Among Thousand Journeys

RogoSukmo

I sat down to read Alpha three times, Annas

three times, Alfalaq three times, verse the chair three times,

then I put my hands up and put them all over my body.

Then I fell asleep, closed my eyes and

reading the prayer that was taught by Kyai, do not forget to read the basmalah three times without breathing.

Leess!! I just fell asleep, you know

I was above my own body. Floating on

air, while my rough body lay

in room.

I'm gonna get out of the room through the wall, right,

salted in the air, flying here and there,

alight at the top of the coconut tree, then fly again, it feels free and comfortable, I

approaching the dhikr ceremony, still hovering

kite, I saw all the students other than myself were concentrating on their own wirids, while I saw kyai was also sitting on a sleeping pillow, and her right hand was not stopping to turn the prayer beads, Kyai looked at me and smiled, she said, then nod.

That was enough as a gesture for me, I also darted away, soared high into the dark sky, and was only illuminated by a few

the star that sees..

Actually my goal is my own village in

the district of Tuban, because I have been very surprised, with a school

madrasah, which is so haunted, I want to

investigate what really is at the school.

The madrassa was originally next to my house, but because it was next to my house hit by a plan

the expansion of the mosque, then the madrasah was moved to an empty land, to build the madrasah was certainly needed urukan land to

leveling the height of the land, and the land for urgency was taken from the surrounding land, then a trench was created, almost around the madrasah, if the droughts were completely devoid of water, there was no water, until the ground bottom of the trench cracks,,

But when the rainy season comes, the moat is full of water, and strangely enough, many fish will appear in the trench, from fish shoals, mujaers, catfish, such as milkfish, and other fish, he said, surprisingly, if the fish is taken and eaten, then people who eat will be poisoned.

The madrassa was far from the house of the inhabitants, the closest house was seventy meters, and the nearest house was seventy meters,

madrasahs are not electrically illiterate

given that the night madrasah is not used any activities, but there are indeed light bulbs and used to have been installed, but not yet

had been given a power line, but it is strange even without a cable line, if the night lights in the madrasah often turn on themselves.

The family that lives closest to

the madrasas were the family of Makrum, his wife Rah, his eleven-year-old daughter, and two boys, one nine, one two, pak Makrum's family is relocating from another village.

But not for a year living there, all

his family died one by one, from the

toddler died, followed by her brother, her brother

again, then Mr. Makrum's wife, and lastly

mr. Makrum himself died within a month, strangely without any prior illness at all.

The survivor is the son of Makrum who was married and brought to live in the area of her husband.

About fifty meters in front of the madrasah there is a pump well, made by santri, and during a long drought, there is a, in this pump well no matter day or night this well is always visited by people to take water, considering other wells are dry, but the well in front of this madrasah is never dry.

And for sure in the dry season, there will be stories

strange story, from the person who rides the algae while taking water at night, then see

ghost, macem-macem the story, there are

looking at the three-meter tall person, there was a

looking at the pocong, someone saw people

hang on the tree.

My sukmaku darted fast, the wind roared in my ears, and the wind fluttered until I untied my hair, until my hair wailed.

I looked down, the flickering lights were multicolored, and the buildings were towering, this must be Jakarta, I thought, because I saw from space, here and there, the car lights twinkling, I thought, lined up like the scales of a giant dragon.

Just a few minutes away I arrived in Jakarta. I'm soaring high, sometimes

swooping down. Ah how good it is to fly, I get hooked, I see it from the firecrackers

walking, I swooped down, and flew in

next to the train, I saw passengers on

inside, then I flew over the train and

get on it.

But soon it flew again, ahead of the train, and faster so that houses, trees, roads, villages, flashed fast, only shadows flashed.

I arrived at school for a moment

the madrasa I was going to. For a moment I stood floating in the air in front of the madrasah.

Slowly I entered, it was very quiet. I'm going room by room.

It's probably ten or eleven, maybe,

because I don't have a clock, I don't know the time.

I saw two young men, about three years old

dozens, two young men, his face is twinned, if I see it feels not from the genie, but from the curious spirit group, his face is quite handsome only pale as white as cotton, but from the spirit of the curious, in both of their eyes were black circles.

I went down to the ground, and walked over

them both.

“Who are you??” much

almost simultaneously.

“Why can't?”

“Means you're also a curious spirit like

we..?” ask them back.

And my prejudice is not wrong. That they're curious spirits.

“Oo so you guys who have been making issues

ghosts, scare the citizens here.?”

“We just need a place, and don't want to

bullied, so we're afraid of the citizens..”.

“Are you also the one who killed the whole family Pak Makrum?” my many.

“Ah, what does life mean for them.

hard, poor, and if dead at least

help us, so that people are afraid to stay in

this area..” said one of the spirits.

“You are so vile, seeing you as spirits

curious, of course you guys live always do

evil, but after death still do

crime...”

I remember what happened when I was a little friend

my school died with my eyes twitching and my tongue sticking out when I got home from school.

“Did you also kill Muflida,

little girl of ten?”

manya curious.

“Heh the girl, I strangled her.., because she saw me..” said one of the spirits, with.

mocking smile.

“Did you also make a child named Saeri, whose leg shins were broken, and now a limp?”

“I hit his foot with wood…

hahaha.” said the other spirit.

“Now you also have to leave here, stop far away ....!”

“E,e, who are you? Dare to ban us

stay here, we were here before you were born,”

“Alright I will force you,” I said

jump lunged.

I remember the word kyai if in the supernatural so that

imagine what we want, then I

imagining my hands burning, blasting the heat, and then with that hand I hit them, they both got shocked and jumped back, and then,

But my light body could drift immediately after the hunt, and a single blow struck one of those spirit chests…

He screamed his friend dragged back, because

his chest had hollowed out, a fistful, and gave off a burning, exorbitant smell.

Thin smoke billowed from the burning wound, and the spirit puffed up, temporarily

his friend immediately called him.

“Wait here tomorrow if you dare, our teacher

will hit you..” he said as he bolted.

go , jump over the high madrasah window.

I'm not chasing, I'm also darting away, too,

go home and want to see the wall clock, ah it turns out it's only twelve hours less a quarter.

I came out again floating up the mosque, down

at the end of the mustaka, stand looking around, front

the mosque is a highway, and the haunted place again is near the bridge, where time

the construction first, resulted in many casualties, whether the victim fell from the tower bok, or,

or pounded a hammer on an earth nail.

I walked towards the distant bridge

two hundred meters from the mosque, and only three

the second I stood on the bridge,

the atmosphere was quiet, but my eyes caught the figure of white clothes drifting even in the far side of the tomb, without thinking long I darted chasing until in the fork I came down and clingak-clinguk, he said, I remember in the T-junction

this is often an accident, there are children park

the child who was hit by a car and died on the spot.

There was also a farmer who wanted to go downstairs hit by a car and dragged five meters, although not to death.

It was still quiet, I didn't see the white shadow, I saw the meatball wagon that used to hang out, people called him Wakman, I saw he was still sitting on the regol plaster, smoking his cigarette, and I saw him,,

Seriate....