A Bunch of Horror Stories
episode 46 (if you live I miss part 1 )
The rain accompanied me on the way home, the drops were cruel and bitter making my spirit fade, the occasional lightning struck me still awake, strengthening myself, although the journey may still be far away but I tried to continue the journey.
My phone almost died peacefully, complete with my GPS, which I can be sure if I get lost it will be difficult to remember the day was about to enter the night.
There was no house in my enclosure at all, only me, the asphalt, the road dividers and the lush trees I was half was, afraid of goosebumps and very tired.
2 hours ago an invitation from my ex-boyfriend, he got married, I went alone without taking my boyfriend who happened to be still a secret of God, and unfortunately also automatically I went home alone as well.
The rain still has not subsided, I increasingly entered into the wilderness in the eastern area of Yogyakarta, Gunungkidul, I do not really remember the road when I left, let alone go home, especially, moreover, the day began to dark and certainly aggravated by the rain that flushed the earth without stopping,
Within a radius of half a kilo meter I saw at a glance a large gate, high, not so I noticed the name of the gate, I entered it, but I could not believe, black asphalt without me realizing it suddenly vanished, disappeared, changing with the clay so slippery, I fell.
Srttt.. Srt*t..
Bruck…
Srute…
I fell a bit far away, a few meters in front of me was a ravine and luck was still on my side.
No one helped, no one helped, only I had so much trouble lifting my bike in the rain,
Around just a lush forest of trees, I shuddered, my hair was goosebumps, I looked left and right I could not find a house or a light, it's just that there was one light that was a bit dark in the straight direction of my path earlier,
I rushed there.
I call my motorcycle.
Arriving at the light I meant, a bearded old woman wearing a kebaya, carrying a petromak lamp, an independent lamp of old times, appeared in front of her house, and was,
In the right hand of the woman holding the petromak, her left hand holding the stick,
In the heavy rain I noticed it, rather faintly indeed,
The old woman watched me, until a few meters away when I passed by her I glanced at the old woman,
His face was bulging, seemingly dislikeful of my arrival, several times he hit his stick to the ground,
Finally I just passed it, while praying I was always given salvation, he said,
A few meters from the woman I saw a village, it looked beautiful, it was very rural and I could not find any modern lighting, it was probably off, I thought, I headed to one of the houses in the village,
My motorbike I stopped, I saw a father, wearing a sarong, and he was not wearing clothes, but it was raining heavily of course the air was very cold and contrasted with the father who did not wear the shirt
“Excuse pak”
“Let's please” by using the subtle Javanese language the father responded to me
“Please excuse me, sir, the cross-section of the road to get to Bantul* where yes sir?” Much
(*Bantul is my city, one of the districts in Jogjakarta province)
“Bantul?” The father tried to glare
“Iya pak”
The father tried to remember while Komari Kamit tried to find the area I was looking for, I understand he did not understand
“Or maybe Parangtritis Beach* sir?” Parang Tritis beach maybe the father better understand
(* Parangtritis is one of the beaches in Bantul area, the beach is very famous)
“Parangtritis beach?”
He started thinking back, trying to remember, not saying anything to me.
I began to despair to ask, and began to think ill, to the father, I rushed to end maybe later if there are people I will ask again, I asked the last question
“Or maybe the direction of East North South?”
“Oh, east there mas, south there, North there, and west there”
He said while pointing his hand
I think something's wrong
“Arah south there huh sir?” Much
“Iya mas”
“If the direction of the south coast there yes sir means” Parangtritis is the south coast, automatically if I go straight to the south I will definitely go to the beach Parangtritis considering geographically, Gunungkidul in northern Parangtritis
“True mas, south coast to sana”
I was a little confused, but trying to stay friendly I thought something was wrong.
“Alright sir, thank you very much, I beg your permission to go home”
“Good mas, don't stop by first”
“No sir thanks”
The father suddenly stuck out his hand, I was a bit clumsy, he tried to shake my hand, with a bit clumsy I shook his hand, but when holding his hand, it was cold, it was cold, my hands were cold, even I was rained on and of course my hands were colder than usual, but when I held them, my hands were cold, something was wrong, I thought to myself
I turned on my motorcycle, rushed to the south which the father directed, a few meters in front of a stall with only Dian sentir*
(The jolt is a lighting device with a use like a candle in my place)
I stopped in front of the shop, had a lot of food, put on my coat and motorcycle and entered the shop
“Kulonuwun*” I tried to greet the stall seller
(*Kulonuwun is an excuse in fine Javanese)
“Mari mas”
A middle-aged woman came out of the house, apparently answering me
“Buk want to order eat”
“Please mas” the middle-aged woman invited me to eat food
There are some foods, such as catfish, fish, chicken, bananas, boiled sweet potatoes, and some other foods, but I did not find food in the form of fried foods, or packaging everything in boiled, boiled, or some are grilled like roasted chicken,
I picked up the rice, considering I traveled almost 3 hours and my stomach was so hungry I took the rice and grilled chicken, he said,
Beyond my guesswork, roasted chicken is so good! I even thought that one day I would go to this place again with my friend to try this shop.
After eating I drank the water provided, my thirst recovered.
“Buk, raining from earlier ya buk?”
I'm trying to make small talk
“Iya mas” replied it was short, it felt like he replied uncomfortably, his head lowered, almost never seeing me, whether he was trying to be polite or because he was uncomfortable with my existence, maybe there's no customer and I'm the only one
“Sorry buk, this is the village apa”
“KENDIL” village he still answered briefly, his face still down
“Kendil Village?” I asked to be sure, but the mother did not answer, now I am uncomfortable, maybe more precisely not happy, because maybe because maybe because my arrival this mother became uncomfortable.
I pay, I pay,
“How much is this all?”
He stood up, but did not see me just looking at the food he was providing
“I ate, rice, grilled chicken, two beans, and water”
Mother is counting
“Nine hundred mas”
“Hah?” I was in shock, shocked, almost in disbelief and then in pain, suddenly limp
Food in the middle of a village like this cost a fantastic nine hundred thousand!
“Sorry how much buk?”
Mother counts again
“Hah?” I can't believe it
“Sorry buk for grilled chicken how much?”
Then the mother explained, this explanation is the longest she had ever said
“Nasi three hundred, roasted chicken four hundred, beans two hundred, white water fifty”
The mother explained with a heart, heart,
I pushed my body backwards, this is all awkward! Something went wrong, I was a bit limp, pinching my hand but it hurt, ah right I didn't dream this was all real, I was,
I don't know what to do, though,
I braced myself, and then I asked again,
“Sorry nine hundred thousand or nine hundred rupiah”
The mother did not answer, seemed confused, maybe confused to explain, the look of her face that was always hidden was clearly confused, the mother was confused,
I don't know what to do
“Nine hundred”
“Hah?”
Spontaneously I can't believe, 2022 where there's food cost nine hundred silver?
Where's ada?
I tried to cover up my disbelief, I took two thousand, I gave it to the mother,
The mother accepted, then, looked at me, only this time I was stared at by the mother, her face looked pale, her face stiff, her face was covered with dirt or did I not understand, her bones were rather visible, his lips broke stiffly, though,
Now I'm the one who turns down, doesn't dare to look at him, my feelings are mixed up, I've never seen a woman like this, even though I'm a man but I want to cry, or asking my mother for help, she was more like a mummy that had just been embalmed!
I didn't realize it, the face was never shown to me, hysterical in my heart I was limp, sitting down about to faint, but lightning made me realize that I was a man, and I had to finish all this.
I'm trying to be okay, I'm taking a breath, the mother's back down, the,
Returned me two thousand notes, I held the money I put in my wallet
I thought hard, did I run away? Not paying? Then riding my motorcycle fast? And never look back, is it still raining? That mother can't catch me, how am I supposed to wear a coat? Where did I put my coat?
Where my mind where! I opened my wallet, the mother still seemed to notice my behavior, I tried to stay sane and realistic, stay calm and cover my stuttering, my surprise, I was so happy,
In the wallet there is 1000 coins, the money was money in the 80s, the 1000s a picture of Goro-Goro photos, commonly used for scrapings, large coins.
The mother received my money lifting it up, then noticed me, I looked down again, scared.
The mother accepted it,
“Save the change buk” by gathering courage I try to be in good faith by bribing the mother so that all is well.
“Eh” the mother noticed me, I told her to look at the mother's face,
We looked awkward, inwardly, this mother was human, but I noticed again,
Her hair was white, bleached, I noticed again
Holy hooch!
I goosebumps, shock and my guts fall, my gosh at the end of mom's head looks like maggots gnawing at her head,
I sat down again, this time more frightened, worried bitter and now wanting to cry even harder,
For the second time the night lightning struck me.
“Separ” mother that disperse me, I want to feel like I just passed out.
Arrived, arrived,
The mother came back, behind her a figure in the darkness, in the dim light Dian flicked the figure out,
Holy hooch!
I'm sure, a very pretty girl, in her 20s in a white dress, rich and smiling looked at me, looking at me,
Holy hooch!
It contrasts sharply with the circumstances around it
The mother and the beautiful girl spoke, and,
Under the rain and lightning I did not hear, just watching them talk
I waited, occasionally from the hand of the mother gave a code by pointing at me indicating that she was talking about me,
I was wrong, I wanted to leave, I paid, I didn't have anything wrong either,
I strengthened my resolve, though,
I puffed my chest, I,
I'm gonna put my feet up, though,
I stood up
However,
“Mas?”
The girl greeted me, her face was smiling in shame, from her gait
“Eh”
“Before mas” the girl knew I was about to leave,
The girl entered his house
Some time out again, bring a black coffee
I scratched my head, not understanding.
The girl was sitting right next to me, she was trying to smile, her smile was sweet, so sweet that it made me forget my life, I fell, fell in a hole, never to come out again, LOVE, I love, falling in love for the first time in my life, after a crumble of seeing my ex marry that pretentious, rich idiot.
“This I made kopi” the girl smiled, embarrassed, sometimes down, her face red hiding something
“Eh” I replied, I did it, it took a good time to respond to his words
“This coffee is drunk first, cold rush” he smiled back at me, I did not return the view, his gaze stabbed my feelings, mixing facts, reality and delusion.
“Eh yes” I answered wrong
The black coffee I was holding, my hands were trembling, I was not afraid, just a little bit angry, nervous and I don't know what this is.
The black coffee I hold, I hold,
Suddenly a strange feeling came upon me, I don't know what this feeling was,
I'm trying to think sanely, though,
I was holding the coffee, but I was sure the glass was not as hot as the girl said, it was cold, even very cold it could be said that there was no heat at all,
I drank a little, though,
I choked, I almost spilled the coffee, it was weird, it smelled sweet, it was blooming, and it was so bitter, it wasn't bitter coffee, it was bitter like a plant, I never drank coffee like this, this is not coffee!
I noticed again, I saw the coffee, in the dim I think this is not coffee, I need my mouth that still has coffee
Holy hooch!
The texture is I'm sure it's not coffee, it's blood!
...ANNOUNCEMENT ...
For part 2 tomorrow
