The Horror Story
Genderuwo's Beloved Child (Part 1)

“Good morning, is this really her mother ananda Slamet?” said the teacher.

“Iya bu right. I am the mother of Slamet. What's wrong, ma'am? How am I called to school?” I was confused, less afraid, understand because I was just an ordinary housewife who only graduated from Elementary School.

So, often I feel not as level as talking to an office person.

“Mother, if I may know what her daily mother works?” Ask the teacher again

“I'm just a housewife. Yes, sometimes my neighbor told me to setlika at my neighbor's house” I said still confused

“Ooo is yes ma'am. Mother, I mean to call mom here because I want to ask something to mom” said the teacher

“What's mom? Why me if the question is difficult, can not answer bu”, I said honestly, maybe my response sounds funny in the ears of the teacher but that's me with a fleck of my ability.

“The question is not difficult kok bu, I am sure mom can answer because mom is her mother Slamet” said the teacher

“Loh, how about Slamet ma'am? I am more confused mom, ngapunten” said I

“So this is mom, it has been 2 weeks Slamet did not enter school, someone told me that Slamet every day went to school in uniform but why not get to school huh bu?” Ask the teacher.

“Loh?!! Slamet mboten school has been 14 days ma'am? Astaghfirullah p ‘adzim, Met. nandi are you le? Ma'am, that Slamet is every day parting way to school. How come she doesn't go to school?” I said confused mixed with anger and shame.

“Look at ma'am, how about starting tomorrow gengan trailing Slamet?” said the teacher gave a suggestion.

“Meanour teacher nopo nggih?” much

“So gini ma'am, I was telling you that every day Slamet bids school to mom, try tomorrow after Slamet say goodbye to mom, secretly tail Slamet. Who knows with that genengan can know where Slamet moved school for 2 weeks” said the teacher

“Ooo.. inggih bu, kulo cobine”.

“Basic boy bully! Shame your parents only!” I said at home

“Loh what's wrong mom? Come here to get angry?” Ask my husband

“How can you not be angry sir? this mother is out of her school Slamet, she said that Slamet's teacher has not been in school for 2 weeks. Hiiiihh no pites crank!” gaumatkan.

“Wee?? 14 dinos? Your son nandi bu?” Ask my husband

“Mboh sir, pancene your son kuwi boy bloated, lyane nggae isin wong tuane wae” said

“Terus earlier ma his teacher gave a solution what bu?” Ask my husband

“Yo, I was told to ngetutne the bloated Slamet but yes sneak around sir, ben ra ketoro Slamet” said

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“Mak, I'm leaving ya” said the Slamet while kissing my hand

“Iyo Met” says I'm short but my legs are already gatel want ngetutne Slamet. I stared at every behavior of the boy, it seemed like he had indeed left for school. According to the advice of her teacher Slamet, I also went to follow her by sneaking around.

The road taken by Slamet is the same as the road to school, from the house straight road to meet the intersection then turn right and the school has arrived, but this is not. Right from the house straight road to meet the crossroad but Slamet turn left with a scared face. I followed him, he walked straight then turned left and then turned right. After entering about 1 meter, he stopped at a house. In front of the house there is a banner that reads RENTAL PS REWAHYU.

“Yes Allah Slamet! Boy bloated!” I said, without thinking long I went straight into the PS rental and managed to pull the hand of Slamet.

“Come mulch!” I said while pulling the slamet's hand

“Emak?!! How are you here?” slamet said in shock to see me in front of his eyes.

“Iyo, iki makmu. Dadi kowe transferred to nang kene school? For 2 weeks?!” kapaku. Slamet did not answer yet, I immediately pulled his hand hard.

“Come mulih! Why enter wong tuo wae kowe iki!” I said as I continued to hold Slamet's hand. I clasped Slamet's hand tightly all the way home, it felt as if my blood had boiled to the crown of seeing him. O God, what sin am I? Why would I have a child like Slamet?

“Pak! iki lo your son” I said as I pushed Slamet to the living room floor

“Lo? What's up bu?” say my husband

“Iki lo your son. 2 weeks to transfer school to PS rental, just go home later if it's school hours finished” said I

“Bener Met?! Bener?! Boy bloated!” my husband said while hitting the Slamet with his hand. His hands clenched, smashing into Slamet's face and stomach. Not satisfied with that, my husband also slapped Slamet.

“Pakk. geez sir. Slamet promises not to repeat it again” said Slamet moaning

“Alright liar!” said my husband while continuing to hit Slamet.

“Ampun sir. geez. hu... hu...” Slamet said while groaning to endure the pain.

“Same mother wants to know what Slamet wants? Slamet pingin free pack buk, no one chat!” snapped Slamet

“Bokah is not sane! Plaque!” said my husband while slapping Slamet again

“Have pak buk, Slamet is leaving! Slamet pingin free loose no one chatter. Nothing like this house, a lot of rules. Every day must wake up in the morning and school plus the afternoon still have to pay. What this? Life should be free sir!” slamet said as he passed away leaving us.

“Go, if you want to go! Don't expect my parents to be worried because no criminals want to kidnap you!” my husband said and Slametpun passed away leaving us all.

The sun had wanted to return to the contest just signaled the day will soon be dark but Slamet has not yet shown the trunk of his nose.

“Pak, Slamet really haven't come home yet?” I began to fret

“Halah ma'am, why do you worry about the same boy bloated model Slamet, later he will also go home alone. I also know that Slamet eats a lot, where maybe he feels at home not coming home” said my husband

“Iya also sir, if that's why I don't wait here just ya” said me

“Iyaa. It's up to mom, I want to sleep first mom. I have forgotten eee” said my husband while wriggling

“Iya sir. You just sleep there, I want to wait for Slamet while watching TV”, I said. As soon as he entered the room, only a few minutes had I heard his snoring. I also want to relax a little while waiting for Slamet.

“Met, quickly go home ya” mutteredku while watching soap operas on tv. I don't know why every night when I sit relaxing in front of the tv it feels tired I came all plus again when I watch soap opera it feels like my eyes are reluctant to open. Just a few minutes ago I was watching soap opera, I was asleep.

Allahu akbar's.. Allahu akbar

“Yes Allah is already dawn? Emm.. I have to wake up, pray and then cook and wash clothes so that I can immediately setlika at his house bu Yuli” said when I just woke up from my deep sleep.

“Hooamm, go to the bathroom first ah”. Then I went to the bathroom to clean my body and do my routine in the morning. My plan today is to cook vegetable soup and fry salted fish. Eating rice with salted fish dishes is something Slamet, my son likes.

After cooking, I also called my husband who was splitting bamboo to make bamboo woven. Usually, residents in my village use this bamboo webbing for the walls of the house.

“Pak, let's have breakfast!” take me

“Come bu. Today cook what?” Ask my husband

“Sayur sop pack same fried salted fish” I replied

“Wah yang nih ma'am, surely the Slamet likes” said my husband

“Iya sir. oh yes sir, by the way, Slamet yesterday came home what time” my question

“Well where you know ma'am. Kan father is still at 8 pm already sleeping” said my husband lightly

“Loh? Means Slamet did not go home pak” said I started panic

“Quiet first ma'am, she must be in her room” said my husband

“How can he be in the room sir? Yesterday before going to bed, I locked all the doors and windows. Then where does Slamet go?” much

“Wow! Gini alone ma'am, it would be better if we see her room Slamet” take my husband

“Good pak” replied. We checked the Slamet room but it was still empty, we checked all under the house the results were the same.

“Yes Allah sir, this child where?” I was angry but panicked

“Let's remember mom, maybe soon she'll come” said my husband tried to cool the atmosphere, but somehow my heart so misgivings it seems like something bad happened to my son Slamet. Yes.if you think about it, he was naughty to cross the line but he will still be my biological child. I have to look for him everywhere, be it to school, to his friends' homes or to the neighbors' houses.

After eating 3 spoons of rice, I looked for Slamet to his school but nothing. I started asking my friends, but the results were the same.

“Oh boy, tell me where is Slamet? Don't you feel sorry for me?” I said begging Riono, Slamet's friend.

“Budhe, Slamet has indeed played to my house but since being caught stealing my mother's rice, Slamet has never played to my house again” said Riono

“What? Rice howls? Oh God Met.. Slamets. Tell me how many kilos of rice he stole?” I'm just holding back the shame

“Have Budhe, said my mother that the problem has passed so do not need to be tapped again” said Riono. Honestly, hearing Riono's words did not make my heart a little relieved but even more embarrassed. How can it be found out please in his house I was not covered but instead considered wis mari. Haduh.. met you want to be a child what to le?

“Ya is No if so. Thank you for forgiving her mistake Slamet” said I. I also continued my journey to find Slamet while walking, thinking where is he? Or the place that might be visited by Slamet is. aha! Rental PS Revelation. I accelerated my footsteps there, hoping my son would be there. Quick.fast.the sooner I put my foot down and finally arrived.

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