ALPENIA (The Cruel Small Town)

Hoopla And Question Marks

Iswanti who has read hundreds of times the history of this city, no need to bother anymore to write his essay. He had already memorized it out of his head.

A piece of paper had been fulfilled with his neat handwriting. Soon, his task will be done.

Suddenly the ignorant young man who often disturbed him approached. It was suspected that it would be backfired again, but the estimate this time was wrong. A Salman Darmawan suddenly greeted warmly.

"Can you sit here?"

The glasses girl did not answer. And, Salman suddenly sat next to him without permission. Creating such a close distance, no more than an inch.

"Well, is your essay long?" salman said in pleasantries.

Iswanti realized something. Must be that annoying young man wanting to ask for help from her. Human nature is sometimes strange. When in need, people will be as good as angels. And when their needs are met, they will return to their original nature, which is often worse than animals.

Iswanti chose silence. Continue the writing that is still lacking.

Salman stole the look of the girl's writing using the edge of her eye.

Iswanti who realized this did not remain silent. He immediately closed the paper with both of his palms.

Salman was confused. How he would accomplish this task, his writing ability was really bad. Plus, now he was asked to comment on history. Get more in the head.

The girl who wants to be asked for help, seems not to be willing. Salman knew that Iswanti was completely innocent if she did not want to help.

The young man also woke up. He should be able to behave better with others. In order for when in need of help, there will be people who will lend a hand. Now, he himself was difficult, because everyone had turned their faces away.

Salman finally left with a nil result.

While Iswanti looked at the face of the young man who was a little moody.

There was a bit of guilt in his heart, for having ignored Salman. However, Iswanti was only an ordinary human. Want to retaliate to ease the pain, natural right?

***

Ulfa and Annisa look compact, writing on different papers but staring at the same package book.

Renaldi who sat opposite them occasionally noticed, because not infrequently the girls laughed a little while reading.

A little strange indeed, since when did the history lesson have humor? But, that's the point. Small things, if done with friends, will have a more pleasant impression.

Intan and Ikbal sat next to each other, on their backs with Renaldi. They both look happy and happy too.

"Ow .. This is a really hard teacher!" intan's overwhelmed protest opened the pages of the book in front of him. "It's a big thick book!"

"Patience!" renaldi said without seeing Intan.

"Gue doesn't need any advice from you!" sahut Intan pitched sebal, "your own business work!"

Renaldi raises eyebrows. Feels weird. Where was Intan yesterday afternoon? Now, the girl seemed to have returned to factory mode.

"OK," Renaldi replied, then continued writing.

***

Ikbal who had been listening, was getting uncomfortable because Annisa and Ulfa were too often laughing. He was inflamed, and rebuked them with an expressionless face.

"Can you shut up?!" Ikbal turned around, staring at the two girls who instantly stopped laughing.

Annisa stared at him for a moment, then shut her mouth tightly. Follow the cold hot man's will. Hot because of fast anger, cold because his face is sometimes expressionless.

Annisa who tried to survive, within two minutes later, her little laugh came back.

"It's a library, not a stage joke. Can you shut up anyway, lo?!" reprimand Ikbal again. This time without turning his face, but with a slightly raised tone of speech.

Annisa admits her guilt. But as he remembered, he just laughed softly. Can his actions really bother Ikbal?

"Okay Annisa's. Quiet down!" plant it in the heart.

Annisa and Ulfa continued, this time reading inwardly. But when they found a strange and funny word, they stared at each other, and held back a laugh.

Many times like that, until finally they can no longer hold it. Spontaneous, spurting all the restrained laughter earlier. This time loudly, until all the students who were in the room were astonished.

Without further ado, Ikbal immediately faced them, carrying all the anger that was ready to be poured out with slurs and indecisive chatter.

"Gue said shut up, shut up!" he glared at Annisa and Ulfa.

"Bitch!" ketus Ikbal while turning over.

"Excuse me! I just whispered a laugh, you said troublemaker? Bayangin name for lo who always disturb and care for the lives of others!" annisa's reply didn't take.

Ikbal paused, looking back at Annisa full of annoyance.

Annisa was no less confident, raising her face so that she could see the eyes of the annoying man.

Renaldi finally stood up to mediate, not wanting any more commotion. "Udah, don't fight!"

And all of a sudden, the real chaotic atmosphere occurred when suddenly it was raining heavily outside the room. Then, Iswanti squealed very loudly. His body floated up, and his eyes were all whitened as well. Exactly a week ago, it was repeated.

"Seriously she's possessed again?" umpat Intan still had time to squint his eyes thick, although with a little fear.

"Let's get out!" Ikbal pulled his twin sister out of the room. Along with everyone who scattered, no matter if you have to hit the rain.

Annisa invites Ulfa out, but again Ulfa is trapped by a chair. Weight problems.

Books are flying off the shelf. And somehow, it seems like Iswanti is in control. Not only that, he also slammed the door just by moving his hand without touching, the tub has telekinetic power.

Annisa manages to take out the trapped Ulfa. But it was too late, the door was closed. They also hide on the sidelines of bookshelves that have been chaotic.

Before long, Iswanti learns of Annisa and Ulfa's frightened existence. He also approached the two girls.

"Iswanti. Conscious!" annisa shouted with trembling body hearing the giggling Iswanti. With a moving mouth, saying strange things. Like reading a spell.

However, Iswanti instead acted further and further. He bent Annisa's body far away until it fell to the floor with invisible force. Separate it from Ulfa.

Ulfa cries again, wanting to help the unconscious Annisa. His body seemed to freeze. Cannot be moved one bit.

Iswanti is approaching. With a grin on his sinister face, that made the fat girl goosebumps half to death.

"Aahhh," cried Ulfa unanimously.

Iswanti roared at Ulfa's body, not forgetting to show a wide smile and neigh more loudly.

It happened exactly like last week. He didn't hurt Ulfa physically. However, this time, Iswanti whispered something. "Prepare for what is to come!" A hoarse voice resembling the old woman filled Ulfa's eardrum.

Just by whispering those words, the spirit that was clinging to Iswanti's body, suddenly slipped out of the air. Iswanti fell to the floor from a height of one meter.

Ulfa, who was half frightened, tried to wake Annisa up. Because he still did not dare to touch the same unconscious Iswanti.

"Annisa, wake!" Ulfa said while shaking the body of his friend.

And after a few shocks, Annisa also realized while holding her head that felt influential. He also looked at Iswanti who was lying on the floor not far there. Then I asked Ulfa.

"Is he okay?"

Ulfa shook her head, an ignorant sign. "Let's get out!" he is still trembling.

"wait. Let's wake up first Iswanti!" said Annisa rose with a faint feeling in her knees, approaching Iswanti who was still unconscious.

"Hey. Oye. Wake up!" annisa said ventured, in contrast to Ulfa who stood a little far away. Afraid Iswanti is still not the real Iswanti.

Seen the eyes that radiate through the glasses he wears. The color of Iswanti's eyes has returned. Not like that, all white.

Annisa raised him by holding the girl's hand on her shoulder. Because Iswanti is still unable to stand alone.

Seeing his two best friends need help. And feeling the atmosphere starting to normal, Ulfa finally helped, memapah Iswanti who was helpless.

He raged, thinking of the words of the spirit that possessed Iswanti earlier.

"What does that mean?"

"What's coming?"

"Why was he the only one given the message?"

"Why isn't Annisa in the same room?"

"And why does the spirit not dare to hurt him? As for Annisa, easily without cue. "

All those questions were mounting inside Ulfa's head.