40 Days

Chapter 13

That night Arman intends to hang out at the shop Pak Bejo, he caught the unusual gelagat from the owner of the coffee shop.

Somehow it feels like Mr. Bejo is evading, not to mention some people who are there even occasionally steal a glance at him.

With trembling hands, Mr. Bejo thrust the black coffee that Arman ordered, even some of the coffee was spilled due to Mr. Bejo's arm that shook like shivering cold.

Arman was increasingly curious to see the strange behavior of the fat man, unusual Pak Bejo was stiff and panicked to face him.

'' Why Sir ? Mr Bejo sick ? " asked Arman while grabbing a coffee cup from Mr. Bejo's hand.

'' Ndak, nothing Mas Arman, "his reply was to go straight back into the stall, making Arman even more astonished.

He tried to get rid of negative thoughts and his sense of wonder towards Bejo. Arman also sipped little by little his black coffee.

'' Tonight we do not need to go around the village, rather than having to see the ghost of his patrol group the Nature, chirped someone who just came.

'' Huss, a man sitting in the stall gave a code to the man who had just arrived. He pointed at Arman with his chin.

Until someone who had just come turned his head, realizing Arman was there, he closed his mouth with an anxious face.

From the corner of Arman's eye saw their strange movements. He turned his body towards the group of men sitting at the table next to him.

'' Who has seen ghosts in this village ? " asked Arman squinting.

While the patrol group looked at each other.

'' That's.a-anu Mas Arman, the Alam patrol group said he saw the front pocong of Mas's house, " said one of them very carefully.

'' Pocong ? Ha.ha.ada-aja, time yes there is pocong, kekeh Arman.

'' Actually Mas, even Mr. Bejo was also in a ghost terror on the same night. Is it Mr Bejo ? '' said the man again as he glanced at Bejo who looked increasingly clumsy.

Now that Arman's gaze was on Bejo, he was more astonished by the conversation of the people, according to him very unreasonable.

'' I-iya, said Bejo, pretending to be busy yourself to hide his fear.

'' Short, jerk. Fathers said, patrol group Kang Alam saw a pocong in front of my house, if not their schedule a few days ago. Indeed pocong again why the hell ? I can hang out at my house. '' Arman still doesn't believe it.

'' Said Nature, tuh pocong fell from above and collapsed before her. ''

'' I'm sorry sir, if I fall in front of my house is not a pocong. But the jackfruit is deliberately covered with small sacks. Because in the morning I myself picked up the jackfruit, lest they pestered for fear of times. '' Arman laughed and felt funny.

'' But, Mom, sorry. That night Mr. Bejo was also met with a ghost. Someone is incarnated as Mr. Jamal, he pretended to buy cigarettes here. Does Arman know what happened ? That fake Jamal sir, pay for a cigarette with a bus ticket, ''

Arman rounded his eyes perfectly, did they attribute this strange incident to the death of his sister? Article they brought all bus tickets, not to mention the ghost they talked about was transformed into his father.

'' What does this mean ? '' Arman looked at them one by one, even Mr. Bejo did not escape the spotlight.

They even elbowed each other, as if blaming each other because like his already made Arman offended.

'' Look Mas, some people from the patrol group have been having strange things lately. Especially when they pass in front of Mas Arman's house. Said someone saw Mas's sister in front of the house. '' A man who spoke grimaced as the person next to him elbowed.

'' So you mean, that ghost is Jeni's house ? And who came to Mr Bejo too Jeni ? ''

'' That's Mas's word, not my word loh, ''

'' Oh, my God, call it sir. No way Jeni became a ghost, maybe your fear alone to poison the mind and bring up hallucinations , ''

'' But Mas, they really experienced that awkward incident. Not even just one or two people who experience it, ''

Feeling annoyed Arman immediately went from the coffee shop, he kept the coffee money on the table and passed without poking the words of the person.

The clock is 09:00,

Arman stepped into his already deserted home. Her father and mother may have been awake in the room, as well as her youngest sister who just sat in elementary school like her was awake in sleep.

Arman sat in the television room, turned on the television and sat on the carpet.

Arman chose an interesting channel to watch, until he found the ball with his favorite club. At least the broadcast can make him forget the boasting of the people in the stall earlier. He kept the remote next door and started watching.

But I don't know what happens suddenly the television channel moved with its own as if someone pressed the remote button, until it stopped in one channel.

Arman frowned, he picked up the remote and moved it back to the ball broadcast. But it was only a few moments that the channel moved back with its own.

Now Arman began to feel his hair bristling, especially when he saw a television show that sang Jeni's favorite show sister.

Arman tried to think positively could be his television remote ngaco or maybe his TV is damaged, until he moved back the television channel and stored the remote near him, he turned the remote sensor in the other direction.

Suddenly the television was dead, like someone had turned it off.

Glek !

Arman swallowed the saliva, as he heard something from the direction of Jeni's room. Arman also stood closer to the door of the room decorated with hanging ornaments bearing the name Jeni , birth date also zodiac .

He grabbed the door leaf, slowly opened it. The room looked dark, the room lights were not turned on because it was used like that if Jeni went to college in the city. Especially when Jeni is no more.

Arman fumbled through the walls in search of a socket, but a heart-wrenching cry stroked his sense of hearing.

Not yet had he turned on the lights, his eyes were circulating looking for the source of the sound in the room. The light from the bouncing television room gives the room a little illumination.

'' Je-ni ''' said Arman as her netra caught the figure of her sister sitting in front of a mirror while combing her hair against her.

The crying voice stopped instantly even the figure of Jeni stopped her combing activity when Arman called her name.

The figure slowly began to turn its head turned towards the fixated Arman standing in the doorway with trembling hands.

Even though the figure is a face like Jeni but Arman is sure if she is not Jeni her sister.

'' N-no, you're not Jeni. It's not Jeni ! '' Arman immediately slammed the door and walked backwards with his eyes constantly staring at the door of the room.

'' This is impossible, there is no way Jeni could be a ghost let alone scare me. It must be because of the babbling of the people until I was suspected. '' Arman grabbed his own hair, and chose to immediately go into the room to rest. Although the incident felt so real, Arman still brushed it off as if it was all an illusion.