The Angkara Murka
The Forty Eight Warrior Book
It turned out that Mr. Jerry took the right decision, because soon the fog covered the area was getting thick in a fast time without the residents of the housing was aware. Some of them will be trapped in the fog that slowly descends from the sky along with all the powerful evil air.
The mastery process has already begun.
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Mr. Agus when he returned home immediately told his wife about how ridiculous the explanation of Mr. Jerry who came suddenly to their housing complex was. Mr. Agus told me that Mr. Jerry went home to the speeding complex with his ragged sedan: the side and back doors had not been closed, even Mr. Norman's legs were still a quarter left outside the car.
This is an act that endangers everyone in the car. Especially inside, the passengers who left with Mr. Jerry before, came in a state of unconsciousness.
Worse yet, Mr. Jerry instead boasted that they saw a ghost. Before long, Mr. Jerry himself admitted that they met the young people of Pendekar Village who had been confirmed as thugs.
"Sir Jerry should be able to be honest, saying that they have been hacked or intercepted by people from Pendekar Village. Maybe because Mr. Jerry panicked, then there was an unwanted incident so that the problem was more runyam. Mr. Norman and Setya could have fainted because of the pranks. Once ‘kan better, than lying so as not to blame the citizens for being cowardly. All ghosts are carried around" explained Mr. Agus to his wife.
However, as with the solution offering he provided earlier, some residents decided to standby keeping the complex regardless of what it really was. Mr. Agus also immediately reached for a call to contact the police.
There was no phone or internet signal at all. Zero!
This thick fog may be the cause, thought Mr. Agus. There may be weather issues.
Mr. Agus' wife did not bother about this problem. He returned to the kitchen to cook breakfast.
The kitchen at Pak Agus' house is one of his wife's favorite areas, as well as his territory in the house. The kitchen was spacious, even approaching the breadth of the living room. Mr. Agus' wife likes to spend time in the kitchen to take care of cooking for family members. Sometimes, he could be there all day to prepare food.
Twelve years ago, the kitchen where Bu Agus cooked and prepared breakfast was a garden long unplanted. Right in the middle of the kitchen once there was a big tree growing up standing there.
Twelve years ago, a man had drifted a rope between his sturdy branches. Before long the man tied the rope to his neck and jerked his foot.
The man killed himself because he was in debt to pay for his garden which did not succeed in growing anything.
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A magical signal crept rapidly through the mist, opening the inner eyes of every citizen.
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Ms. Agus had just been to the kitchen when she saw that there was a body hanging from the ceiling of her kitchen. The figure is colored pinched and bare chest. His feet were not flared, black convulsions floundered not reaching the floor. His two glaring eyes looked sharply at Bu Agus.
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Mr. Agus laid his body on the bed. He did not intend to go back to sleep, just lying down.
Not one minute he threw his body on the bed, heard the hysterical scream of the wife.
Mr. Agus stopped when he saw his wife lying on the kitchen floor unconscious.
But before the shock and confusion disappeared, Mr. Agus felt a droplet of liquid from the ceiling to his head.
He looked up and saw someone hanging there. Blood came out of the mouth and the nose of the figure dripped on Mr. Agus' head.
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Early in the morning, the sun was poking clumsily behind this strange and unnatural thick fog. People say ghosts don't appear when the sun is shining. Then, what about the wife of Mr. RT who just saw his late mother, with her flagship negligee, sitting on the sofa, watching television this morning? Activities he did every day while he was alive.
Mr. RT's wife saw the back of his mother's head and back when he just came out of his bedroom. He can't be wrong. His mother was not more than a year ago, but once he saw that the figure that appeared suddenly was the one who gave birth to him first.
Mr. RT's wife can't say anything. Cold sweat flowed out as big as rice every grain of it.
But still he approached the figure sitting in front of the unlit television.
From the side, Mr. RT's wife can't really see the face of the mother even though she feels the characteristics of her mother's cold and the feelings and thoughts that are often said straightforwardly.
"Have you cooked breakfast for your husband, Dinda?" said the figure of his mother was still without looking at him.
Is this some kind of past recording of the mother's life before she died? Because this is a question that is often expressed by the mother while still alive. After the death of her husband, Adinda's father, Mr. RT's wife, her mother lived in this house with her husband and wife until her death.
Mr. RT's wife named Adinda could not really answer it. His heart and soul are floating between the past and reality. He's not sure this is real.
With all the courage between her confusion, Adinda kept saying, "Why is mom here?"
The figure was still staring at the television screen without the picture. She felt like the figure was smiling faintly, then replied, "You don't seem too happy that you've been in your house before."
"That's not what Dinda meant, ma'am. But, mother ‘kan already ...," Adinda doubt and gamam.
"Mom's not going anywhere, Dinda. Although I understand this is your home and your husband, but this sofa belongs to Mom," said the figure.
Adinda remembered that indeed the old sofa was brought by her late mother from her previous home. It can be said that the sofa never separated from the mother. His favorite television quiz and comedy shows always performed on the sofa, especially in the last days of his life where the mother began to have difficulty standing and had a weak body condition.
My sister is really at a loss for words. He tried to reply to the words of the surrealist figure but was not sure what to answer.
It was then that he saw the figure in his mother's form rise to his feet. His body was so tall that it touched the ceiling.
She opened her mouth wide in terror. His tears flowed profusely as the towering figure spun around looking at him. "Have I said, Dinda. It's Mom's couch!" loud exclaims a figure who has no face.