Opung Tolu's
Tertubi attack

"Be careful, Dadar!” Togar.

“Sorry den.”

They arrived at the mental hospital at 07:00 WIB. Two officers greeted them, moving Ani into a wheelchair. Before Tolu hugged the older brother, he made sure again his pet genie really followed as Ani's companion.

“Kakak, quickly get well” whispered Tolu.

Togar finished all the administrative affairs, he paid dearly and asked for the best treatment for his brother-in-law. Tolu asks for a special escort nurse for Ani, she also gives Togar and home mobile numbers in case something happens to him. Three times turned his head to reverse the body, heavy to take off the brother. Togar embraces Tolu, leading his wife into the car. Tolu realized that not all witchcraft and the occult could help.

Before going home, routine shopping activities need to fill a black table in his private room. Togar was always patient to follow all the behavior of his wife. Traditional markets, sellers of subscriptions, regular ingredients, but there are different ones today. Tolu again asked for a buffalo that was immediately slaughtered with a part of the limb.

“What is the buffalo for?” ask Togar.

“Buy it, do you mind?” tolu asked with a cold face.

“No, I just asked dear” replied Togar with a smile.

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Sadam's baby fell asleep in a baby box. Today the mbok was busy pacing back and forth cleaning the house occasionally seeing Sadam. Today the house is very quiet, Mariam is not working because she is taking care of Sagala. In the kitchen, the mbok felt that someone was watching, he was terrified when a very cold foot touched his nape.

“Please do not disturb Mbah” said the grimacing mbok.

The fragrant aroma of onion sliced in the knife beyond the fragrance of cantile flowers pierces the nasal cavity. The next surprise was thrown at the shrill scream hit the heart.

“Arghh!” screams from behind the corner of the wall.

In another neighborhood

The figure of the red genie does not want to lose disturbing, he transformed into a figure bi Tuti walking settles closer. He patted the mbok on the shoulder, a red eye that could not be avoided looking for another look.

“Bi Tuti? Isn't aunt now with Tina?” ask the mbok.

The red genie just smiled, he spilled black blood liquid from the oral cavity. How surprised the mbok until he dropped touching the electric kettles burning his skin. The cry of Sadam's voice, the pain in the resistant of the burning skin. The sighting disappeared instantly in exchange for a strange sound from the roof of the house. Subsequent disturbances saw Sadam crawling over the ceiling of the house.

“Sadam?” said the mbok vibrating.

Sadam laughed out loud, he carried a moving knife as if preparing to stab himself. When the knife reached the chest, the apparition disappeared and the mbok was unconscious.

Tono leaned hysterically at the sight of the mother, she immediately lifted her into the room and sought help. When his footsteps had already stepped outside, a large red-eyed tall shadow figure saw him. Step back slowly, go back in while slamming the door.

“Bang! where's my food? ” the sound of strange creatures echoing.

“Who's there?” tono shouted vibrating.

The hands of the stairs creaked, the windows slammed in the strong wind blew away the strange window. He saw the figure of Sadam crawling closer to him. The red baby still looked blood-shaped along with a loud cry.

“Arggh! Arghh!” yell Tono.

Tono carried the mbok out of the house. He did not care anymore that the door of the house was still wide open as well as the gate that opened. After seeing Tono leave, two men walked in closing the gate. The eyes watching did not stop looking at the surroundings.

“How? Is it safe?” ask the skinny man aka Maman.

“Yes, he just walked out carrying the old lady without closing the door. Is this house worthless?” sahut fat guy the market thug.

“Entah, now we just brush the contents in it” said Maman.

Radius one meter before entering the room, fragrant aroma as fragrant as cantile flowers mixed with frankincense piercing the nasal cavity. The market thug turned his back for catching a black figure standing in front of the door. Only he saw it, Maman had already waltzed his kale in as if he could pierce through the creature he saw earlier.

“What? Come quickly enter before anyone sees us” take Maman.

Noticing that the shadow had disappeared, slowly the thug came back in. The door closed slammed by itself. Maman was reluctant to care about all the strange things that happened in the house, he could not bear to take precious objects that were displayed on the table and in the ornamental cabinets. Two large bags of cloth he had prepared to enter the valuable objects he had stolen.

“It's enough, let's just go. Something is wrong with this house” whispered the thug.

“Ah! You're usually the bravest to face anything. Why is your guts so small now?” ask Maman.

The sound of the baby crying they heard from the top level made Maman curious to see who was inside the house. He pulled out a folding knife preparing to eliminate the person.

“Do not! Our goal here is not to kill!” said the thug.

“Hey you didn't hear it? There must be someone else inside this house besides the crying baby it” Maman said.

Plaque, plaque. Claps. (The sound of teklek sandals is heard pacing from the top of the attic).

The two hid, they split towards the other room. Maman seemed to be challenging the danger. He crept up the stairs, a step right in front of the iron-clad door. In his view, the door was made of a magnificent and beautiful golden layer. His hand touched the doorknob, as if it could be easily opened. With a big smile on his face, he thought he was getting a crumbling durian or a golden rain today.

“I'm rich!” he muttered and then went inside.

Ctek (door closed).

To his surprise he saw the room, the eyeball spasm as well as the veins and bones of the supplies. Strange objects, incense, hanging skull heads and stuffing offerings on black cloth. Black smoke billowed, the figure of a smiling red jinn apparition dripping mucus into his hands.

“Argh! Argh!” scream Maman.

He could not get out, the iron door locked until it disappeared without a trace.

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Along the way home due to his unfocused Dadar driving, he hit a passing motorcyclist. Togarpun got out of the car and checked Tolu as well. A man of that age swung his hand at him, Togar swiftly brushed aside to avenge the attack. Tolu broke up the quarrel, his cold hands holding the bodies of the two.

“Crazy, so strong is this woman!” muttered the man.

“Unang songoni . Ho ndang pangodanghon parkaro ni on (Don't do that, you don't add to this)” Tolu said in his special sharp tone.

The man only looks scuffed, the motorbike that was nudged only scratched a little. Dadar repeatedly apologized to him. Seeing that the man still looked angry, Dadar bent his knees in motion would prostrate. Tolu gets in the way, he asks for the omelette back into the car.

“Already sir, don't you like that. Let me and Togar take care of it” he said.

“Thank you so much non, forgive me” he said full of guilt.

Togar gave a check to the man. Without saying anything he ran his motorcycle and left. Tolu saw the scent he had once felt somewhere, the peculiarity of the man as if deliberately taking a chance to see them.

“Who is he?” tolu gumam.

Maman hiding at the table, he crawled to the other side. He heard the screams of his friend. Confused, chaotic thoughts along with the gripping air spread disturbingly showing the appearance of the figure of a subtle creature looking at it in the corner of the wall. Getting closer to flying spread a black cloth wrapped around the body of the thug.

“Argh! Forgive me! Don't kill me!” yell at the thug.

A stinging stench, the black cloth tightly bound itself. Inside he was out of breath until he collapsed. While other figures who came flying flew scattering flocking around. They are after pure human air, brutally the creatures suck the air of the thug. Elsewhere, Maman is battered in a red jinn. The last attack that will be launched by the genie is sucking blood from the veins. Maman who could not stand the torment and disturbance of the creature ran free-fall out the window.

Prang (Sound of broken window glass).

The man was killed instantly, his body state looked terrible.