MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 40'S
"In the place of the tumbal offering!" I scream in my heart.
I'm sure my analyst is right this time. And I believe that if I get to that place before the two of them, then I have a greater chance of saving my son and Riki.
For a few seconds I thought where the evil man's worship lay. I am talking with my mind.
"In the house, obviously not, according to Clara's husband. Next to the house, obviously not, because Mas Diki and I had already ransacked the place. In front of the house, it seems not, because there is only a gazebo there. So live two possible places, namely in the east of the house, and behind the house. It's good that I check east of this house, then if it's not there, I can go straight to the back of the house. I hope the man doesn't hold her in the bunker. That might be one of the reasons Mas Diki forbade me to ambush Clara's husband now. Because if it's true that he locked Nur in the bunker, of course, only that man knows his place and how to get there."
I pulled my husband's hand towards the front of the house.
"Where are we going, brother?" whispered Mas Diki.
I'm not saying. I kept pulling my husband's arm. This time he did not protest anymore. On one occasion, I whispered in his ear while walking slowly. I very carefully whispered to my husband, afraid to be heard by her husband Clara.
"Come, let's check the east side of this house, Mas," I said.
Mas Diki nodded slowly. We both continued our steps by keeping the tempo set so as not to be heard by the man. After some time, we both finally reached the front of the house. We were getting ready to go east of his house. Suddenly I remembered the spirit of Mr. Handoko who some time ago appeared right behind the wall in his household.
"Oh my God .. May the spirit of Mr. Handoko not appear again in this precarious state" I said in my heart.
My heart was beating strongly and irregularly. Sweat the size of a corn seed flows down my two temples. Taste was touching my chest. The murmur of blood flowed more and more as the scent of the ylang suddenly burst into my nose.
I walk in front. Diki was trailing behind me. I asked him like that because I was calmer walking in front. I feel protected by my husband.
We were almost at the east end of the old house. The ylang flowers are getting stung by me. I stopped the steps followed by my husband right at the end of the wall. And it was time for me to take a peek at the view behind the wall. Account had to do it slowly fearing that Clara and her husband would suddenly appear there.
"Bismilahrohmanirrohiiiiim ...,"
I ventured to peek at the view to the east of the house. And it turns out that in front there is a kind of garden space is also quite spacious. There was no Clara or her husband east of the house. Only crops, poultry cages, and fish ponds that have long been unkempt. There's a path to the back of this house.
"Thank God, I didn't see the horrible scene in the east of the house. Why is that smell getting stinging? And, why is my hair goosebumps all of a sudden? Yes Tuhaaaaan!!! What is this thing right behind this wall, white in color, sitting on a worn wooden chair. There is a bond at the top of it forming a flower bud. Holy jeez!!! It turned out that this thing in front of me was POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!!!"
"Tooooo-" my voice suddenly stopped as my mouth was smothered and my head was pulled from behind.
It turned out that the one who was smothering my mouth was my own husband, Mas Diki.
"Stttt!!! What was? Don't scream!" whispered my husband slowly.
"I-i-it's a-a-there's po-pocong!" I whispered quietly while pointing behind the wall.
Mas Diki poked his head behind the wall, to look at the place I pointed.
"There's nothing, brother!" lukewarm words slowly after checking the situation behind the wall.
"Let's check it out again, Mom. The pocong is sitting on a chair right behind this wall," I said still with fear.
"I checked everything, brother. There's nothing, really. You see it wrong most of all. Only a worn wooden chair was behind the wall" my husband replied with confidence.
"Tuuuuh ... Nothing, right?" my husband said again, pushing my head back against the wall. I closed my eyes when Mas Diki pushed my head back against the wall because I was still convinced, the pocong was there. Mas Diki then stuck his head right next to me. This time I opened my eyes. I look ahead a little bit down. Sure enough, the pocong with the shabby shroud was no longer there.
"Well, isn't there really a point?" said Mas Diki.
"I-i-yes, Mas," I replied believing him.
"Yes, maybe you saw it wrong" Mas Diki replied lightly.
"I'm most afraid of the pocong, Mas" I protested.
"Relax, don't be afraid. There's a mas, right?" answer Mas Diki.
"Yes, Mommy" I replied.
"Come, we immediately move to comb this place continue to the back of the house," said Mas Diki.
"Come, Mas!" my answer.
We also walked down the path in the east of the house while still slacking. We move and hide from the grass of the plants to the other plants. We continued to shuffle, until we arrived at the edge of the pool. We both peered around the fish pond through the gaps between the plants that were near us. We were both surprised because at the edge of the pool we saw someone sitting in a wheelchair watching the pool.
"Sir, there are people!" said husband.
"Yes, Mas. Gentlemen. What should we do?" my many.
"We look at the movements of the old fathers. What is he doing sitting there," replied Mas Diki.
"Yes, Mommy" I replied.
We watched the man closely from behind the plant.
"Dikc ... Dik ... the man moved his head," said my husband.
"Yes, Mas" I justify because I saw it too.
"Why is he going to do it, huh, brother?"
"Come, Mas. Let's just observe first,"
"Well, how do you think something's weird, brother?"
"What's so weird, Mom?"
"I-i-that's what you're trying to see!"
"Yes, Mom, I saw it. Why?"
"The man's head can go up to one hundred and eighty degrees, huh?"
"Ah, this Mas is making it up, wong he's just stretching, Mas,"
"What stretch, brother? Let's look carefully!"
I looked carefully at the fathers and my blood sighed.
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