Monkey School
Mati

Enter into the housing that is located almost close to the direction of the city center. Bejeweled trees, lush flower plants make the place look shady. In front was a woman hanging clothes. He approached a friendly smile, without waiting for what needs to be done to his guests. The woman allowed him to sit on the porch, Bona replied with a smile asking their intentions and goals politely.

However, Bona sees the old woman's eyeballs heading to Lilia. He nodded his head towards Lilia helping to pull out a chair for her. “Please__”

It was not just one chair that only Lilia was sitting on. The woman's weirdness was pulling another empty chair. The fragrance of the perfume she wore was typical of jasmine flowers. But, in her tucked hair there are several buds of jasmine flowers.

“Excuse me grandma, this is her house bu Nana?” bona asked watching his strange gurgle.

“Oh mistress just went non. Just wait, aunty will prepare a drink to the back.”

“Nevent need to thank” replied Lilia.

“It's okay__”

No one knew that Nana was asleep in the middle of feeling that her wounds were not healing. Wound widens foul smell, stiff hands can not hold heavy objects. The bite of a demon at that time turned his world pitch-black. Every night Nana's mom has nightmares. She sometimes cried alone after peeling off the part of the wound on her skin.

The woman who was considered a homeworker by the group of teachers went inside. Closing the door came the sound of screaming from inside.

“Bi, aunty okay?” call Lilia from the outside.

He rotates sitting in a chair, entering the house without approval that has a house is just like a thief. “Another ten minutes he does not come out then I will invite the parents of the teachers to look into” he murmured.

Five minutes later the old woman brought two handsome men. One in the right hand contains several drinks and the other in the left hand there are several dinner plates. Mr. Limin saw the food provided was very appetizing. Taking one chafing, he scoops the chicken noodles. Lahapan chewed up without hesitation eating wet cakes neatly arranged on a bamboo basket covered with banana leaves.

“It is characterized by a special tradition once. You just try Mr. Dimas” said limin continue chewing.

“Ya right sir it feels right on tongue” replied the young teacher.

They finish off dishes, drinks that are sipped like they have not quenched thirst. The guests saw people passing by watching them. Pak Limin's call was answered by the indifference of one of the neighbors who immediately slammed the door. “Any once people here” murmured.

“Uhuk! Hueekk!” nana's voice came from inside the house.

“Mother and I heard? There is the sound of Nana bu inside Rumah” said Mr. Wala.

“Maybe it's like bu” said Mr. Geha who started not calm.

The sound of the door shaking sounded strong. Everyone was silent to see who opened it. The pale-faced Ms. Nana walked limply looking at them. His hair was disheveled, the wound on his hand looked rotting. The stinging smell, unconsciously Bona fanned his nose with banana leaves leftover food.

The eight teachers were shocked to see Nana's appearance being so much different.

Sound, expression and limp movements were helpless. Sitting in search of an empty chair, he saw the guests finished enjoying the food and drinks.

“Message from warung mana sir. Ma? Sorry I just woke up” he said again while scratching his wound.

“We're being served by a mother's domestic worker. The cuisine is delicious once until the dishes are clean, there is no leftover food.”

“Sorry Mr. Geha, but I have no homeworkers. I just moved here, my husband is off the island while my – kids are with his grandmother in another city.”

To their surprise, all the available unseen dishes began to make nausea. Mr. Geha spewed worms mixed with black blood. Another teacher's vomit forcefully pressed each stomach until Bona screamed to see a strange figure on the table. She screamed in fear, running to the part of the trees behind the house.

“Pak Geha! Where to?” mr. Wala and the others chased.

Lilia, Bana and Lele are arrested so as not to pursue. Mr. Dimas borrowed a flashlight because he saw a strange sky that turned dark. “Please grab on the kitchen shelf yes pak” said Nana.

Dimas's feet in hairy hands. He fell to the forehead hit the floor, feet on the ground standing up grabbing the drawer handles pulled one by one looking for the flashlight. “Me!” muttered.

Hitting his banged forehead, Dimas opened the back door running into the trees. Calling out invisible teachers at all. He stopped hiding in the bushes and turned off the flashlight. The figure of the great Ape walked similar to the way of man. The sound of an enlarged monkey attracted one of the teachers who screamed for help. Mr. Wala was dragged, his body injured by rocks, twigs and branches of wood. Dimas followed to the front of the monkey gate, into the area filled with monkeys.

“Don't until I die young just because of a vicious monkey so-this incident” his murmur settles to find a way so that he is not seen.

Standing behind a large tree, he saw a small child tied up using an iron chain. On the right and left are two monkeys guarding it. Dimas did not carry any weapons, had not caught the demons just a fortune to him.

“Where did the monkey bring Mr Wala?” his mind goes to the other side.

The sound of a dry twig footing, a monkey gawking jumped from one tree to another. Little more Dimas' existence was known by him. Seeing Dimas in the grave up to the neck. Dimas look for shovels, hoes or anything that can dig the ground.

“Sstthh don't make a sound sir!” he said low-pitched.

He dug beside imagining the fear that the great monkey had come and buried him. Successfully remove Liman from the ground. They stopped in front of the statue bathed in blood. Liman's mouth was firmly closed by Diman when he was about to shout. The monkey's tail is bigger. He lashed his chest hard because his stool came out of the grip.

The two men were still hiding, watching the crowd of monkeys gather. The interaction of ways of communicating is similar to that of humans. In their hands were iron chains and knives.

There are in the nest of monkeys, they are on the incar and look like monkeys like the figure of a creature that is looking for prey. Dimas said his body with the ground. The whole body that leaves the ears, nose, eyes and mouth. He's looking around for monkey shit using a flashlight.

“For what? Why are you soiling your body, sir?”

“Quick dad wipe the body of the father if you want to be safe out of here” whispered.