The Midnight
Cursed Bench
This morning was my first day at First High School. There were no friends I knew at my new school. The alarm clock that had always woken me, was now starting to not work properly. The time has shown at 06.30 am, with lightning fast I rushed to take a shower and immediately went to school. With a breathless state I ran so as to arrive on time. Fortunately I am not late, try if it is too late for sure I was punished in the hot sun.
Introduce my name Ara, I am 13 years old, my hobbies are many, one of them is about mystical things. It's like horror. After the orientation period is completed, proceed with class division. I was unexpectedly in Class VII E. I was disappointed that I did not live up to my expectations and that of my parents. But I am still grateful, thank God I can still enter my favorite school.
In class…
“Kids introduce my name Bu Rani. I teach Arts Culture. Coincidentally I am your homeroom teacher.” explained Bu Rani
“Good morning, Bu.” send the students together
“Good morning kids. Since I have introduced myself, it is now your turn to come forward and introduce yourself. Starting from you..” pinta Bu Rani.
“Good, Bu.” replied the students in unison
Then it was time for me to introduce myself.
“Good morning everyone. Introduce my name Ara Putri Revandra, I am now 13 years old, my parents work as a private employee at one of the companies in Semarang City.” said Ara
The teaching and learning process takes place in an orderly and orderly manner.
Tet…
I don't feel the break bell ringing. The kids went out to the school cafeteria. But another with Ara, she just sat quietly in her class. He overheard a conversation from his two female friends. They both talked about the bench on the front right.
“Tan you know not about the myth of the cursed bench in our class?” kesya
“No, why the same bench?” ask Intan
“He said the bench was touted as a cursed bench loh.” obviously kesya
“Iya I also know that the stool is called a cursed bench, just why it can be called a cursed bench so loh.” asked Intan
Suddenly Ara interrupted the conversation between the two of them. As usual if he has heard things that smell mystical, immediately he joined the two new friends. Although they are not really familiar.
“Eh... You two again talk about the empty bench in front of it huh?” ask Ara
“Oooh. Why why?” timpal
“Nothing anyway, just..”.
Before Ara finished speaking, Intan immediately cut off the conversation.
“What germs?” ask Intan
“I was curious why the bench in front was even empty.” said Ara
“Oooh. I'll answer both of you. Here's story. It used to be about 2 years ago this Junior High School was holding new student admissions. After that, there was one of the female students who arrived late. Then he got scolded by his upperclassman. Not only that he was sentenced to run the field muterin 10 times and that without stopping. He was then told to go to class. The class is the same, yes, our class is. Upon arriving in class, he sat on an empty bench now referred to as the cursed bench. After a few minutes, his face turned pale and he fainted and convulsed. His classmates were all in a panic. One of his friends called Mr. Teacher to check on the condition of the female student. Master then came and checked the situation. He was sitting on the bench, when Mr. Teacher checked his pulse turned out he was dead. That's the story.” obviously Kesya at length
“Oooh Ara spoke while being mangosteen
“Serem also yes it turns out, ih Intan shuddered in horror
The entrance bell has been sounded when all students enter their respective classes. As the lesson progressed, the bench shifted by itself. All the students who were inside the classroom immediately shouted in fear. Master who was explaining the material, then looked at all of us. Master tried to calm us all down, saying it was just the wind.
Shortly after, the bell came home already ringing, the cheers from each class sounding very loud. Like in Elementary School, I was always picked up by Jacky, my personal driver. Arriving at home I rushed inside and changed my uniform. Lunch is available at the dinner table, just eat it. Then I went into my room to do my homework. Instead of thinking about Prku instead I kept thinking about the awkwardness that happened in the classroom last afternoon. But where is it possible that a bench made of wood can move because of the wind? It is impossible, this must be something hidden by the Master. I got curious, wanted to uncover what really happened to that cursed bench.
Tok…
Looks like someone knocked on the door.
“Bi Irah please open the door as if there are guests dech.” My love to Bi Irah
Bi Irah is the Household Assistant at my house. He is now about 40 years old. By the way Bi Irah did not answer yes.
“Bi.. Bi Irah. Mr. Jacky kok on no one, very quiet this house. Horror dech ah.” Ara walked while descending the stairs one by one
“Ya, who?” ara Sapa
As he looked towards the front door, his heart was pounding so fast that not a single person came and knocked on the door of his house. But he always thinks positive and he considers the wind then only. Then he went back to his room. Suddenly when I walked there was someone who touched my shoulder, spontaneously I immediately shouted.
“Aaaaaa..” shouts me.
“What's Non?” ask someone who turns out to be Bi Irah
“Tadi sih Bi Irah see there is a girl away from here.” explained Bi Irah
“Himself how is Bi?” much
“She wears school clothes, her hair is decomposed to cover her face, her height is about the same as Non lah.” Reply Bi Irah
“Ya Bi I went up first ya.” My word
“Good, Non.” Suhut Bi Irah
About who that woman was. Astafirullah lest she be a woman who died because of being punished with that upperclassman again. Does he want revenge on my schoolgirls? Or even he wants to help me? It's all still a question mark.
At 21:00 p.m…
Last night, I slept.
“Please... Please... Please..” shouted a girl.
“Si... who are you?” I answered
“Please me Ra... Help me.” The girl asked Ara for help
“Don't approach me.. don't.. don'tnnnn.” shouted Ara.
Cring.. cring…
“Aaaaaa.. Good luck with dreams.”
My alarm clock rang, it was time for me to take a shower and go to school immediately.
“Finally arrived at school.”
In the classroom…
”Hai.. Yesterday you know not, around 14.00 noon there was a woman who came to my house.” I explained
“Whose is he?” ask Kesya
“I don't know either, but I think he's the spirit of our upperclassman who died on that cursed bench.” Thought
“Ih. Eh... sorry I interrupted you? I know my name is Raisa, this is Salwa and she is Tata.”, explained Raisa who participated in the trip
“Yes, nothing really. Hi, I know Ara, she's Kesya and that's Intan. Greetings yes.” answered me
Since then we have started to be friends. Eat, go for a walk, learn we're always together. The name for the six of us is KARIST stands for Kesya, Ara, Raisa, Intan, Salwa, and Tata. We were always together even though we were happy and even difficult.
3 Months passed just like that. That morning I went to school. But I'm not alone. Today we promised to go to school together. Get in my favorite car.
In the classroom…
“Good morning kids.” Sapa Bu Rani's
“Good morning, Bu.” Our timpals are all compact
“Today I will convey something very important. Yesterday your upperclassman died from being hit by a car. For that I appeal to all of you to be more careful in maintaining the safety of each of you.” appeal Bu Rani
“Eh but you know not the dead upperclassman rumors he died because of the ghost of the cursed bench dweller.” said one of the female students in my class.
Ara and her five best friends gather in the school cafeteria. They're talking about her upperclassman who died yesterday.
“What might our friends say it's true?” ask Ara
“About what the hell?” sahut Salwa and Tata together
“Yes about the upperclassman, who died from the cursed bench ghost right. Yes Ra?” timpal Raisa
“Yes. Right, right, right.” I replied while joking
“Then I think it's a real.” opinion
“I also agree with Kesya.” thought Intan
“We also agree.” explained me, Salwa, Raisa, and Tata in unison
“But besides that I have another opinion.”
“What is Ra?”
“So gini key, is it possible that the ghost wants to ask for help with us?”
“Can be anyway.”
“But Tan can he wants revenge.”
“You can't be so bad thinking Raisa.”
“Iya right said Salwa.”
“Eh, bell entry sound tuh back to class yuk.” invite Tata
“Ayo.” they answered compactly
In the car…
“Eh, you guys go home just yes we sleep in my house anyways tomorrow Sunday.” take me
“Agree... agree.” Answer them with passion except Tata
“You why Ta?”
“I haven't told you Mama and Papahku Ra.”
“Now on the phone aja.”
“Ok, Ra. Try not to phone first.”
After a few minutes later…
“How to do?” much
“Sorry yes... i.” Tata said while stammering.
“You can't ya?”
“I. Ye...”
“Ih, no kirain can.”
“Ya sorry tho. I haven't finished talking.”
Arriving at Ara's house, they got out of the car and went straight to Ara's room.
“Which room is Ra?”
“Come here follow me.”
“Where the hell not to the point.”
“This is my room.”
“We borrow your shirt huh Ra?”
“Siip-fr. Please be selected-selected.”
“Ha ha ha ha ha. Like a Five Foot Trader You Ra.”
Time has shown at 22:00 p.m. One by one they slept slowly.
“Ara you have to help me.”
“Who are you? Why are you coming again?”
“I'm your upperclassman my name is Ririn”.
“Why are you asking me to help you?”
“Because only you can help me.”
“What's your problem?”
“You know why I died?”
Ara nodded slowly
“What your friend told you is actually Ra. I used to have a friend named Faya. He is his brother. Do you know who Bi Irah is? She was my mother. I have been living with my grandmother all this time. My father died a long time ago, if my mother used to live in the village. My mother worked there to provide for my grandmother and I here. After I died, my grandmother became very ill. He was alone in his home. The day after I died my grandmother caught up with me. My mom doesn't know that my grandmother and I are dead. For that I ask you for help. Please convey my message to mother.” explained Kak Ririn at length
“What is your message Brother Ririn?”
“Please tell my mother that my grandmother and I are dead. You told me where both of our graves were. Both of our tombs are located behind my grandmother's house. Don't forget to tell mom that I love her and I'm calm there. So please sincerely me. That's it, I'm asking you to help Ra. Thanks.”
“But wait a minute, brother. Did the one who killed my upperclassman really kill my big brother?”
“Neighbor Ra. It started with him wanting to take something in his class. He goes to school at night. At that time I was crying on my stool which you call the cursed bench. That upperclassman of yours went into the class you are now in that was also my class. At that moment I was showing myself. He saw me and ran out of school. I was trying to catch up to him, because he dropped the book he had taken in his class earlier. Without looking at the road he ran as fast as he could then from the other direction there was a car passing by. After that he was hit and he finally died.
“Oooh..
“Yes if so I go first yes Ra.”
“Ya Brother.”
The next day Ara told her about her dream to her friends. Then they decided that today too, they would tell about Kak Ririn to Bi Irah.
“Bi Irah we want to tell you.”
“What's the story Non?”
“About Kak Ririn Bi.”
“Non Ara know about Ririn son Aunty?”
Then I told her everything that Brother Ririn asked me to tell her mother. When it was crying we all broke apart, let alone Bi Irah. He was very disappointed, why only now he knew that his son and mother had died 2 years ago.
6 Months passed so quickly. The cursed bench, now an ordinary bench occupied by the other students. The school is now calm, there are no cursed bench ghosts in class VII E anymore. Finally my wish has been achieved. The mission of uncovering about the cursed bench has been completed. Hi. I'm Ara and these are my five best friends. Who needs our help is ready to help. Whether it is from the human class like us, or even like Brother Ririn that is.