Pickup Transportation
Part 37: Mess 5
From the morning Mr. Ari's wife prepared all the needs for the study after Magrib later, the food was almost finished, the time was still long, so it was likely that everything would be completed on time.
Some neighbors came to help since morning, Bi Iyem also came as usual, no one talked about yesterday's events, all just trying to focus on this event.
Mr. Ari will be allowed to go home from the office sooner, he said after Ashar Pak Ari will return from the office.
Akbar had been playing at Ilham's house since morning, Bu Ari told Akbar not to come home until picked up, if there is anything else, Bu Ari knew, if it is not his son, that is not his son, here many neighbors, surely the boy will not dare to show his Akbar form.
“Aduh!!!” Someone shouted in the toilet, Pak Ari's wife hurriedly ran to see the others.
“Bu, let me help you wake up.” Apparently a neighbor who helped fall in the bathroom, he fell in a state of sitting and holding a closet.
“Why, mom?” Mr. Ari's wife had helped the neighbor to sit in the television room adjacent to the bathroom where he had fallen.
“I slipped, the floor is slippery,” said the neighbor.
“Neither may be slippery, I brush the bathroom every day, the same morning of the afternoon really, whichever may be slippery.” Bi Iyem protest.
“Lah my wong fell, my time ngarang.” The neighbor was upset.
“Already, sorry ya bu.” Pak Ari's wife tried to make the atmosphere calm again, she membebri code on Bi Iyem not to respond again to the neighbor's speech. Bi Iyem turned a lip in annoyance.
“But ma'am, which makes me wonder, why I fit in, why the door feels so heavy when pushed.”
“That is, Bu?” Someone asked, Pak Ari's wife felt, must be the fake Akbar who made this neighbor wretch.
“Yes, so just as I push the bathroom door, it feels heavy, like something ... is struggling on that door.”
Huh!!! Some neighbors heard it.
“Bu, ask for help yes, we forget about the incident that happened just now, I will be responsible for the treatment of mother's feet, but I beg you to help me here yes, Mom, you all know, about this house, so I tried to hold a study so that this house is free from help.” His wife Pak Ari begged, all the neighboring mothers felt pity.
“Judah, Mom. Calm down, my feet are okay, I was shocked to fall, let us cook again.” The wretched mother said wisely.
“Oh yes one more Mom, if later see Akbar roaming here, do not ignore yes, because it is not Akbar, Akbar is at Ilham's house, I forbid him to go home until we pick up later.”
Everyone nodded, they understood what Akbar meant by that not.
They start cooking again, there are also fathers who help take out the sofa from the living room to the yard, because the living room will be held a carpet to sit cross-legged during later studies, the study will be followed by the fathers, while the mothers help prepare food only.
No time showed at six in the afternoon, already magrib, some neighbors have gone home to bathe and pray, only after that will come again to help, to help, Mr. Ari and his wife have prepared all the needs of the study, besek to be distributed when returning home later, drinks and wet cakes to be enjoyed during the study and sound system so that the sound of Mr. Ustad is heard to the page.
Akbar was still at Ilham's house, as Bu Ari said, Akbar told him not to go home first.
There were no significant disturbances throughout the day, the fake Akbar did not appear.
Pak Ari and his wife have finished praying, Pak Ari has been wearing a cocoa shirt for recitation, as well as Pak Ari's wife, has used a full robe with her hijab, because everyday, she said, istrin Pak Ari has not yet worn the hijab.
“Assalamualaiku.” Someone knocked on the door and gave a greeting, although the door was not closed and wide open, the guest was very polite and waiting for the house to welcome them.
“Pak Ustad has arrived, very quickly, others have not arrived, Sir.” Mr. Ari invited Mr. Ustad in, Mr. Ustada did not come alone.
“That's precisely Sir, I deliberately came early, there's something I want to talk about.” Mr. Ustad's face turned serious.
They sit cross-legged in a circle.
“Include Sir, this is Aditia, Alka, Jarni, Ganding and Hartino, they are from Jakarta. Those who will help me to ... clean this house.” Mr. Ustad said it carefully.
“Oh yes, I am Ari, this is my wife. Thank you for coming all the way. Thank you also sir, for calling people who can help me.” Mr. Ari looks hopeful, although in his heart he does not know whether the young people can help him, even the class of Mr. Ustad just need reinforcements, but they look very young.
“Aditia and her friends I did not call, instead we met on the street this morning, they were looking for this house and intended to clean it, before, honestly I refused to come and will find Ustad from a faraway Village, to want to come, because if the nearest Village would refuse to come here.”
“Oh so, Aditia already know about this house? are Aditia and these friends making a youtube show?” Naturally Mr. Ari thought they were just a group of young people who were looking for material for their youtube show.
“Not Sir, we only received trust from my father, he before he died leave this house to be helped cleaned, just relax sir, we are not content creator really, really, there is no filming-shutdown and we will not charge the slightest fee, this is purely because of my father's trust, all this time I postponed here because the house is still empty. But once I knew that this house turned out to be suddenly inhabited, we came straight here.”
“Had Aditia ever stayed here?”
“Good Aditia, thank you very much yes.”
“Did he often resemble the son of the Father?” Alka suddenly asked.
“Iya, yes right.” His wife Ari answered.
“Does the child look very shabby and dirty?” Alka asked again.
“Betul, right.” His wife Pak Ari started to believe in them a little, this was thanks to Alka's vision, once until this house she saw a series of events, but the child disappeared, like being able to feel the aura of 5 friends, she said, even since they landed a foot in this village, the boy disappeared, so there was no disturbance since noon.
Several neighbors began to come, including Mr. RT.
“Loh Stad, this morning he said can not.” Turns out it was true, Mr. Ustad was not willing to help.
“Iya, I brought reinforcements sir, hopefully it can be clean after this,” replied Ustad.
The study began, everything went smoothly, from the study, tausiah, to the division of besek, there was no interference at all, Pak Ari's wife also felt that the house air became more cool, and the, because it is usually hot and stuffy even though the AC is on even.
Neighbors one by one left the house, which lived only five friends and Mr. Ustad.
“We will stay, we will sleep in the living room, on this carpet only, tomorrow we will help clean the house, is it okay?” Aditia asked, come to think of it, the children of the rich, such as Jarni, Ganding and Hartino, never complained even when hunting, but they were used to a good life, but they were used to a good life, they even if they can choose to prefer to live with their adoptive brother in the cave in the middle of the forest.
“May-can, then that women sleep in Akbar's room only, let Akbar sleep in our room,” bargain Pak Ari.
“No need Sir, we are familiar.” Alka replied, because Jarni remained lazy to talk.
After helping some, finally night came, Akbar was picked up to go home, then the family of Pak Ari sleep, while five friends are still watching, they deliberately did not mark this house, and the family of Pak Ari slept, because their goal is the child who often resembles Akbar it.
Alka and Jarni were kept awake, while Adit and the others were asleep, they were tired.
“Alka and Jarni, if you want coffee or the make aja yes.” Pak Ari's wife said it and went to the kitchen, his wife Pak Ari wanted to get water for Akbar.
Not long after, Akbar is seen running towards his mother, Jarni and Alka back to focus on the guard.
Suddenly ten minutes later, Alka realized why Pak Ari and Akbar's wife did not return from the kitchen, because from the living room where they were sitting there was no visible kitchen, but it was seen if someone passed from the kitchen to the family room of Mr. Ari.
Alka felt that something was wrong for too long, because his wife Pak Ari had said she would take drinking water for Akbar.
Alka came to the kitchen and was shocked, Pak Ari's wife stared blankly in front of her hand.
While in front of him Akbar was already lying down, his stomach was bleeding, quite a lot.
“Adit!!” Alka shouted, as soon as his wife Pak Ari woke up and dropped a knife from his hand, Pak Ari came out because he heard Alka's cry, he trembled at the sight of his wife's hands covered in blood and when he saw Akbar was already lying covered in blood, he screamed.
Aditia and the others ran into the kitchen, closing Mr. Ari's mouth so as not to cause a commotion.
“Udah I guess, cepet in ambulance.” Alka ruled Aditia and Ganding. They quickly carried Akbar and took him to an ambulance, Aditia borrowed an ambulance from the mosque near her house to be taken to the cursed house. Alka had already gotten bad eyesight, but she did not expect, Akbar would be her victim.
“Pak Ari came running to the ambulance. While his wife Pak Ari is still hysterical, Jarni holds him so that he does not cause a commotion and make neighbors come, it can be dangerous, because this problem should not enter the realm of law, Pak Ari's wife will be punished, he said, he is under the influence of the devil.
“My messenger Ma'am, listen to me, Akbar will be fine, trust us, now come with us to the hospital, agree to whatever I say in the hospital later, if there is a Police, please, stick to the statement I will say later, understand?”Alka said very firmly, Pak Ari's wife was still upset and afraid that her son was wretched, she could not think of anything else.
“I didn't mean to stab Akbar, I meant to stab the demon boy!”
“Okay, tell me on the road yes, but when you come out later, the neighbors might ask, but I beg you not to answer anything, just shut up. Understood?!” Mr. Ari's wife nodded.
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Author's Note :
This is Aditia's father's trust written in his supernatural diary, there are still those who remember that his father Aditia had a book that wrote a story about a curious spirit that he always delivered and had not been able to deliver because he had to go home to THE ALMIGHTY.
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