The Setra Backhouse
CHAPTER 92. PURI TENGAH FOREST

“You want me to go there sir?” tawang Komang

“No need to commang, we go there alone, thanks for the help”

I did not know how I felt speaking in Indonesian, and Komang replied in the local language, but it was strange why I could understand what he said, what I heard was that he was speaking Indonesian too, but not!

Sumadi and I continued on our way to the middle of the forest, and what Komang said was right, and we just entered the forest area, there was already a lot of something peeking out from behind the tree.

“Di, don't look at the tree and don't look back…. Just worry!”

“Why No?”

“Just don't, just keep going with the foresight, don't look at anything behind us” I whispered to Sumadi

Duuuh I have aja who is following us both, the shape is not good, there is a hair that is awake, eyes bulging, tongue protruding long, long nails, long nails, and the fangs are also long.Besides all the panjaaang!

I don't know if it's following us from behind, whether it's rangda or leak, I'm not clear. But the figure did not attack us, they only saw from a distance and there was one following us from behind!

“No... Next to me there is a figure of horroriii.”

“I know I've let it go, they just follow us already in the usual way Di. you think I don't ndredeg ta this Di?”

The more we walked on the path in the middle of the forest, this terrible figure increased by one more, I don't know what it was, there was another new one coming, the head of the front bald but the back of the hair was long.

And what else this is just me lyrics, eyes he entered into the like hole eye so his eyes, different from the previous with his eyes bulging.

And to this horror, this bald one is long.. I dare not look beside me. Now he was showing off his long tongue as well…

“No this one that was behind me..it is now beside me No!” sumadi whispers

“Silent and road keeps On, don't be seen”

I do not know what this supernatural figure is, because as long as I struggle with the name of horror, only this time I can see a supernatural figure that is very terrible shape.

It turned out that the supernatural was not just white-white like poci and mbak Kun which I felt terrible. It turned out that this figure was more terrible, its fangs and nails were long and terrible.

But somehow I wasn't scared at all, even I felt like I was being escorted.

Why do I say it's like being escorted. Because now on my left and right there was a figure like the one I said, and they floated sometimes the way next to me while occasionally turning towards us, then showing off his horrible face.

“No they from earlier saw the ring we wear, like his they are interested in the ring we wear”

“Iya Di, I also know, from earlier they also saw my ring, but let it be, they do not bother us, and we also do not want to interact with them”

The strange figure that I thought was most likely the rangda kept walking beside us. While next to the possible randa was a gibberish, as his eyes were hollow and bald at the front, the two of them were unceasingly looking towards the ring I was wearing.

I just kept walking until in the distance I could see some torch light whose flame sometimes warped by the night wind.

“No look there it” pointed Sumadi at the flame of the torch in the distance

“Let's speed up our steps Di, hopefully what the boy said was right, because I was very lazy if I had to go through this forest with a terrible figure who was always next to us Di”

There were no strange and unique creatures beside us, they only saw our rings together, nothing they did.

The further we walked it turned out that what Komang said was right, in front of us there was a kind of high wall maybe about three meters high and it seemed like the high wall was surrounding something inside.

“Maybe that's what Puri said Komang had No”

“Yes for sure, because there are no more buildings around here Di”

Surprisingly the closer we got to the building, the two terrible figures who had come with us both just left, the two of them did not bother us at all.

We got closer and finally we could see that on the roadside of the building there was a person standing. The person who was standing in front of the building that might be inside was the settlement seemed to be waiting for someone.

“We just ask the person, we just ask where Mr. Wayan Di” lives

I still could not see the figure of the person standing alone on the side of the road, whether he was young like Komang or old, so we just went to make sure.

“Excuse me sir, do you know where Mr Wayan lives?” strange as before, coming out of my mouth this is the language of this region

“This is Pak Paino and mr Sumadi..?” he replied using the language of the strange area I could understand what he was saying

“True, I'm Paino, and this one Sumadi” was shocked too when this guy could guess our name “ uh whose father yes. How do you know our name?”

“Let's go in first, I've been waiting since, I think these gentlemen are lost.. Let's go to” invite this new person we know

It turned out to be true what I had expected earlier, when we entered in this like a settlement, but not a settlement like that village.

Inside there were also houses nearby, similar to the village in my town, but we were not directed to one of the houses that were close to each other.

The road we went through was like an alley, turned and finally arrived at a house that had more land than the others.

“This is the home of Mr Wayan No?” sumadi whispers

“Iya Di, I remember where we sat and it's the place of prayer that too I still remember”

“Means now we are in the era when Mr Wayan is still alive No?”

“I also don't know Di, we could go into the supernatural or how, I myself still confused”

“Please sit there first Mr. Paino and Mr. Sumadi, uh pole call Ajik Darma first nggih”

“Oh yes please pak”

“Means Wayan sir's house is in the castle huh Di?”

“Yes, we have been sitting here all along, I think Mr. Wayan's house is just like this, but it turns out to be broad No”

“So he said he wanted to call the one whose name is Ajik Darma, who else is that person Di, lest that's Mr. Wayan's own name hehe”

Long ago also the person who had entered the house of Mr. Wayan who was on our right. The atmosphere of the night here is very calm and cold, it feels sleepy, even though there have just been no two minutes I sit here.

“Goodnight Mr. Paino and Mr. Sumadi” greet the person who came out of the house on our right, he was accompanied by the person who had picked us up from the front.