Bloody Pesantren

Terror

...Reality is sometimes not as good as fantasy...

...But why should I know such a harsh reality?...

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I've been constantly raving all over me from Ustadzah's room, Ilham is really annoying. Not meeting in person or via phone is still annoying.

He could have made my cheeks blush like this. And just as easily turn off the phone before I finish nagging him. Just be careful when you meet.

My footsteps stopped when I saw Dela and Iqlima talking to someone. They both smiled and then Dela crucified the man first. But who is that? The problem is that he's a man. As I know Dela was never looked at by her father nor Iqlima.

Dela's father doesn't live in this area with his new family. And Iqlima himself, as he once said, his father was paralyzed by an accident. And of course the father of my two friends I have never seen.

"See what, Ra?" I don't know when Iqlima and Dela are in front of me. Without waiting for my answer Dela immediately left without even seeing what else was stale with me. His expressionless face made me swallow a little disappointed.

Sad, certainly. But here I do not feel guilty, who should be angry is actually I am not? But why is it the opposite.

"That was, who was Ma?" Iqlima looked a little flutter, then occasionally looked towards Dela who was now almost in front of the room.

"Oh, that was Dad Dela"

Dad Dela? Why didn't he call us all? Usually anyone who comes to see him will definitely bring us to meet, even if just to introduce us.

Sure this makes me confused? The one who came was his father, but he only invited Iqlima, while yesterday when his cousin, Mom, Grandma or even his housemate who came he immediately invited us to acquaintances or have stale feelings. No matter where we are, what we do. What matters is that we have to come. Feels weird, doesn't it?

"Why don't you take me with Fitri and Ica? Usually like that" I looked at Iqlima probing.  From the movements of his eyes, Iqlima was seen composing an alibi. I'm sure there's something he's trying to hide from me. Sometimes his eyes stared at Dela who was still standing in front of the door staring flat at us.

Is Iqlima scared? His face looked so tense.

"Ma, Why?"

"That's because Fitri and Ica haven't returned. While you yourself still receive the phone" It makes sense, but unfortunately, Iqlima can not cover his nervousness. And I know he's not very good at lying.

"I am first yes" Iqlima immediately left from before me.

Accidentally my eyes saw someone smiling as if scorning me. Just for a moment, not for a few seconds because that person was leaving immediately.

Wait, his face felt familiar. But where have I seen him? 

"The person in this video has allied himself with this creature. I can't see it, Ra. All I know is, this thing gives off a jasmine"

My eyes were perfectly round, I remember now. The person who smiled at me was the same person who was in the Cctv.

I can't stay silent, that guy has made me and Ilham lose a parent.

I quickly ran up the stairs, trying to catch up, I hope he's not far away. I just kept trying to focus my eyes, lest I let my guard down, he should take responsibility for what he has done.

I stopped between the end of the hallway and the blue gate with a hunting breath. Fortunately the condition of the dormitory if Monday at this time is quiet, so security is still loose. But now, where am I supposed to look? turn the hallway? or straight through the blue gate.

I remember, every parked vehicle was around the assembly. It was a sign that he was most likely walking through the hallway. I immediately turned, running down the hallway.

My footsteps halted in the middle of the hallway, when I unconsciously realized that the clothes the person I was looking for was exactly the same as the clothes of the person who spoke to Dela and Iqlima earlier.

So all this time? Dela's father was the one who made me lose Father and Mother, and the fool I just found out about now.

Unknowingly my tears had already dripped, knowing this fact, making my heart ache.

Does Dela also have a share of everything I've been through these last few weeks? The woman in the well, then I who suddenly could see the invisible creatures. Did he make all this?

But for what reason did he do this? Is it because of inspiration? As far as I know, I had not known Inspiration when I fell into the well.

"Akhc!!" I haven't finished my brain digesting all this weirdness. Suddenly my neck felt choked.

No, it's not just my feeling. But there was indeed a hand that was now mercilessly strangling my neck hard.

I tried to open my eyes, and again my eyes were perfectly rounded when I saw the person I was looking for standing right in front of me.

I just kept struggling, trying to get his hands off my neck. While he just smiled as if mocking me.

"Le..bag!" My chest was already tight, he was too hard to choke me until my body was barely touched by the ground.

BUGH

My body hit the wall.

"Ohuk..."

"Ra, what's wrong with you?!" I saw Fitri and Nisa running towards me. They seemed to have just returned from sending their parents to the parking lot.

I tried to get up with the pain that really crumbled my bones. Not to mention the tightness caused by the giggling still makes it difficult for me to breathe.

I don't know what happens to me if I don't have a strong enough body defense.

I even forgot a few times this month my neck was choked and my body hit hard like this.   It seems like I'm fit to get into an Indonesian military base, if my height isn't this short.

"You don't walk with your eyes? why fall like a gini?" Nisa hit my sock-covered ankle.

"Part of his ankles are covered in kayak gini" Fitri added. I try to smile between my pain.

It seems like they did not see what I just experienced. judging from those who can still joke like this. Mercifully.

"Don't help you stand up!" I tried to show them an annoyed expression. They both chuckled and then pulled my hand.

I closed my eyes withstanding the excruciating pain in each of my bones. I think I need it on the ronsen, but once I have my bones moved the address.

"Why is it that every time you fall, it's always so sad?!" Fitri patted my dirty shirt.

"What are you doing here?" Nisa's cleaning the back of my shirt. Even though they look annoyed, but I know they're worried about this careless friend of his.

"Udah, let's go home. I was gonna pick you up. Uh fell instead"

Better they don't know the truth, it's too dangerous. But what about Iqlima? I already told my horror about the matter of the photo to him. I hope he can keep a secret. And maybe the truth that I just knew is better only I know.

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"Hiks...Hicks..."

I stopped my steps when I heard the sound of a sobbing. Who's crying at this hour?

"Ra, how come you stop? Let's go home!" I turned towards Iqlima who was waiting for me at the end of the hall.

We had just returned home to teach, and the clock had shown at eleven in the evening.

It's been almost a week since this incident in the hallway. And for a week now, Dela still silenced me. I kept trying to get him to talk. I want to clarify all the facts that I have.

"Is there still anyone in the assembly?" I ignored Iqlima's invitation. My body turned back, looking in all directions. As I recall, it was my last class to go home and indeed the schedule of the Early School was finished at ten.

And what I saw was indeed quiet, only the sound of crickets that occasionally replied.

Maybe I heard it wrong. I turned back, wanting to catch up with my friends who were far enough ahead of me.

"Hiks...Hix...Hicks...."

I stared straight at the corner of the hallway in front of me. There I saw a little boy sitting down on his knees, his long hair draped to the front covering his face.

I swallowed my hard-earned salivary, it was the corner where I hit last Monday, and the boy was sitting right where I fell.  My feelings started to feel bad but my feet continued to slowly step towards him.

I try to remember, whether in this boarding school there are children his age, but as I recall there are only boys.

A few more steps, I stopped. It felt like I wanted to turn around to avoid him, my feelings telling me to stay away.

I regret my attitude earlier that did not ask Iqlima to wait for me, I regret my attitude that was too pampered with what my ears heard.

Sorry is of no use either. Now I look back at the still sobbing little boy.

"Sir...why are the nights here?" I was still standing, not daring to touch it. Again he just cried.

I stretched out a hand trying to rub the tip of his head. But suddenly he looked up at me with eyes that bleed next door, not only blood that goes out but indeed his eyeballs have been deflated next to and his left cheek that looks torn.

"No responsibility!"