45 Days of Terror in the PKL

45 Days of Terror in the PKL
Episode 80's



Our village head and our lecturers also returned home. And now only Kodir and Bety.


"There are things I want to say, and I promised my children to tell me about the history of the house you lived in during the PKL." Said mr. Kodir.


We also focus on listening to every word that Mr. Kodir said to us. He promised us he would tell us about the house when we didn't go back.


"When I tell you, I hope you're no longer back in my village, especially that house." Say Kodir sir back.


"Good sir." Answer Jonathan.


"When I was a teenager, the parents of Mr. Rojak were known as the magicians in our village. He is known to be a powerful person who heals and helps people from the heart or witchcraft. Not many people came to him at that time. Somehow the story goes, one day when I was going to adulthood lately I wanted to finish school. So many outsiders came to his house, most of them driving luxury vehicles."


"We were amazed by him, many people have started to come to ask for healing at him thought we were at that time. Until one by one of our villagers, especially in the hamlet of five, many died suddenly, from the old to the young." Mr. Kodir stopped the story.


Mr. Kodir turned on his cigarette and took a deep breath before continuing his story.


"At first we thought it was the end, but the more we die we realize the same thing in every person who dies in our hamlet. They always died lying in the bathroom, with a blue neck. We began to feel awkwardness, we had accused other hamlets. Until finally there was a young man who came to him to convey the intention to be able to study with him, the young man became his student."


"It was time for the young man to deepen his knowledge by becoming his assistant that was when everything was revealed. The young man was very surprised by the requests of his patients, until one day either kecelosan or how he told the young man that everything he did must be replaced with the life or blood of a man so that the power of his knowledge will not be defeated. It was then that the young man knew he was already in a vicious circle, trying to get out of it but there was no way out."


"At last the young man decided to tell everything to important indigenous figures in this village to stop his practice, but unfortunately the residents were ignited by the flames of anger until finally burning down his house at night. He died of a fire, a few months after he died the young man was gone forever. And that young man is my own younger brother." Said mr. Kodir.


We who listened to him were very shocked, not expecting that the story was actually very sad but made us goosebumps and dumbfounded.


"Thank you sir for telling this story, my friends and I mourn that your brother has calmed down with God in heaven." Jonathan.


"Look, amen, thank you for that." Answer mr. Kodir.


The conclusion I got about the house, why it was so horrible and creepy. Because the house is the former of the magic that was wrongly used, initially for good, the healing of people turned into a place that had the intention of hurting and even killing others. By sacrificing the lives of innocent people, that's why the house became terrible where a lot of anger and resentment continue to stick in the house.


Before Mr. Kodir and Ms. Bety came home, we had lunch together while chatting lightly and joking with each other. Until one question Bety ma'am who made me blush embarrassed.


"Have you heard Joana is dating Alex??" ask Bety ma'am.


"Yes ma'am." Answer me with a smile.


"When you want to get married, don't forget to invite your father and mother." Said Bety.


"Amin, yes ma'am." My answer.


My friends are all smiling. After that Mr. Kodir and Bety ma'am came home, so as not to be too late to his home. Finally, all our problems are resolved, we just submit our final report during the PKL.


To be continue.


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