40 Days

Chapter 9

Nature begins to walk into the alley with her courage, then follows Manto and Iwan. Yanto himself was still worried, he heard a news interlude from the patrol group last night, if they saw Jeni in front of his house last night. Of course, the issue spread widely into the lips in the village, to make Yanto's guts shrink. Despite not knowing the truth of the news, Yanto still did not dare to enter the alley to Jeni's house.

Only a few steps away the four of them passed Mr. Jamal's house, the night wind felt once touched the skin when before it was not so.

Yanto tightened the glove fabric that was coiled around his neck especially when he felt the fur crouching began to bristle.

The wide alley was only less than 1 meter in size was difficult to pass by two people, so they had to one by one go hand in hand.

The frontmost realm, Manto in second place, behind him there is Iwan and the back is Yanto.

'' I go first, Yanto precedes Iwan's steps.

'' Jaelah, '' Iwan's grumble began to get annoyed with Yanto's timid attitude.

Right in front of Mr. Jamal's house, suddenly Alam stopped his steps.

'' What's up anyway ? '' asked Manto in surprise.

'' Shht..You hear me ? '' Nature turned her body staring intently at one by one her friend while keeping her index finger on her lips.

Manto and the others sharpened their thickets. While Yanto's face is getting tense especially now they are standing right in front of Pak Jamal's quiet house.

'' Ha..ha..you can be deceived, afraid, afraid, afraid ?'' cetus Alam moved next to his eyebrows without feeling guilty already made the panic of the three people who were with him.

'' Huuh.basic! Ngerjain we are. '' Manto shove a little bit of Nature's whiny shoulder.

Iwan and Yanto sighed after a while restrained due to panic caused by Nature.

Nature turned back to continue the stalled steps, but suddenly, just,,

Bruuk !!

Something fell down right before Nature, making the man's eyes widen staring at a lump of body wrapped in a dull white shroud with ties at each end.

'' Po-pocong !! '' Nature turned the body upside down and encouraged Manto to turn around.

Manto had seen something fall even though it was not so clear, he was shocked when Alam said that what fell just now was a pocong.

While Iwan and Yanto saw nothing because they were behind, they panicked and ran back down the road.

Their breaths gnawed as they made it out of the alley, Nature bent her arms to the knees that felt limp.

'' Did you really see the pocong ? '' asked Iwan who followed scared even though he did not see the pocong fall earlier.

'' Seriously I saw him fall right in front of my feet, do not know where the origin of his obvious shape is like a pocong, replied Nature who still regulate the breath.

'' I also had time to see there was a white-white fall from above, although not so clear see the shape anyway because it is blocked the same body of Nature, '' said Manto while wiping his sweat that began to wet the face.

'' I told you what, don't go through that alley still ngeyel. I just know now !! '' grumbled Yanto.

'' Did you see that earlier ? '' Iwan asked Yanto.

'' Nope. '' Yanto shakes his head.

'' Lah, don't see how to follow fear, '' said Iwan.

'' You also ran away, meaning fear too, right ? '' yanto's annoyance.

'' Yes if you do not run the body I can be stepped on with you guys earlier, denied Iwan.

Alam, Yanto and Manto followed behind, not wanting to be left in front of the alley.

Arriving at Pak Bejo's shop, they ordered coffee. Alam enthusiastically told what he saw earlier to the owner of the stall named Bejo.

Bejo who was busy brewing black coffee for them also occasionally frowned while listening to the story of Nature.

'' Didn't you guys meet Mr Jamal earlier ? He just came home from here and bought a cigarette, ", Bejo said.

The four people just looked at each other, then simultaneously shook their heads.

'' Don't-don't, not Mr. Jamal. Try to check the money he gave, who knows it leaves kayak in horror movies right, said Yanto.

Iwan who sat next to him elbowed Yanto's stomach until he grimaced. Iwan is increasingly upset with his three friends who tonight are acting strange and parno according to him.

Bejo was curious, he also opened a drawer where merchandise money is stored. With trembling hands, he carried a piece of paper and showed the four patrons.

The four people glared in disbelief at what they saw. A charred bus ticket that is now in the hands of the fat man.

Bejo threw the bus ticket in any place, shuddering.

While the others now face back tense, even Iwan was now starting to fear. The thing that cannot be digested by logic, in fear they continue to guess in their hearts if the one who buys cigarettes on Bejo is not Mr Jamal but a ghost, Jeni ?

I don't know if they themselves don't know, for sure they are sure that this must have something to do with Jeni's late home.

Too late to order coffee they can not go home quickly, but the taste is very eager to go home soon. But their patching time was not finished, not yet when he went home.

The atmosphere felt increasingly gripping, the highway that is usually passed by many vehicles and the current tares even feel quiet.

Only occasionally a car or motorcycle that passes there, it can also be counted with fingers.

To eliminate fear, Manto devoured the fry that were on the tray. His mouth was filled with fried foods that he chewed, with mixed feelings of his taste of food that he could not enjoy as usual.

Another with Nature who kept flirting back, scanned the surroundings of the area. The fear still whack makes itself misgivings. Occasionally he sipped black coffee to calm his heart a little, although such a way did not succeed in relieving his fear.

Another with Yanto who lit a cigarette but he did not his-ap, instead he put it on the bench that was behind him.

'' Se..engapain tuh cigarette in grapein that ? '' asked Manto astonished with his mouth filled with food until his voice was not so clearly heard.

'' Make the spirits not to disturb, said Yanto believing things they do not understand.

'' There is-there is your behavior, grumbled Iwan try to be more calm and hide the fear that has perched since seeing the bus ticket.

While Bejo himself continuously rubbed his back neck, occasionally drowning, his eyes circled all over the narrow side of his stall.

There was no conversation to break the silence and fear that felt thick at that time. They are busy in their own ways to eliminate fear and anxiety in themselves.

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''Qulir-ruhu min amri rabbi ''

The Spirit is the business of my Lord (Qs.Al-israa 85)

What is in this story is 100% fictitious, mystical events in this story just to add interesting content of the story that comes from the author's imagination. Please wisely respond to his 😉