Pickup Transportation
Section 335: Proud 13
“When, I believed that what my neighbor said was true, a child could be controlled with just a special drink. I gave my son that milk coffee, I thought I was drinking it for good, but I was wrong. Turns out I gave him poison.” His mother Bagus began to explain sobbing.
“Continue.” Aditia says.
“I get the material, he said the milk coffee was indeed enchanted to control delinquency or deviation in a child, the smaller the child, the better. Because if from childhood the child has been controlled by his delinquency, he will become a proud child.
At first I thought that milk coffee was bringing a change to Good, he became a much more active child than usual, he always locked himself in the room before, he said, his behavior was too gentle to be considered a boy.
We were afraid that he would be a deviant child if he was left alone, so when he finally changed, we were very happy, because we thought Good would change for the better.
But we were wrong, it was good to change but everything was overkill, he became very fond of playing football, forcing himself, exhausted and eventually fell ill.
We who at that time felt awkward, covered by fear if later Good will be a child that makes us embarrassed, then we just ignore, all the things we think are awkward.”
“What are those awkward behaviors?” ask Aditia.
“One of them, he was always scared, whatever scared him, once he said that there was a very terrible child taking him out of the house at night, I think he's exhausted so I don't.
Although sometimes I feel like there is someone else in the house, sometimes I feel like when the house is empty, there is someone watching me, but I think it's just my mind.
Until ...”
“Up to what?” Aditia asked curiously, as did the others.
“Until finally on that night, the night that Good last woke up, I had a dream. The dream was so horrible.
I saw my son being carried away by a terrible little boy, his whole body blackened, his face shattered and the boy pulled Good by force.
I screamed, called out to him, I ran after him, I didn't want to until Good was actually taken away.
When I was able to reach it, I pulled Good with all my might, but darling, the monstrous child power that brought him was very strong. To the point that I can't protect my son.
Nice to be pulled out of the house without opening the door, they broke through the door, I was hysterical because I couldn't open the door of the house back then, I just saw my son disappear, my son who is very obedient and good it.” His mother looked at Nice's face sadly.
“Then after?” Aditia asked her mother Good to continue her story again.
“After that night, Nice did not wake up again, we brought to this hospital, but not found any pain, Good just like falling asleep, good, we've gone to various alternatives that he says can cure this kind of disease, but no one can wake him up, while I try to go to the shaman again, I think back then, I think, maybe he can help, I don't think at all that the shaman was the cause of the good coma.
I was really unsuspecting at the shaman, I was looking for a neighbor who had driven me there, but no one knew the neighbor, he said, I mentioned his name and features but absolutely no one knew him at all.
I ended up looking for the shaman's own house, strange, I forgot where the shaman's house was, I kept trying to remember it, but still did not meet. I was desperate, while our family was starting to fall apart, everyone was at a loss as to why Good could be such a strange pain. His medical report was good there was nothing wrong with his body at all.
Until finally the man came, his name was Mulyana, he asked us to take good care of Bagus in this hospital, Nice should not be out of this room at all, he said, we are also prohibited from meeting any shaman or any alternative practitioner, because it would harm Good.
Mulyana told me that .. Good's soul was taken away, but Good was still lucky because he was in a coma, instead of ... died.” His mother was crying again.
“Pak Mulyana your boss right?” His father Good reminded again, something that lies in fact, not entirely lies, because Mulyana is indeed their leader in the case of supernatural.
“Iya true.”
“Mulyana said that Bagus had drunk the potion that had been used, the purpose was to bring the soul of Bagus, but he did not know to be flanked by that soul. Mulyana used to come back a lot, make sure no one harmed Good anymore, we didn't know what or who was after our son, but Mulyana said, they were invisible, but very dangerous, it's good that you can't get out of this room at all, whoever is a Doctor or a Nurse, you'll never ask Good to come out, if anyone asks us to do that, you know, we must firmly refuse, because he said, Mulyana has already made sure that, no one will ask Good to do that.”
“Bapak is dead, so he can not come here, we will continue his struggle, we will find a way to get the shaman to meet.”
“Yes, the shaman was the cause, Mulyana said that if not our only child who became a victim, but we were lucky, Good still breathing despite coma.” His father continued again with a sad face.
“Can I approach?” Alka asks for permission to approach Bagus, Alka asks Aditia to come along, while Ganding and Jarni try to distract her parents Good after getting permission, as Ganding knows, and the, if Alka was to get a projection from Bagus' empty body. While Aditia is needed to protect Alka, fearing that Alka is interested too far, Alka is worried, this person is not an ordinary shaman, shamans with low knowledge will not be able to carry the spirit of children as much.
Alka held the hand of Bagus, while Aditia held the hand of Alka. They both look into the eyes.
“Good ...” Alka called out to Bagus, certainly inaudible, because Alka called out to him in the space where body and soul are connected. Even if it has escaped from the body, every soul can still be called, as long as the body is alive, called but cannot be withdrawn, only communication through supernatural means can be done, he said, but it could be that it helps to track the whereabouts of the soul, that sort of communication with the landline, that the plane of the phone is the body that provides the means to communicate, then the phone line is Alka who becomes the connection between the caller and who receives the phone, while the receiver of the phone is a good soul who is somewhere, only to the extent that they can communicate. It would be good to hear Alka's voice because Alka was holding onto Good's body to communicate with her soul somewhere.
“Good ...” Alka called back.
On the fifth call there was finally an answer, a crying child.
“Good, what is you?” Alka called.
“Who are you?” There was an answer, Alka could not see the body but could hear its voice.
“This is good Alka, I was told by your parents to call you back.”
“My parents? My mom and dad? Do they still love me?” Questions that cut the heart
“Of course, they keep your body alive, because they already know and understand, your soul off body.
“Lies, said my friends my father and my mother are evil, they do not want me, so they sent me here.”
“Friends? Are your friends the same age as you?” Alka asked again.
“Not the same age, but all are still children, most big brother Ani.”
“Anni! You know him?” Alka shouted with enthusiasm.
“Yes, she's the best, I don't like it here, I want to meet my mom, but she says my mom doesn't want me at home.”
“Good listen brother, you can explain no, where are you?” Alka asked the point.
“I'm home Mbah.”
“Mbah? Mbah who?”
“Mbah ... I have to go! I can't talk, later they'll torture me again because I don't want to obey them, I have to go.” Silent, Alka returned to her body.
“You heard it Dit?” Alka asked.
“Yes, I saw you talking to the boy, I was right behind you earlier.” Aditia answered.
“I know how to track them Dit, I know, we have to get to headquarters, we have something to do.” Alka and everyone finally paid their respects to the Good parents.
Alka looked very hasty, apparently she had already obtained a path that could bring them closer to the shaman.