The Dark World
Ojek Occult

...SUPERNATURAL OJEK...

...Author by: David Khanz...

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When it was almost half-eleven at night, I was still sitting glued to the bench of the ojek base with the motor parked in front, waiting for passengers. Thirty more minutes will usually get a customer, a worker who goes home s. Good for the capital to buy fuel mengojek tomorrow as usual. This is the second week I took a job as a motorcycle taxi driver, in a new village we lived in by occupying a small and cheap rented house, while looking for other business land.

I sucked deeply into the last cigarette that had accompanied the silence and cold. Alone under the dimness of the little lights, hanging above the ceiling of the post where we used to hang out. Other colleagues have long said goodbye one by one, retreat together with their families.

"Bang, ojek .... " One voice surprised me from the side. A young, beautiful woman, wearing a kebaya dress complete with a sprinkling of colorful dazzling facial makeup.

"Yes, Neng .. uh Ma'am," I replied with a sigh while throwing a cigarette that was short and stinging between the fingers. "Where are you going, Mommy?"

The woman smiled. "Go west, I'll tell you the route."

I glanced at him for a moment, before turning on the motor. "This document .. abis from the condition or .... " Willfully not continue, let him answer himself. It could be a sinden or a ronggeng dancer, maybe.

"Yes, Bang, I went home last night" said the woman, taking a seat behind me. A tight bandage of batik cloth wrapped around the lower part of the body, a little troublesome when about to put his right foot on the motor footing. Inevitably he had to lift the ends of the cloth and pull up to the middle of the knee.

"Mulus ..." I said in my heart, after a glimpse of the calf being revealed.

"Are you ready, Mommy?" askaku ensure the safety of passengers who have been sitting docked in the back.

"Already, Bang," he replied in a soft voice. "Day't speed too much, yeah, Bang. I don't wear a jacket."

"Oh, ready, Ma'am," I said as I pulled the accelerator slowly. Then drove away from the increasingly quiet ojek base post.

Along the way, there weren't many conversations we had. Only occasionally did he make a sound. This is also to show the direction of the road that must be passed. Honestly, since it's still completely new, not so much of this area that I know of. Including the place where the woman lived.

"Waduh ... "I cried in the middle of the trip.

"Why, Bang?" ask her in the back.

I looked up at the sky for a moment. "Germist, Ma'am."

Right, the water droplets have started to hit the face. Cold mixed with freezing night air.

"Speed up a little bit, Bang. Fear of rain." There was a tinge of worry in the voice of the woman.

"Good, Ma'am. It's still far, huh?" tanyaku ventured to make sure the curiosity that stuck since earlier.

"A little while back, really, Bang," he answered again. "After the right turn in front, my house is not far from there."

I breathed a sigh of relief, for in a moment this journey would end soon. It means there's still another chance to taxi, drive the chiff workers home last night. But the rain is getting closer.

"Right turn, go to my yard straight, yeah, Bang." The woman directed.

A house that is not too big with beautiful yards, and decorated with beautiful colorful garden lights. Along with the wheel brake handle that I pressed, suddenly the sky completely shed its cry from the moment it was stuck. Forced, immediately parked the motorbike and followed the steps of women entering the front porch.

"Shut it down for a second, huh, Mommy?" I was a bit hesitant to stand a little far from where he was while wagging the remaining rain water that had soaked the jacket.

"Inside only, Bang. It's cold out here." The woman let me in as soon as the house door was wide open.

Just looking at the house that looked simple, I shook my head. "Thank you, Ma'am. I'm just here, deh."

There is a bad taste if you have to go inside with the young woman. Worry raises questions and talk of people around, especially neighbors.

A neighbor? Ah, I don't see any other houses around, except for the place where it is currently. Maybe ... ah, it's getting less and less because of the contents of this head.

"Come in, Bang, while waiting for the rain to stop" said the woman back in the doorway. " ... or will I make you some coffee?"

I turned around for a while, then replied, "Thank you, Ma'am. Don't bother. I'm outside, deh. Hehe."

He's still standing looking at me. "Worry, huh?" He smiled knot.

"What worries, huh, Ma'am?" I'm getting confused, but obviously, the cost of his motorcycle hasn't been paid.

"I'm alone, really, here" he added later. "Don't worry about anything happening."

Suddenly I turned, looking at the woman for longer. "That means nothing happened ... how, Ma'am?"

He smiled and replied, "If it's just a ride in the shade, no problem, really, Bang. The rain is still heavy and may be long overdue .... "

I didn't reply, but if you just sit inside and enjoy a cup of hot coffee, it might be okay. Besides, I just had a fight with my own wife this afternoon. Ordinary, trivial matters of household financial matters. This annoyance still persists until now.

Going home later than usual, I can make a reason so that the wife can better understand the meaning of a word to appreciate a husband. Uh, what's the connection, huh? I don't know, but suddenly it was difficult not to disappoint the young woman's offer, go into the house and enjoy coffee.

"Please enjoy, Bang." The young woman offered me a cup of coffee, as soon as I sat on the soft chair.

"Thank you, yes, Ma'am." I smiled as I greeted the dinner. "Oh, yes ..I am a new resident of this village. So sorry, if all the way we asked a lot."

The woman sat facing. Looking at me carefully, accompanied by her unceasing smile. "Yes, I know that. That's why I said earlier, on the way I told you the route, right?"

I'm nodding.

He said, "Oh, yes ... introduce, Bang, my name is Ayu."

"I'm Ferdi, Ma'am," I replied with slightly heavy eyes. Suddenly sleepiness began to attack. I just sipped a cup of coffee. Uh!

"I live alone here, Bang." He started telling stories. "This house is the legacy of both my parents."

"Oohhm .... " I'm getting less and less able to resist the sleepiness that's getting whackier. Several times this view had to be thrown away, as soon as the eyes of the beautiful young woman stared fixedly. The white and smooth calf was again beautifully revealed as its legs were spilled out. Ah, this fuck?

Actually want to ask further, such as about the neighbors around the house, but I said it. These eyes really can't be compromised. To not focus on listening to the beautiful voice of the woman telling her about herself. Until then, I also did not realize to fall asleep on the chair, still with the condition of half-drenched clothes former rain.

Vaporizing for a while, I opened my eyes slowly. Staring at a foreign face in the morning sun.

"Yes, God!" I got up while wailing. "Where is this?"

The figure was looking at me deeply. "Did you sleep all night here?"

I looked towards the foreign figure. A young man was still standing at the side. "Who are you?"

He smiled for a moment. "I'm a citizen of this village, Bang. Again weed and happened to pass by. I see Brother lying here. I thought you fainted or what, then?"

I swept the view around. A large area full of grass overgrown with weeds, as well as several mounds of earth decorated with rocks and frangipani tree trunks planted on it.

"Why am I here?" I started to shudder in fear. How not? Suddenly my eyes were fixed on a square plank that stuck right at the end of the mound beside me. "Neaz Ayu?" The sound of writing there.

"Don't sleep here from all night?" The young figure asked again with a look of astonishment.

"I don't know!" I answered while getting up and away from the mound of the tomb earlier. "Who is Nyimas Ayu?"

"She's a beautiful girl and this village, Bang. Died a few months ago from suicide" replied the young figure.

"Killed yourself?" hiss seemed to disbelieve.

"Yes, suicide because of the death of her lover, shortly before the wedding they will be titled."

"Yes, God!" I'm kinked. "How can you?"

"The story is, they are lovers who are getting married soon. The morning before the ijab kabul event was held, the groom's entourage had an accident in the middle of the road. The bridegroom died at the scene. Apparently the incident was not acceptable by the bride, Nyimas Ayu. Then he hanged himself in his room .. " said the man.

Tragic, but how could I have met her dead figure last night?

"Abang itself how can you get here?" tanyanya.

I turned my head after all this while staring at the old grave headstone in front. "I just drove a female passenger into a house. He claimed to be only named Ayu. Anyway, it was raining all night and I was just hitchhiking in that house. Unconsciously overslept and this morning I .... "

Suddenly I want to go home. Maybe from all night the wife waited anxiously.

Yeah, correct. It was indeed dizzy to linger in such a strange place like this. It doesn't make any sense at all.

"I'm sorry to go home first, yes, Mas .. "I experienced the figure of the man. "Sorry, who is this with, huh?"

"Aryan."

"Alright, Mas Arya, I'll go home first."

Soon I hunted the parked motorcycle from last night, not far from where it is currently. Then drive as fast as possible towards home.

"Where did you go all night, anyway?" That's the word that comes from the lips of the wife as soon as she arrives home. "Abang if you're angry don't be like that, Bang. I'm worried about waiting for Brother."

"Semalem rained heavily, Neng. Brother numpang shady in the house temen ampe sleep," I reply after parking the motor in front of the house, certainly without telling the real events last night.

"Don't lie, please. What rain is trying to be?" Wife whining.

"Emang semalem rain, Neng. Brother abis nganter passenger. Just want to go back, it rained really hard."

"Where are you going?"

"Yes, it's still around this village."

"Squeaky. Time, anyway, could it rain some? It doesn't rain at all."

"Don't know, ah, Neng. My brother is confused." I was about to rush into the house, but was arrested by the wife. "Otherwise, Neng?"

"So early this morning there was a man who made money for my brother" my wife said, handing me some red banknotes.

"What money, Neng?" I'm getting confused.

"Don't know, Bang. Just said the man earlier, he forgot his future wife had not paid the cost of the Ojek Abang. That's why we're being brought here."

"Woman-to-be men how? Ngaco, uh." I immediately remembered the figure of Ayu who died horribly, as told by the young man in the graveyard area this morning. "Eh, did you know that guy?"

"Yes, no, Bang. He just tipped a message, this money loves you, brother. The reason is because his girlfriend forgot not to pay the cost of the motorcycle." Wife speaks. "It's not wrong, the man was named ... Aryan."

"Aryan?"

"Anything familiar?"

I shook my head. The name is exactly the same as the man who was found earlier in the cemetery, then the lover Nyimas Ayu who died? Who is Arya who early in the morning deliver the fare to the house. What figure or just a mere coincidence factor?

Ah, I'm so dizzy. A series of stories full of mystery and absurd. But since that incident, suddenly my motorcycle service business is getting better selling like never before. Almost every day there are always a lot of passengers. Of course, it directly affects the family's economic income. Strangely, it was not experienced by other colleagues seprofesi.

"Now, why do you rarely hang out at the ojek base, Fer?" ask one of my ojek friends.

"Yes, ngojeklah. Just like you," I replied while calculating the results of the effort that had exceeded the expectations of that day.

"What ngojek? The day I saw you, you were just pacing the streets of prayer. Ngojek what are you trying?" My friend scratched his suddenly itchy head.

"Well, here's proof I've got the money. Every day I use my services. That's why they rarely hang out at the base." I showed him a lot of money in hand.

"Any, ngojek what the hell, try? Nganterin passengers. Which passenger? Just pacing the streets doang .. " murmured my friend while staring strangely.

I don't know, for sure one day, maybe I'll change professions. Trading up? That's one of the top choices. Because of the money from my ojek business, now many have been collected in bank account balances.

(Based on a dramatized true story for the sake of literacy)