Room No.11B
Part. 72

Kuntilanak red.

The creature that makes the death of Mr. Grace unnatural, making the body of Mr. Grace sliced to be seen. Was that the same thing that came to my room last night? But according to Kemala's mother, all I saw was hallucinations. What was that creature that became an ally of Nek Iyah? I don't know, any creature that became an ally to Nek Iyah was certainly a very evil act. And according to the late Pak Rahmat who met me after crucifying the body of Mbak Wati, it is common knowledge that Nek Iyah does practice black magic and ally with the devil.

Kang Ujang did not continue the story, we chatted with Hendra the son of Mr. Rahmat. Hendra also told us the brother who came from Cirebon. They sat in groups, there were about six adult men, all wearing black shirts that were deliberately unbuttoned, and wearing jerseys. The stone rings are round in shape and the jumbo size adorns their fingers.

Hendra said, "Which I heard again from uncle, tonight they will perform a ritual of revenge on the red kuntilanak."

"They want to do a ritual where Dra is?" ask Kang Ujang.

"Well, if the place I don't know kang. Why is kang?" ask Hendra.

"Kang Ujang want to watch the ritual?" sambark.

"Hehehehe. Yes, I was curious as to what the ritual of the deck was. Who knows what's exciting, let alone want a battle." replied Kang Ujang.

"I think this is a magical battle of kang. Not an ordinary kayak battle, so it's likely that we can't see what they're fighting like." I added.

"Yes, I think so too. We are ordinary people who understand such supernatural things, yes." said Hendra. Kang Ujang just nodded.

The rain did not fall, but the moon was covered in clouds, it did not appear, the light seemed timid, it moved higher. The night was getting late, many residents who had already paid to go home. I'm still with Kang Ujang and Hendra. A group of Hendra family from Cirebon was still sitting in a circle, I don't know what they were talking about since. I think they're strategizing to defeat the red kuntilanak on a revenge mission.

"Dek Adi, is it tonight, is not going to college tomorrow?" ask Kang Ujang.

"Kang college, it just so happened to be noon. Be safe." I replied.

A moment after Kang Ujang asked, a group of men from Cirebon got up from his seat. Hendra woke up when he saw a group of men moving from his seat, then approached, there was a little conversation. Then the six men spread to every corner of the house, Hendra entered the house in a hurry. Me and Kang Ujang just watched without saying anything to each other. Before long Hendra came out carrying six yellow bamboo sticks wrapped in black cloth, and a black plastic bag.

Hendra distributed yellow bamboo to all the men who spread in every corner of the house. A black plastic bag held by a man wearing a necklace in the shape of a dark brown tasbih, may be the leader.

"Dek, it looks like they want to start" said Kang Ujang slightly whispering.

"Yes kang. Are we going home, huh? It doesn't feel good if we stay here." I reply.

"Yes right. Yuk, let's just go back to the deck." take Kang Ujang.

Residents who attended tahlil had indeed returned home all, only me and Kang Ujang, the rest were only some relatives and family of the late Pak Rahmat.

Kang Ujang called Hendra.

"Dra!"

Hendra approached us.

"I'm the same Adi said back home. It's late." said Kang Ujang.

"Oh yes, kang. Thanks for coming. God willing, tomorrow night there's more. Come yes kang, Bang Adi also come yes."

"Dek Adi dare to go home alone to the boarding house?" asked Kang Ujang, we walked side by side.

"Bare kang, why be afraid."

"When, come by sometime to my house. Replace, Dek Adi's coffee at my place." Kang Ujang offered.

"Oh can kang. Where is Kang Ujang's house?" my many.

"That's it, it looks that paint the walls cream color." point Kang Ujang to a tiny house right next to an empty garden. His house is not far from the house of the late Mr. Grace, only about fifty meters. The right side of Kang Ujang's house was blocked by a large tree.

"God willing, I will come to Kang Ujang's house sometime" I said.

"Yeah, I'm home ya kang." I said goodbye.

"Yes deck. If tomorrow you want to come to know at the house of Mr. Grace again, tell me yes." he replied.

"Byhurat!"

I also passed to the boarding house, I passed the downhill road, dark atmosphere. Suddenly, the wind blew. What was once calm trees, now the branches swayed in the wind. The dry leaves that fell on the ground flew, I walked while looking down. When he reached the boarding gate, the wind was still blowing. Some flower pots belonging to Nek Iyah fell. I ran towards the boarding room.

Arriving at the deserted courtyard, the wind still blew, rolling, once forming a vortex. I stood in front of the boarding door, stunned to see a light shining from the second floor of Nek Iyah's house. From a glass window covered in gordyn, the light swayed in orens, like a candlelight. Then the silhouette of the shaking hand was drawn from the gordyn.

"Aaaaaaaa.. eeeerrrhhhh.." then the sound of screaming and growling was heard from the second floor. I stood looking at him, once gulping.

A flash of white light snatched over the precarious house of Nek Iyah. Is there a magical battle going on right now? The cold suddenly felt like it was roaring my body. I opened the door, then closed it again. I peeked at this unusual phenomenon from behind the bedroom window. I saw the wind still violently swaying the branches of the trees. The hand silhouette on the second floor of Nek Iyah's house was still depicted, still shaking. I heard a few times moans. The cold came inside, seeping out from behind the slits of doors and windows.

Suddenly it was quiet.

The wind stopped, the branches began to sway slowly. The candlelight on the second floor was dim, slowly starting to go out. The cold is gone. Done already? Is the supernatural battle over?

Suddenly, I heard a pretty strong coughing sound. That's Nek Iyah's voice. Soon a noise appeared, like falling objects, and several times I heard things made of glass or sharding together, breaking.

It's over, hopefully the kuntilanak can be defeated by a group of Cirebon men. I closed the gordyn's end. I passed to the bathroom, ablaze and perform the isha prayer. Again seek the protection of the Creator.

Tonight really felt awkward, the phenomenon I witnessed was completely out of the ordinary. The wind that suddenly blew fiercely and formed a vortex, flashes of light danced over the precarious house of Nek Iyah.

Drizzle the speck down. Makes the mood more quiet. I lay down on the bed, and fell asleep. May the devil be defeated and destroyed forever.

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*) the author apologizes for using the Cirebon area as material for the story.Honestly there is no intention and purpose other than just for the development of the storyline. because everything written in this novel is just a fictitious story.

*thank you

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