TITISAN MARANTI'S
CRITICALLY

Nur Rahman and Bayu were both shocked because their actions were known by the bus conductor who was currently walking closer to them both. Both of them panicked and did not expect that it would happen to both of them.

“Your hunt jumped out before it was too late?” Bayu told Nur Rahman.

“How about you, Bayu? They already know your identity? You are also in danger, Bayu?” nur Rahman protested while trying to invite Bayu to leave.

“I'm fine ... I've been trapped here a long time. They know or not about me, it makes no difference to me.” Bayu tries to calm Nur Rahman down.

“No, Bayu! You can't stay in this place forever. You need to get out of this place with me. I won't go if you don't go either!” nur Rahman shouted loudly enough that his voice was heard by all the spirits on the bus.

After hearing the commotion at the back of the bus, all the bus passengers suddenly stood up and stepped in tandem toward the two of them. Their faces looked extremely sinister to anyone who saw them. They were not willing to let Nur Rahman and Bayu leave the bus.

“Quick you leave before it's too late! They're getting closer!”

“No, Bayu! I'm not leaving without you!”

Bayu tried to push Nur Rahman while Nur Rahman tried to pull Bayu's hand. And the current spirits were close in position to the two of them.

“Arrrrrgh!” The spirits were finally able to reach the body of Bayu.

Nur Rahman with all his strength pulled firmly Bayu's arm, so that the young man lost his balance. Bayu's hand slipped from the grip of some of the spirit's hands. Bayu's body was thrown out of the bus leaving Nur Rahman who was still in it. The turn of Nur Rahman who fought against the creepy spirits.

“Tidaaaaaaaak!!!” Bayu shouted loudly from outside the bus.

The young man did not care about his body that was injured from a fall hit the asphalt. While enduring the excruciating pain, the young man chased after the bus carrying Nur Rahman inside. From outside the bus it is seen that Nur Rahman continues to struggle with the attacks of curious spirits.

“Taste this fucking spirit!” shouted Nur Rahman while floating a raw bogem to one of the spirits who almost bit him.

Bugs!

The head of the spirit was immediately dented as soon as it received an attack from Nur Rahman. His hand was released from the young man's neck. However, missing one there are still other spirits who replace attacking the young man. This time Nur Rahman used his legs to kick the belly of the lush-bodied spirit.

Bruaks!

Nur Rahman's legs managed to tear the entrails of the fat soul, so that the spirit was plunged backward. There was not enough time for the young man to celebrate his victory because the two hands of the spirits of the mothers had already managed to hold the young man's feet.

“Wuaaaaaaa!!! It's rude of you two!” nur Rahman shouted while stomping his legs on the chest of the two women.

The spirits of the two women were easily knocked unconscious by Nur Rahman.

Now the young man had enough time to catch his breath because the spirits that were nearby had all perished. However, he did not have much time anymore because the other spirits had started to arrive with a faster movement towards him. The young man already did not have much energy left to fight against them. The spirits that were walking towards him right now were far more in number than he had already defeated and seen from his posture, they were all stronger and dangerous. The spirits of the high-statured conductors were among them.

Nur Rahman did not have much time to save himself. Suddenly he took out a bottle from the crackle bag he had been carrying since. The young man then poured liquid from inside the bottle towards the front towards the body of one of the spirits. Smelled of gasoline that stung in the nose when all is the bottle was poured by the young man. Then with a smile the young man turned his head towards the spirit of the conductor.

“Goodbye, Mr. Conductor!” nur Rahman shouted while lighting a match and threw it towards one of the spirits that he doused with gasoline.

“Arrrrrgh!!” loud screams rang out from inside the bus before the entire bus burst into flames.

Nur Rahman rolled around on the asphalt after successfully jumping off the bus. With a body in pain, the young man watched the bus burn and explode violently accompanied by the cries of the spirits inside. In the heart of the young man was grateful for his efforts to eliminate the terror of the ghost bus that had claimed many lives was finally over.

The dark and silent atmosphere was then felt by the young man when everything had already passed. He tried to find Bayu's whereabouts, but he did not see the young man's nose.

“Baaaaaay!!!” nur Rahman shouted out the name of the young man who had helped him just now.

There are no signs of Bayu appearing in the place. However, suddenly from a distance the young man saw there was a spotlight of motorcycle lights that were walking towards him. Suddenly the biker stopped his vehicle right in front of the young man.

“Mas Nur?” shouted a person whose voice was well known to the young man.

The motorist got off his bike and approached the young man.

“Pak Difficult?” pekik Nur Rahman did not believe in the appearance of the man.

“What happened to Mas Nur?”

“Later I tell you,Pak. Where are you going?”

“I want to go to the next city. My brother is very sick there. Mas Nur better come with me. I took Mas Nur to Puskesmas. Mas Nur needs medical theology immediately.”

“Iya, Sir Thank you.”

“Monggo, Mas Nur! Up to the boncery!”

“Iya, Sir. Thank you.”

Pak Sukar also took the young man to Puskesmas which is located behind the mountain. The young man was very happy because help arrived on time. He could not imagine if there were no Sukar sir. He had to walk down the deserted mountain road in such a wounded state. Actually he also thought of Bayu, but he knew Bayu was not human like him, so he did not think much about his new friend.

“Mas Nur... Destiny is hard to guess, huh?” said Mr. Sukar while driving.

“Iya, Sir. I did not expect to meet Mr. Sukar under these circumstances.”

“That's how, Mas Nur. Every time I see Mas Nur so it is remembered with Mas Rendi ..”

“What does Pak Sukar mean to say like that?”

Mr. Sukar cheered a smile. Nur Rahman's hair suddenly goosebumps.

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