Monkey School
In another realm
Galang noticed the passengers staring forward motion rigid not moving. The passenger sitting nearby moved his head, turning around revealing a flat smile. Her tears shed blood. Frightened to switch seats to some of the back seats. However, seeing the driver's kernet asking for rent to the passengers. Galang hid under the chair because he did not bring any money.
Successfully hide away from the kernet. When the bus door opened he ran out. The weirdness of seeing the atmosphere of the night showed no one passing by. He walked around like someone saw him. Red-eye light, creepy sound and strong wind.
“Dad! My father is scared! After fainting I saw ghosts more often. Dad, I'm leaving the house today. Mom always gets angry at me.”
He told me in front of his father's grave. Seeing a crawling figure let out a droplet of mucus. The figure had his legs tipped upwards approaching him. Terrified, he ran in a mess. Remembering the direction of the road to his father's friend's house. The location of the house in front of an outdated photo assures the address to which it is headed.
Ting tong's. (Bell sounds)
Beside the house, many owls were flying. Lightning blared, power went out when one of the men opened the door. His face was creepy, Galang screamed back and forth. The man pulled the strap of his bag.
“Hey, hey, sister find who?”
Hearing the human voice, Galang stopped hysterically. I saw a similar man in the photo. He welcomed the friendly Galang. His smile was so wide that he showed his teeth pure white. His father's friend Galang named Mr. Galang was happy to see his arrival.
“Uncle Doni? I Galang om, my son Mr. Damar.”
“Oh nak Galang is big now. You alone? Let's go in.”
“Bu, this is Galang. His daughter's father in college first.”
“Hei Galang, here eat together. I am aunty Masika, you stay here tonight yes”
“Thanks om, aunt.”
Two twins, wearing the same dress. They both smiled waving their hands. Enjoy a meal with laughter. Ms. Masika cut each piece into the plates of her two children, the galang and her husband. Occasionally do a joke of laughter, the atmosphere is more crowded to hear the news of a picnic tour together next week.
“Dad wants us to picnic wearing clothes together. You can play at the beach!"
“Asik, thanks dad. Ibu” both twins hug them .
The warmth created in the family is different from the atmosphere of his house that every day heats up. Mother and child who never get along. Every day his mother was busy. After dinner was over, Om Doni drove him to the room.
“Wah, huge room om. Complete many toys. Galang can stay here a few days yes om.”
“You can freely stay here. Consider it your own home yes.”
Masika went inside to bring her a glass of warm milk. He cried after spending a gulp to the last drop. If his mother was as warm as Masika's mother, surely she would not have run away from home.
Inside the late, Galang woke up hearing a noise from outside. There was a granny wearing a kebaya and a sarong. There's a konde stitch in between the bun. He placed a large container containing grilled chicken food on it. There are colorful flowers and some eggs. Since the grandmother saw it, she quickly closed the curtain running into the blanket.
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“Kakak if night never open door”
“Yes right, whatever happens stays hidden in the room!”
Their words made him even more frightened.
Galang ran to hold his sore leg. He locked the door, got inside the blanket more tightly at the corner of the wall. Terrible figure scraping window glass. Galang closed his ears, he was ready to run knocking on Mr. Doni's room door. All night in full of distractions, Galang opened his eyes to see the eight o'clock hand. He exited the room down the stairs. It looks like Mr. Doni's big family is gathered there. Mr. Doni was busy reading the newspaper while Mr. Masika was embroidery, there was a pile of red thread beside him.
“Eh no nak Galang. How's sleep?”
“Nggg__yuduk kok om.”
“Oh yes we eat yuk” take bu Masika.
In the dining room, the same dish menu is served on it. Roast chicken, boiled eggs and the same dish. The most surprising thing was the word of the picnic together they planned. The same laughter, grinning smiles and the twin clothes they were wearing. Galang's suspicions when Doni escorted him to the room. Masika gave her a glass of milk. Seeing the two leave, Galang opened the window. He jumped out to see an old woman putting down things he had seen last night.
Galang ran inside, in the living room there was a scream. Horrible figures came out from the walls. He ran to the room and locked the door. He woke up, looking at the short hour hand of the number eight.
This time he did not say hello to Doni. He looked at the wall of another room. Om Doni is like looking at newspapers that have no writing. He estimated that soon Doni would greet him and Masika ma invited him to eat.
Exactly as he imagined. The menu on the table looks like a dish that an old woman puts in front of their house. Leaving the dining table running out. He stopped at one of the trees in the garden.
“Excuse me sir, do you know what time the bus at the front stop stops?” ask Galang.
The man who was playing the phone didn't care. Galang asked the woman standing by the roadside, but she did not see Galang or answer his question. The look shifted to see a girl looking at him.
“Hey, what's up with everyone. I don't want to answer my question anyway. You know what time the bus stops. Not usually the old bus comes.”
“Who are you? Where is your home?”
“Oh yes we have not known ya. I'm Galang. My home on the road basil city X.”
“I Caya. It's getting late, you're staying at my house. Tomorrow I'll take you home.”
Caya's house is a few distances from Doni's house. She lives with her grandmother. The look on her grandmother's face that she remembers always puts food, eggs and flowers in front of Doni's house.
“Nek knows this Caya friend his name is Galang.”
The granny's smile invited Galang to the room they provided.