Abandoned House (True Story)

True Story - Anxious Full Night Part 4

When we arrived at the mysterious Grandfather's place, I did nothing but sit in a bamboo hall with my back against the wall of a house made of woven bamboo. Fatigue and fatigue are a strong reason, why we just keep quiet.

In fact, Arif and Ardan who originally had the idea to fix his dilapidated motorcycle, just keep quiet— lying with half of the body on top of this hall—Meski occasionally Arif checked his phone screen and clucked, he said, disappointed that I didn't get the signal.

It has been almost an hour we waited for the Grandpa— in this dimly lit house—but not yet seen the trunk of his nose. I don't know where he went. Back or not. But to be sure, me and the others are just a delicious meal for the blood-sucking night bug.

The only view in this house, only presents a row of banana trees and towering trees—slap uncontrollably— makes the situation around feel very gripping, very gripping, coupled with the sound of an owl that complements the anxiety in this self.

"When are we here, Rif?"

"Yes ... Wait for that Aki to come back, Den."

"Gue became curious about this house ...," interrupted Ardan, he got up and walked over to the door of the house made of flat boards. "Okay, hell, inside!"

"God! ... No!" gusar Arif, pull Ardan's shirt, "later expected a no-no!"

"Just look at doang!" muttered Ardan, back in his seat. "Why not fuck, anyway?"

"That's true, you. And," I said, "Gue knock, here. Yea?"

My seat is not so far from the main door—just need to stick out the left hand can reach the door—and I knocked it, three times, subtly.

"Excuse me ...." We were silent for a moment, hoping someone would respond.

"Try it!" 

"Excuse me ...." Back I knocked on that door, but this time it was a little powered up.

"Excuse me! ...." But still, no one answered my voice.

"Don't you, Grandpa lives alone in this house?" ardan.

"It could be ...," I said, in a limp tone, "why not try the Jagur oprek, Dan?"

"Where's the tools?" crop Arif. "I thought I could pinjem the same tool as Grandpa."

"There is nothing we can do ..," muttered Ardan, in a soft tone.

My back slumped to the right until I finally lay down. The cold that ambushed my skin—feel so piercing—makes my eyelids heavier. 

"Sleep you, Den?" Arif patted my arm.

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The sound of birds chirping faintly sounded in my ears, I furrowed my brows, as I heard the stream so clear.

River? ... I was aghast, instantly rising from my sleep, with millions of big question marks on my head.

With a state of panic and daze, I patted Arif and the others. With eyes endlessly circling in all directions.

Whether I was dreaming, obviously this is impossible.

How could we all move places without us noticing.

My memories are still very good, and I'm still very sane, but why does all this make me feel like people forget memories. My brain can't take all this.

The shanty-walled room with the wooden hall we slept in last night, vanished without a trace, as if it had been swallowed by the earth.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a stream that hit the big rocks, where one of them became our beach at the moment.

I still can't believe how I slept on a big rock on the river.

I scooped up the lyrics on Arif who was still fast asleep with Ardan and Alvien, "Oi! ... The rif! Wake, come!" I sifted his body until it swayed violently.

But for the second time, Arif brushed off my arm, "Whispering! ... " Arif looks furious, of course I have to be more violent again.

"Noh!," I pointed Arif's face towards the river, "that's the noise, not me!"

He was soon stunned to his feet. His head twisted—combed the riverbank in haste.

"Cock!" Arif turned his head and turned around greedily, "Gue why is it here!?"

Every now and then he patted his cheeks—s heard strong enough—and that's what I did when I first woke up in this place.

Yes look up, the look on his face illustrates the incredible confusion—seen from the furrowed eyebrows almost united. "Where is this?"

"Lu, look where it is!" I turned the question upside down, because my brain didn't even understand what was really going on.

"Home ... Pwel ... Where!?"

I bowed, approaching my face, "Stone! ... You sleep on a rock, Rif!"

Arif threw away his face. He stood firm, still in the fog. "Ah, crazy! this is not possible!" Arif exclaimed with a high tone. Unknowingly his voice had disturbed Ardan and Alvien.

"Oi!" sergeant Ardan, stand by gnawing at my body. "Campus!"

"Sir, why is this!"

I saw no one among the four of us who had a calm face. All seemed to dissolve in panic, realizing he was mysteriously stranded in the middle of a fast-moving river.

"From the beginning I felt something was wrong!" said Alvien, still looks limp from the way it stands.

"That's why, I don't believe the same Grandpa isn't clear, that's!" sanku.

"Name, noh ... Let's invite people!"

"Lu said last night 'From here' Now? You're feeling, me?"

"Udah ... Don't argue, do it!" I interrupted the two of them, "We better get out of here!"

Arif flinched, the more panicked, "MOTOR GUE!"

"Oi! ... The corn!"

"Jagurr!"

"At the ngaco, si! Search, even dieriakin!" I may be panicking, but I'm not as crazy as them.

I squinted, combing the riverbank, to find a way we could go. But as far as the eye could see, I saw no path anywhere. There was only steep ground that stretched along the side of the river.

How we got down here is still a mystery. There is no flat land we can take to go up or down here.

"We'd better find a way, before the Katulampa dam opens!" I stepped from stone to stone towards the river's lips.

In rainy season like this, the river flow can rise at any time. I could see on all the banks of the river, so much garbage scattered everywhere— became a sign that the river water was once that high.

"Just be horrified, you!"

"Slow down, this slippery rock!"

"Apes ... Apes!"

"Vien?"

"Oits?"

"Conditions?"

"Friendly, Den!"

"Snips ... "

And finally we arrived at the river lips—still in the form of a large and flat rock— that stretches along but.

I raise my chin, to see the end of a steep cliff that runs along the lower reaches of the river—it's like a giant fence that shuts us down here.

We stepped along the river bank very carefully, because what became our footing was a mossy and muddy rock.

"Gue think there will be no way even though we follow this coral to the end," complained Ardan.

I looked back, "If the ball is trying to know where, si ...."

"It's not that ... It's see itself—" Ardan pointed towards the front, "this rock is over!"

I sighed, looking up at the cliff, "There's no other choice!"

"Good?" Arif came up to me and stared at the edge of the cliff. "Related to go that high?"

Grusakk ... Grusaakk ...

I don't know what Ardan is doing, he seems to be scraping the grass that is creeping over the cliff. "It's not just high! It's wet ground, Den!"

"Yes ... One time slipping—" Alvien looked up and lowered his head, observing the top down, "then we'll smell this sharp coral!"

"Come on, Vin!" tymphal Ardan.

"No ... At least your pale somplak!"

"Goddess ... Even to the joke." I approached the cliff that looked not so steep. "From here it can be like."

My fingers clutched firmly on the grasses growing on the cliff body. But in vain, the grass was not strong to withstand heavy loads.

I turned my head, looking for another way to climb this cliff of land.

"Vienna ... Ambilin that rod." I pointed at a dry branch the size of a sling's broomstick.

"Make what?" Alvien gave me the rod I meant.

I started to prick the stem deep. Maybe this stem is not so pointy but enough to gouge the soil until hollow.

"Follow me ...." With the hole I made on the cliff body—became a ladder for us to stand on. I started to crawl up slowly followed by Arif and the others.

Maybe I'm lucky because the soil here is quite moist, not so draining to dig it. But this will also be very dangerous, because the soil is so fragile and slippery.

"Oiii! Ati-title ... Lu until jatoh, everybody go with this jotoh!" pekik Arif, right under me.

"Bikin' the hole a little sunken in, Den! Let the feet come in steadily!" added Ardan.

"You guys are focused on going up, the problem of holes, I'm the master, it's!"

Step by step I went through, until finally I was able to reach the green grass that was on the edge of the cliff. Finally!!!

I firmly gripped the reeds that grew on the edge of the cliff and then crawled up to the surface.

The breeze gently felt my hair, bringing with it the rumbling of a passing vehicle. Maybe we're not that far from the highway.

I stood firm and spread out my hands, "Alhamdulilah .... Finally!" I exclaimed as I walked on the ground flat.

I frowned, as I turned towards the bottom. "Oiii, why are you still at the bottom!"

"Lu ... Gouging the ground on getting into my eyes!"

"Ha-ha-ha. Sorry ... I guess you're on the ride!" I crouched still down staring at Ardan and the others. "Yes, it's up! But make sure your feet aren't wet!"

Arif took over, he started to slowly crawl up the cliff body slowly. Alvien and Ardan.

"Ah, crazy, torture very much!" said Arif who just arrived, followed by Alvien and Ardan.

I scanned around the location with a twisted face. There was only a wild garden filled with trees and shrubs that spread, as far as the eye could see.

"Well! That's my bike!" Arif stuck his hand towards the riverbank—just on a big rock. "Yahuurrr!" He exclaimed as if he did not want to lose his favorite motorcycle.

"Udah the Rif ... We'll be back here again!" ardan's advice, and is voiced by Arif.

"Don't bring that banda! Bring yourself up half dead!" timpal Alvien's.

"Come ...."

And we began to walk further and further from the edge of the cliff, breaking through the shade of the weeds are quite high. Armed with dry twigs, I slashed down the reeds blocking the way.

So far we have not found any paths around here, when as I remember last night we stepped on the path with the mysterious Grandfather.

"Well! ... Look—" I pointed at the road in front of me, "That's where our motor dies!"

The faces of my friends were no longer beaming, they all looked very tired and uninspired.

"Certainly? The road, right, is still far away, Den." said Ardan, in a lethargic tone.

"Rg. The chain is still a long way off, Coy .." - cf. Alvien.

Feeling unable to walk anymore, we decided to sit on the shoulder of the road—hope there is a vehicle passing by.

"Stop if there is a car or motorcycle passing by," said Arif, raising his hand. "Gue paid whatever he asked for!"

"Have money, you?"

"The mountain, Iah!"

There's not much we can do here, just sit on a piece of banana leaf on the side of the road. Looks like a dazed person, groping heads—to the left and to the right—waiting for something uncertain.

"Liat dong—" Ardan thrust his yams towards Alvien, "no potty?"

"No, Iah!"

"Si Arif aja older no gray ...."

"Yes, can! Later here will also gray. Pleased, lu!"

I sharpened my eyes, as faintly saw something moving from a distance. I got up and waited impatiently. "motor ... The motor!"

"Seriously, lu?" Arif also rose up excitedly. His face up and down, left-right, "Stop! He!"

"Falm! Later even suspected of evil intentions!" sergeant Ardan.

"You guys are silent ... Let me stop!"

Until finally the motor vehicle was getting closer from the direction in the Plant. And he seemed to realize that we were going to take action on him. To the extent that he chose the other lip of the road.

Stroke.tok-tok-tok-tok ....

Feeling that I was getting closer, I descended to the body of the road, with arms outstretched, "Sir!... Wait, Sir!" I called out while throwing a smile at him and waving a little.

Unable to dodge it again, finally the vehicle stopped, of course I approached him with quick steps, "I'm sorry, Pak—" he opened the glass helmet and looked at me.

"What's up, yeah. Mas?"

"Before I apologize for interrupting the trip, Bapak—"

"Yes, but I'm in a hurry—"

"I'd like to ask you a favor, sir. Our bike was stuck in the river, we wanted to go home but there was no vehicle. Can we ask for help?"

"Please what, Mom?"

"Please tell the taxi driver who is in Gg. Loji, to come here to pick us up."

The driver glanced at Arif and the others, "Then, Mas'll just come with me."

"Wahhh, may, sir?"

"I happened to get through it" he replied telling me to ride his bike.

"Good, Sir. Thank you so much in advance." I immediately got on the vehicle.

Tinnn ... Tinnn ...

"Yes, Mr. ..," cried Arif, as we began to drive.

Only then could I breathe the fresh air that was blowing moderately, accompanying my journey.

"Indeed, where did you come from? How, can the bike get stuck in the river?"

"The story is long and strange, sir"

"Any?"

"Last night, the bike I was on broke down. And as I recall there was an old Grandpa who offered us a place to rest."

"Gee! ... There's no way there's an old grandpa, Mom. As far as I know there is no house in the area. That, right. The former rubber garden that was not taken care of anymore."

"But I'm sure, sir. Even I was taken to a hut house ... And that's where we last night."

"House shack?"

"Surprisingly, when we are all conscious. It turned out that me and my friends were already on a big rock, right in the middle of the river! And that's why our bike got stuck in there."

"Waduh! ...."

"At first I thought this was motorcycle theft. But it turns out our bike is not lost!"

"Wadm ... So spooky! But if you try to bring up the past ... It's a very haunted place, Mas!"

"Angker, Sir?"

"Nobody here would dare to pass the line if it was more than five o'clock in the afternoon—" The driver stuck out his arm showing a T-junction that we were passing through. "At least up to this fork."

"Oh, so, yes, sir. Where do you live yourself?"

"My house is in Bubulak, Mas. I ran out of Ciomas, so cut my way through here."

"Can go through to Ciomas, yeah. Sir?"

"Can, Mas."

The scenery that only presents a row of trees and weeds, has now turned into a densely populated area that is very crowded. Houses appear to be lined up along the road as the activities of the citizens who passed by. But not infrequently also relax in front of his house, by sitting in the bamboo hall accompanied by a cup of coffee.

Before long the vehicle slowed down, then pulled over right in front of a post made of bamboo—big size brownish yellow—roofed. There is a pelang that says 'Loji Ojek Base'.

I got off, and slightly bowed, "Thank you very much, sir. On the ride."

"Sama-sama, Mas." he replied, then left and disappeared among the other vehicles that crowded the highway.

I immediately approached several men who were gathered inside the ojek post. "Mang ... I need four bikes to get me?"

Hearing that, all the men who were indeed waiting for rent exclaimed and rose swiftly. And one of the Ojek builders exclaimed, "Four bikes, Kang?"

"Yu, Mang, soon. Poor fellow has waited long enough."

"Wood! Ready ...."

Suddenly the atmosphere became boisterous by the sound of motor vehicles living simultaneously. I came back with four bikes behind me. In order to suppress the time while on the way, I had a little chat with the driver.

"Well! ... How can you get there, Kang? There's no road there, huh?" reply ojek driver to me.

"I'm confused too, Mang."

"Indeed, Kang's way over there haunted! What else in front of the blaze."

"Trends? Bathhouse isn't it, Mang?" askaku.

"Yes ... It hasn't been made in a long time, Kang ... Kan, not far from there is a former fire house, but it has been a long time. Victim's woman! Burned ... Where else is pregnant." His body shuddered after he told me.

"Ah, who's really, Mang?"

"Yeah ... Teu trusts Akang, mah."

"I also experienced a strange incident not far from the blaze, Mang!"

"It's not strange, Kang! Can't be counted anymore ... So people here if it's past five o'clock no one dares to enter" added the ojek driver.

It is fitting that this road is very quiet if night comes, it is not without reason.

"That, Kang? Her friend?"

"Rubber, Mang. We pull over, Mang."

*******

After I picked up Ardan and the others, we went back to Arif's house in Gg. Chain, and when I got there I told the incident that we experienced to the Arif family, until finally we rented a tow truck to evacuate the vehicle that was trapped on the river bank.

Evacuation takes hours, because the terrain is quite difficult to pass by four-wheeled vehicles. Plus the slippery road adds to the dismal process of lifting a motorcycle stuck in the ravine. Until one o'clock in the afternoon, we managed to lift the motor to the surface and bring it home.

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