The Horror Story
Genderuwo's Beloved Child (Part 2)

Once there I knock the door.

Tok..

“Assalamu’alaikum”ucapku

“Wa’alaikum salam” said the voice of a man from inside the rental PS Wahyu, I heard footsteps leading to the door and a few moments later the door was open.

“Loh, mother again. Can I help you mom?” Ask the man

“Mas, is my son Slamet here?” much

“No bu” answer is short.

“Please sir, don't hide my son. Since last night he has not come home. Please me pak” I said begging.

“True ma'am, Slamet is not here. If you don't believe me, you can see my whole house” said the man. Then, I searched the entire room of the man's house but still there was no Slamet.

“That's right, Slamet no” said the man

“Iya Mas, until not lying to me” I said rather disappointed

“Bu, I think Slamet will never come back here again because he has stolen my money as much as Rp. 280,000,- for 2 weeks” he said in a rather cynical tone.

“What mas? He stole that kind of money? How?” ask me confused

“Ya. by taking Rp. 20,000,- every day for 2 weeks” he said

“Kok masnya silent only?” much

“Yaaa.. want how again ma'am, at that time I work the morning shift so who awaits my wife. It's also he can't be like me because he is taking care of his son” said the man

“Lha continue this mas how can you know that the Slamet is a misty?” much

“In this PS rental there is a cctv bu so I yes told cctv” he said

“Mas, cctv what is it? I really do not go home, sorry yes my mas is just a graduate of SD course”, I said honestly.

“That's lo bu, surveillance camera. So, if my wife does not have a PS rental condition is monitored the same cctv it” he explained

“Waduh mas if so I promise to replace it if you have met Slamet”, I said

“Iya ma'am, I await ya proof” said the man.

After hearing the words of the rental car, I became weak. I don't know why it feels like my knee is boneless. Mets.. Slamet, why are you always troublemaking everywhere.

A few days ago found out howling in a warung mbak Wati, continue to help rice at Riono's house continue to help money in PS rental. Why are you le? How could your desire please iki. I also went to look for him again at Ishmael's house. I've seen Slamet play with him.

“Mbak Yun, is Slamet here?” I asked Ismail's mother

“Ngapain Slamet is here? Want to make sure Ismail shirts again huh?” mbak Yun said with sincerity

“What's mbak? Slamet ngajarin Ismail please?” I was surprised

“Iya. At that time Slamet ngajakin Ismail played until the afternoon continued to come home at 5 pm while carrying 2 large crackles. I would be curious to get guava from where but neither of them ngaku, pas not dedes Ismail new ngaku if taught Slamet nyuri pak Soleh. Yow is le, this is the last time you came here and now you two come with me mbalekno jambunya sir Soleh” said mbak Yun at length.

“Ya Allah Met. until when do you want to nggudoni mother karo your father le. Budrek I mbak Yun. budrek tenan iki”.

“Yo. arep piye maneh yo Yah? Sakjane I yo not tego but kowe kudu understand Yah” said mbak Yun.

“Aduh mbak Yun, sepurone sanget yo”

“Iyo Yah” says mbak Yun briefly. I also say goodbye to mbak Yun walking with footsteps getting louder.

Oh, my God, what more news would I hear if I were looking for Slamet at his friends' house? And if later Slamet has met how do I compensate the people who have been victims of my son? Duh Gusti. kudu diapakne boy iki.

“Mbak, is Slamet here?” I asked Mbah Nanik, one of my neighbors.

“You are weird to Dad? Lha wong Slamet iki not familiar karo my son kok arep dolan ning omahku” said mbak Nanik

“Ha? Dadi Slamet is not here mbak” said I was more sad not because.

“You why Yah?” Nanik asked in astonishment

“Gini lo mbak, Slamet has 3 days not returned home beaten by my father e” replied while holding sad

“Lha lapo Well, titipane sing kuoso kok mbok hajar karo bojomu pisan?” Tanya Mbak Nanik

“He was skipping school 2 weeks turned out to be no tail even in PS rental, wis ngono every place that did not come for Slamet nyari was the same complaining that he had become a victim of Slamet” said me.

“What sacrifice is Well?” Tanya Mbak Nanik

“Slamet iku seneng nyolong mbak, ora iso kethok money dot” said

“Iya. I say yes first mbak, want to run Slamet again” said I

“Eh. wait Well. I remember something” said mbak Nanik

“Remember what mbak? Has Slamet ever stolen anywhere near sampean?” much

“Not Yeah. Gini lo Yah, you do not try to ask for help to Mr. Musleh who has Pondok Pesantren Al-Faruq it lo” said Mabk Nanik

“Oh... Yes mbak, I will be there later mbak” said me excitedly. I also went home to take 3 kg of sugar for gawan to Mr. Faruq's house.

My plan will be late afternoon at 4 I will go there with my husband.

“My son is where Mr Faruq?” Ask My Husband

“Bapak and mom do not have to be sad because soon he will go home” said Mr. Faruq calmly

“So now where is he sir? How's things going? Is she okay?” say

“Bu, Sir, Slamet is inside the klengkeng tree in front of the house Su’eb” said Mr. Faruq.

“Kok inside the klengkeng tree pack?” ask me for wonder

“Mother, when he had a fight with father and mother he walked with a grumble and then he met his friend and invited to stay at his friend's house, when in fact it is not his friend Slamet but it is gederuwo the waiting tree klengkeng” said Pak Faruq at length

“So what should we do sir?” Ask my husband

“There will soon be good people who take your child home” said Mr. Faruq

“Who is he sir? Will my own father take Slamet?” Much

“Not me ma'am but the good guy will soon deliver your son, mother and father just calm ya” said Mr. Faruq

We also say goodbye to Mr. Faruq.

I feel a little relieved but I still think of Slamet, how can you disliwarne genderuwo? Go home, mom and dad miss you. I know you really want to cross the line but after this incident will you still be naughty again? Hopefully you will be insyaf after coming home from the genderuwo house. My husband's bike continued to go so far that it did not feel like it had arrived in front of my house but the atmosphere of my house was still the same, quiet.

“Pak, Slamet really haven't come home yet?” say

“Propay yes mom. Remember the words of Mr. Faruq earlier if soon our child will go home” said my husband while stroking my back. I also went into the house with a feeling of sadness mixed with disappointment and annoyance.

“Bu, he will be home soon Kok” said my husband while inserting his motorcycle. The tears still wet my face every time I remember. O Allah, send my son home safely.

The next morning I woke up at 04:00, as usual I went to the bathroom first to clean myself and ablution. When I finished ablution, I somehow wanted to open the mosquito nets of the Slamet room. As soon as I could fulfill my wish, how surprised I was on the bed I found my son, Slamet was fast asleep.

“Slamet!! You come home le” I said while hugging Slamet

“Mak.. This is true mom huh?” Slamet asked as he opened his eyes little by little.

“Iya le this mom. Sir.. father..your son is home!” I shouted out loud

“What's mom? Slamet wis mulih?” Ask my husband wonder

“Slamet!” my husband hugged Slamet

“Emak, sir, Slamet apologize if it's been troublesome. Slamet promises not to repeat it again and Slamet will compensate everyone who has stolen the goods” Slamet said as he tearfully.

“Iya le.. yes. tell us, how can you disappear and go home?” manya curious.

“Gini Mak, at that time I was upset with my mother and father and then I met Danu at the intersection of TPQ road and I was invited to play at his house. I also told a lot to Dhanu if I want to be free not to be set and Dhanupun invite me to live with him. It turns out that what invites me is not Dhanu Mak but genderuwo the guardian of the big cling tree. I also ran away refusing to live with him but could not then come Mr. Su’eb save me. He told genderuwo that my place in the world is not in the house genderuwo continued he read do’a-do’a and drove me home”

“Yes Allah Almighty has given me back my son. Then after this you must prepare to go to the house of Mr. Su’eb to say thank you” said my husband

“Iya pak” answered a short Slamet

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“Pak Sueb, I am thinking about giving Slamet home”, my husband said

“Iya sir, equally. Yesterday when I prayed the night, I heard Slamet running around asking to go home and Alhamdulillah with God's permission I could deliver Slamet home” said Mr. Su’eb

“Once again matur nuwun lo pak” said

“Iya ma'am, equally. Met up this worship is strengthened again yes so that the genderuwo hates you and you can be closer to Allah” said Mr. Su’eb

“Upload pak” says Slamet

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