The Van Til House: STRAF SABBAT
Chapiter 45

TENGS!

TENGS!

TENGS!

The sound of bells shrill in a fast tempo as Magisna's motorbike roared out of the school grounds.

Magisna. The sound of the bells sounded so close, as if embedded in his head. He sped up the speed of his motorcycle as cloudy clouds began to settle down covering the entire place.

Strong winds make palm oil swirls.

Instantly the feathers of Magisna bristled.

Oil palm plantations look creepy in overcast weather.

Two or three vehicles passed through Magisna, throwing wet air that caused the motorcycle as if pushed to the side of the road.

Why does everyone seem to be in such a hurry today? Magisna wondered in her heart.

He tried to speed up his motorcycle again, but somehow the motorcycle suddenly felt heavy. Don't tell me the machine is crammed! He's irritating.

Approaching the newly partially repaired break-off bridge, Magisna reduced the speed.

A motorcycle behind him slammed quickly ahead, the motorcyclist stuck one of his feet towards Magisna and stuck the heel of his shoe on the handlebars.

Magisna's motorcycle slipped to the side of the road and hit the guardrail.

BRUISES!

Explosions of clashing metal sounds caused a crackling storm that blazed on the deserted streets.

Magisna screamed, losing balance until her body bounced over the guardrail and splashed into the river under the bridge.

A BRUSH!

Magisna's screams stopped, changing the sound of the bobbing and thinning water that filled his ears and nasal cavity.

For a moment Magisna could not breathe. His lungs exploded. He thrashed with all his might, against the river currents that started dragging him out of nowhere.

I was dying, he thought desperately.

No one saw him fall except the motorcyclist who pushed him.

He obviously wants to kill me! He concluded. Who is this guy? Why would he want to kill me?

Instantly he regretted not accepting Ais' offer to drive him home.

"Please!" pekiknya. His voice was immersed in the water and he himself choked. I don't want to die here. Anybody, please!

The contents of his head and chest were hot as if they were about to explode. His consciousness began to sink as the water flow intensified at the bottom of the river.

Something like a thick cloth rolled up his body and wrapped around it, maybe vines or something. Magisna wasn't sure. The scroll tightened rapidly as if it was about to crush his body. Could it be a giant snake? thought panic.

Darkness dominates. The distress suppressed his consciousness.

As soon as his consciousness recovered, the first thing he thought about was dying.

I must be dead, he said in his heart.

His body felt light and like it was floating. Makes him even more confident that he has just lost his body. I was a ghost, he thought. Like Dusk!

Then suddenly his body landed on the surface of a rough and wet rock.

Magisna nodded and pulled her body.

A faint taper face was flabbergasted before his eyes.

Magisna reply flabbergasted.

A black mute, smiling towards him. Maybe women too, Magisna thought. His face was too white, and his tiny lips were blood-colored. Her hair was long past her knees, maybe longer. The end of his wet hair dangled on his side until it decomposed on the surface of the stone.

Magisna gulped at the sight. Then examine the owner from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head with eyes squashed. He's a guy, Magisna realized.

Call it a pretty guy!

So beautiful that Magisna thought she was not human. Not wrong, he thought. I must be dead. He may be his angel of death.

"It's not time for you to die yet" said the man as if he could read Magisna's mind.

Magisna swallowed once more.

"New 46 episodes," the man added with a faint smile.

Magisna gave a short sigh.

It's just a fucking writer's prank job!

He massaged his temple and frowned. He saw a blood stain on his fingertip. And this Fucking Writer is now making my head leak, he wrote in his heart.

"Oh—" Magisna stuttered in confusion. I thought it was the legendary Arya Tunggal, he thought. Hold still…

Magisna frowned and thought hard. Trying to remember something.

Where have I ever known someone named Galang?

Why does it feel so familiar?

For loyal readers of The Van Til House, this name should be familiar!

But…

Let's just say Magisna is not a loyal reader of The Van Til House.

So, let's get him a little confused. Oh, naw. We'd better make him really confused, really confused.

Don't ask me why this Fucking Writer's starting to beat around the bush. It's just an evil stratagem to reach a thousand words.

P e n u l i s n y a c u r h a t !

"Gu-caves. Magisna caves!" reply Magisna.

"Magisna." the man repeated his words, then returned smiling. "Where are you coming home?" tanyanya.

"To the house" answered Magisna.

The man's smile widened, "Alright," he said. "Where's your house?"

"Leaving!" magisna answered again, increasingly rambling, deliberately extending the number of words.

The beautiful man finally chuckled thinly, then stared into Magisna's eyes. His gaze seemed shady and reassuring.

He was really handsome to the maximum, Magisna thought in amazement.

The most handsome snake demon in the story. But obviously the kind of man the Fucking Writer dreams of. The maximum handsome male figure in his novel was always long-haired. Even the demons!

But of course Magisna did not realize that the maximum handsome man was a demon. He's too handsome for a demon. That handsome demon dazzled him. He did not want to believe that in this world there was such a handsome demon. So, Magisna looked at him as a man and not a demon.

So willingly, he let the man drive him home.

"Come!" The man pulled his body to his feet, then bowed while extending his hand to Magisna. "I'll take you home!"

Magisna. "But..but!"

The man raised next to his eyebrows, waiting for Magisna to finish her sentence.

"The cave hasn't told you where the cave's going!"

The man smiled again.

Can you please stop that? Magisna groaned in his heart. That smile drives me crazy!

"At least get up!" The man moved his fingers, hinting that Magisna would welcome his hand.

Magisna finally welcomed the hand and the man stopped him, helped him to keep his balance and led him to jump stone by stone, to the side of the river.

The wind blew on his soaked body. Magisna started to shiver. Some parts of his body felt sore. I must have been covered in wounds, he thought. This one bastard writer is never satisfied if he does not torture his character.

Magisna limped while grimacing as she climbed to reach the bridge. Galang's hands were still coiled around his waist until they reached the edge of the road.

As soon as they reached the bridge, Magisna immediately screeched. The bike wasn't there.

The streets look quiet and deserted.

No vehicles have crossed the bridge since Magisna was attacked. Or did he faint long enough to be unaware of the situation?

Did the attacker throw his motorcycle in as well?

Magisna looked down at the bridge, checking along the stream.

Who exactly attacked me? Magisna wondered in her heart. He tried to remember. But he didn't even get to see his face. At first glance he had seen through the corner of his eye, a dark sweater hoodie, and blue ray glasses, such as those worn by Novi, Dika and Pak Isa. But they came home together, and already left first.

Who else wears hoodie sweaters and blue ray glasses in this bleak plantation village?

How many people look weird like them?

Magisna breathed a heavy breath. The murder problem at Doolhof is still not revealed, plus the problem of strange changes Pak Isa, Novi and Dika, and now a new puzzle has emerged.

This Fucking writer seems to really intend to make this story go round and round like a labyrinth under Van Til's house!

What kind of story could he make this time?

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