New School Terror
Zafran House

Zafran entered the house that is often abandoned by parents. The area of the house can be almost as large as a school.

Soaring pillars, expensive antique furniture, large decorative lights, all the luxuries had promised her life from her birth.

Zafran never felt any economic hardship. Families are all great businessmen. Their snacks are playing stocks, different from the others.

Zafran the only child. Clearly more attention, the only son of the successor to the business.

Zafran's things are often possessed at school who know only aunts work at home. His parents don't know at all. Or do not have time to listen to silly stories that are even far from realistic.

Had they known, Zafran was not met with ustadz or a psychiatrist. He went straight to the VIP mental hospital.

Sane people are thought to be insane without a diagnosis. Where would Zafran want to be placed with a real madman.

His life is now in the middle of black and white. Real and supernatural beings can no longer be controlled by their eyes.

Zafran room is dominated by light blue with white cloud painting on the wall to make it more colorful.

Previously she liked monochrome, but her room was instantly reshuffled in colour to reduce fear.

Because of that damned school Zafran's life feels a burden. From the descendants of grandparents no one could see that.

Luckily Zafran met Jefri and Mira who have hereditary talents.

Advice from Jefri to strengthen the foundation of faith began Zafran to do. From being far from the word worship, since it is recommended more diligent prayer and njai he feels safer even though alone.

Before worship Zafran actually considered himself crazy until his aunt who worked at home almost contacted his parents.

Indeed the distance from Japan to Indonesia is not as close as Jakarta to Bekasi, but they heard Zafran on the verge of crazy distance as far as it can shrink.

"What do you want to eat, Zafran?"

"As long as it's edible, Bi."

Zafran sat waiting at the dinner table. His communication with Jefri was more frequent than that of his mother's father.

The aunt who used to make dishes for Zafran in the kitchen asked, "Where was that at school, all right, Son Zafran?"

"Yes that's it." Zafran replied.

Bi Sum, his full name is Suminah from Tegal. From his speech dialect is a typical medok of people there.

There is another Mr. Kim or Kimidri from Pekalongan. The two of them when they meet talk in Javanese.

Sometimes Zafran kepo they gibahin him or discuss the other. It was not without Zafran's knowledge that they were preaching.

"You're not possessed anymore, are you?"

"There's Jefri with Mira, Bi. I dare fight them."

"Good after all, son Zafran. Must be fought to win!"

"Can. Aunty wants to meet your friends."

While cooking, Bi Sum continued to chat in order to establish a good relationship with the employer's child.

To Bi Sum, Zafran was a good boy. He likes to help workers at home even though it is just a matter of free time.

Mr. Kim for example draining the pool water, Zafran sucked water while drinking tea. Play around in his spare time his name.

They all understand the activities of Zafran. He's the employer's son, since the move he hasn't had any friends. So the worker at home was invited to play with him.

"Indeed according to Nak Zafran, Mas Jefri and Mba Mira are the same person?"

Zafran flipped his phone then cleared his throat long enough to describe the two of them.

"Jefri is calm, not a lot of talk. He's talking a lot just fit more nasehatin people, Bi. Mira ... She's pretty, pretty cool, but kind of a coward."

"They're brother's sisters?"

"Cousin. Their father's sister, Bi."

"so."

"A lot of stories from them that I think are like 'huh? There is such a time in this day and age?' ."

"Friends that make you comfortable should be maintained, son. Honey if it's removed."

"What is Kim doing now?" Zafran asked the others.

"Udah went to musola with Mr. Mus, Mr. Tri, with Mr. Cas."

"Magrib is soon."

Mr. Mustofa, Mr. Trisno, and Mr. Casnoto are a triumvirate of different regions. Jakarta, Indramayu, Japan. From a far-flung city they meet here.

Actually, they take turns as security guards, drivers, and gardeners who are important for home affairs to be in order.

Musola is still in the yard of the house, located next to the garage of the vehicle.

Usually they pray there before continuing the work. After the prayer isya Zafran play chess with them on the terrace while coffee.

While no parent can be free.

Zafran's appetite is also not neko-neko. He ate heavy every day.

So if the parents come home he feels hungry just breakfast bread drink milk, go home school given tomato juice milk food brown rice given egg ceplok.

"Auntie forgot to tell you, son. Mom said to come home next month."

Kan, doom for Zafran.