age of Junior High passing by there or maybe stopping by his house, Mas knew what he was saying?" My word.
"What did he say, brother?" asked Mas Diki with curiosity. So curious, he turned his head for a moment towards me. Maybe he can't wait for my answer.
"He said this, Mom. 'No, Nduk. Only your husband ever stopped by this house. Your son hasn't come to this house yet'." I repeated the ghost's answer to Mas Diki.
"O MY GOD!!! Then you actually met the ghost Mr. Handoko, Dik!" screeched my husband in a slightly trembling tone.
Mas Diki was still able to drive stably despite being in such a state of shock and trembling.
"Yes, Mas. I don't care if it's Mr. Handoko or his ghost, but I'm worried about why he said it's not time for Nur to come to that place. Means suaru when our son will ...," I cried.
"Clean your mind, brother! Don't think anything! We should now concentrate on finding our son first. When we meet, we'll take good care of the boy, brother!" reprove my husband.
"Yes, Mas. If Nur has met later, do not let Nur pass in that road, Mas. I don't want our son to be caught by a ghost. Cassian's our son, Mas!" I screamed while shedding tears. The shadow of last night's incident when I found Nur almost dying disturbed pocong back in my mind.
Finally the vehicle we were riding in arrived in front of the school building Nur. Our eyes immediately looked around to observe the situation around the school building. The building looked empty from the outside, like there was no activity inside. When my gaze pounded the tightly shut gate, my heart seemed to be sliced from feeling that our search mission had both failed. I don't think Nur is in this school building. And there's no way Nur could have gone home alone in the condition that he was afraid to be alone in our house.
"Mas, it looks like there's nobody in this building. Surely all the residents have gone home," I said as I stepped closer to the school gate. I held onto the locked gate padlock to make sure it was completely locked.
"Where else are we going to find Nur, Dik. Are we gonna search our own house?" ask my husband who seems hesitant about his own question.
"There's no way he's going home alone, Mom. You saw for yourself last night, just as Nur was terrified in his room after seeing the pocong coming suddenly," I replied as I turned around and leaned against the locked gate.
For a few seconds I and Mas Diki stared at each other in confusion. We no longer know what we will do at that time. Our brains were completely dead-end at the time.
Suddenly, Mas Diki's eyes glared and his mouth gaped. His eyes are sharp behind me.
"Dikc ... Dik ...," my husband's strangling is like a fidelity.
"What, Mas?" manya curious.
"That's behind you!" my husband stammered while pointing behind me.
Seeing my husband like that, I stammered for a moment. I feel scared. While from behind me, I only heard the sound of someone's footsteps getting louder and louder in my ears.
Seriate
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