COBBY

Tearless Papat

There are some people, when they feel the fear of being unconscious immediately. This was also what Hasan had expected. But unfortunately, Hasan was too fit to fall unconscious. He stood still looking at the two terrifying figures in the room.

The dark, long hair dangled until it touched the floor. The long black fingernails are grasping a slimy object with a bright red color like agar. Hasan ogah guessed what they were tasting.

With a heart, Hasan stepped back. He tried not to make the slightest sound. Hasan did not want to interfere with the activities of the two creatures who were engrossed with the breakfast menu.

As Hasan's step back reached the living room, Purbo came carrying two cups of warm drinks. Purbo observes the change in expression of Hasan's anxious face with his pale blue lips.

"Mas Hasan why?" ask Purbo curious.

"Ah, yes? Why what is it?" Hasan asked back with a slightly stuttering voice.

"Some people are scared. Or is his leg still cramping? It hurt?" ask Purbo again.

"Not really, Mas" Hasan shook his head quickly.

"Emm, let's sit down then. Drinking ginger angel pas nih, mumpung air is also cold cold again," Purbo invites Hasan to sit in the living room chair.

"Emm Anu Mas's. Sorry, I just want to say goodbye" said Hasan arrived.

Purbo felt increasingly strange with Hasan's behavior. Why did the guest arrive alone with an expression like a frightened person?

"Drink first Mas" said Purbo.

"Sorry Mas has been troublesome and thanks for the massage oil. I want to say goodbye," said Hasan kekeuh while continuing to walk backwards.

Seeing the kindness of Purbo, Hasan actually felt bad. But after finding a strange sight in the room, it is foolish if he does not immediately go away from the house.

Cold sweat began to wet Hasan's back. The armpits also feel wet and sticky. He continued to walk backwards avoiding the host's invitation to drink warm ginger. Hasan's step stopped when the sense of hearing caught the sound of footsteps out of the room and into the living room.

Hasan's heart beat irregularly. The shadow of a long-haired female figure with blackened nails reverberated in her mind. Fear gnawed at his heart, making his chest feel tight. Hasan found it difficult to move his legs. Muscle muscles in the thighs and calves feel weak, not powered.

"Oh this is Mr. Purbo's guest" said the old woman with a friendly smile.

Hasan. Estimates wrong. Though he was very sure he would see a terrible face coming out from inside the room. But now what appeared before him was a normal, calm-looking old woman. A face that reminded her of her kind grandmother.

"He is called Mak Nah, Mas Hasan. Household assistants in this house," Purbo said when he saw Hasan dumbstruck staring at the figure of Mak Nah.

"Sorry sir, you haven't had time to make a drink, yet" Mak Nah bowed before Purbo.

"I've made ginger wedang kok Mak. But this Mas Hasan arrived farewell," said Purbo seemed confused.

"Why Mas Hasan?" ask Mama Nah wonder.

"Ah gengg nganu. I was nganu. Whahuh? Ah this, I am waiting for a friend in the sub-district field," replied Hasan origin asalan. He tried to smile, but his lips froze. His expression even looked strange, like people were holding back urination.

"Mbok yes drink first Mas. Poor you know Mr. Purbo tired of making drinks," refuted Mak Nah.

"I'm sorry. But I had to rush back, "Hasan had already rounded his heart. He did not want to stay in the house longer, even if only a few minutes he was ogah.

"alright. The important thing is that his cramps have healed, right, Mas?" Purbo sighed. Hasan gave his thumb.

"Again thanks, I say goodbye," said Hasan while wearing his shoes on the porch of the house.

"Eh Mas Hasan's backpack," Purbo picked up Hasan's backpack lying under the porch's support pole.

"Oh yes," Hasan patted his own forehead. Fear and nervousness made him forget about the backpack. He was just thinking about how to escape from that place immediately.

"Mas Hasan is sure it's okay?" Purbo asked to make sure. Hasan's attitude was really strange in Purbo's eyes.

"No. I'm fine. Just want to go home quickly," replied Hasan.

"Emm, or didn't something happen back then?" ask Purbo curious.

"Ah no Mas. No," refuted Hasan quickly.

"I'm saying goodbye. Thanks again" said Hasan. He was about to say a greeting when the voice of Mak Nah called from the side of the house.

"Mas Hasan, this is a bit by the results of the garden," Mak Nah thrust a black crackle on Hasan.

"Ah, do not bother," said Hasan clumsy.

"The gift must be accepted. Refusing the windfall was 'ora ilok', not good," Mak Nah forced to hand over the black crackle in her hand.

There was no other choice, with a slightly trembling hand Hasan received the gift of Mak Nah. He had peeked into the crackle and it turned out that the contents were some purple yam and banana mas. Hasan breathed a sigh of relief because the old woman's gift was not something strange.

"Thank you" said Hasan briefly. Mak Nah smiled while bowing.

Hasan stepped steadily leaving the joglo house in the middle of the forest. The thick fog that had disturbed vision, now was much reduced. Only a wisp of thin white lumps shimmered in the air.

After several tens of meters Hasan walked, he remembered the words of his friend before the exploration. There was one friend who gave silly tips and tricks on how to see ghost sightings. Hasan stopped his steps. Somehow he wanted to practice the tips from his friend.

Hasan stood by the road. Then he spread the distance between his legs. After that, Hasan lowered his head and looked towards Purbo's house through between the legs.

"Astaghfiullah!" cry Hasan.

As much as Hasan jumped. Swinging his legs in a hurry. He ran even though his calf muscles were back in pain.

"Gustiiii, show me the way," cried Hasan as he ran.

No matter how tired and exhausted, Hasan kept swinging his steps. The oxygen in his lungs was thinning. He breathes using his mouth, mangap mangap while continuing to run panting.

After a few minutes of running after being chased by a beast, Hasan finally made it out of the forest territory. He arrived at a field with gajahan grass flourishing. He was holding his knee.

Hasan felt something stuck in his pants pocket. He remembered that the rubbing oil that was given by Purbo had been accidentally carried away and had not been returned.

"Duh, no mboys really help massage oil," murmured Hasan reached into his pants pocket.

How surprised Hasan was, not the rubbing oil in his pants pocket. But a glass bottle as big as a big toe with a thick red liquid and a grain of frankincense in it.

"Amit amit jabang baby. Stop by kolo stop by!" Hasan threw the glass bottle to the ground.

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