COBBY

Tenth Telu

On the solid mango tree branch, Sani plays on a swing, acting like a child in the middle of a blind night. His eyes looked white in the darkness. Hoarse laughter sounds simple. The sound of the wind rumbling carried flying some of the dried leaves falling down on the ground.

Laila turned around, her stocky body was difficult to move. His chest felt great, his breathing was tight. Attacked by excessive panic, sweat soaked his shirt even though only a few steps he ran.

As powerful as Laila barged into the tent. Hit his friend who was standing pecking inside, peeking out from behind a slightly wet polyester cloth due to the humid night air. Laila fell rolling over kissing the tarp of the tent pad.

"Close tent!" laila's orders.

Yolla and Nita immediately jumped up, sitting behind Hasan who seemed to have difficulty moving. They chose to stay away from the entrance of the tent. Laila was still sitting apart from her friend. He set his breath, his face looked pale with dim lighting petromax lights.

"What the hell is it?" Hasan asked in wonder. His legs were unable to move, he had not had time to peek out, so did not know how the state of Sani swinging swinging swinging swinging on the branch of the mango tree.

"Sani is possessed" Laila replied half in a whisper.

"You already know that Sani is possessed. Then why did you guys disperse like 'cabah dinteri' gini? Huh uh?" Hasan asked for an explanation.

"Don't be noisy! Sani jumps up on a tree branch. Seremm, his eyes are all white!" Yolla glared at Hasan.

Hasan gulped upon hearing Yolla's reply. He cursed himself. A full day experiencing frightening events in a row. Though I felt relieved to get out of the forest. But it turns out the mystical things still follow it. Hasan regretted not throwing by a woman named Mak Nah earlier.

The mood suddenly quiet. Petromax lights are getting dimmer. Hasan suspected that the spiritus that became his fuel was almost exhausted. The cold night air turned stuffy and congested. The breath of everyone inside the tent sounded so loud.

The Sraakk Sraakkk

The sound of footsteps being dragged came from outside the tent. There was also the sound of jumping and stepping on leaves and dry branches, creating a noisy impression that added to the horror.

"Saann, what's that noise? How did you jump?" nita whispered right next to Hasan's left ear. His lips were shaking violently.

"Gaes gaes, you guys also smell the scent of roasted soybeans right?" ask Laila scared. He repeatedly swallowed. His fat body looked wet, bathed in sweat.

"I yaaaa Laii, I'm with you too" Nita looked almost in tears.

"That means. . ." Yolla looked at Laila.

"There's pocoongg!" yolla and Laila were arrested.

The mood was silent again. Laila glanced at her watch, right at 12 p.m. He prayed in his heart to get through the middle of the night without being bothered by anything strange. He felt confident, after midnight things would improve.

Seconds changed minutes, the situation was still quiet. The silence that gnaws the guts. Laila's guess is wrong. As the clock moves past midnight, it turns out that there is a noise approaching the tent.

Spotlight petromax lights show the shadow of the palm moving claw claw tent made of polyester. Everyone hold their breath. Hasan as the only man in the place tried to stay calm. He placed his index finger before his lips, asking everyone to refrain from making a sound.

As everyone's attention was distracted by the shadow of the claw-clawed palm, it arrived just from behind the sound of torn tent cloth. Everyone looked over and saw Sani was already inside the tent with all white eyeballs.

Sani who was in a trance directly hit the people in front of him blindly. Damn for Yolla, he didn't get to dodge. Due to being in the backmost position, Yolla was gripped and overpowered by Sani. Laila and Nita could only scream hysterical screams.

Yolla yells out loud. Sani very firmly gripped both arms of Yolla. Not until there, Sani suddenly opened his mouth wide. The next second Sani spewed out a black liquid like scrap oil from his mouth. The liquid spilled directly on Yolla's face. The sticky sensation and the smell of rancid make Yolla cry as it would be.

When everyone resigned with all the horror and strangeness in front of him, the highlight of the lamp accompanied by the sound of the exhaust of the incinerating motorbike sounded. A few minutes later, 3 Fathers entered the tent. One of them wore a white peci and immediately held the shoulder of Sani who was in a trance without any hesitation.

"Ojo disturb!" sani yelled growling.

"Your place is not here!" snapped Mr. white.

A little rough Mr. White-peched tried to drag Sani out of the tent. The other two hesitantly help hold Sani's body. Moans and shouts are not clearly heard, Sani managed to be bent and dragged out.

Laila immediately grabbed the towel and rubbed Yolla's face full of mud. Nita clung tightly to Hasan's t-shirt. No one's trying to look out. Sani's voice screaming had subsided.

The tent was open from outside. Hasan and his friends turned in unison. As it turned out, Asrophy entered the tent with sweat all over his body.

"J*ran for a long time!" yolla threw a towel full of mud at Asrophy.

"Hey, I'm Kobeng!" The Asrophy speech is irritated. He's being blamed for all the madness that's going on tonight.

"Huh? How's kobeng?" Hasan asked.

"Yes muter, in the same place. It is most correct if you want where to read the prayer first deh gaes," Asropi geleng head.

"Where are you Yoll?" Asrophy this time noticed Yolla's spruce face with black patches of mud scars.

"Pake it again. You've never been vomited in mud by a possessed person?" Yolla glared in annoyance.

The asrophy actually restrains laughter. Among the 3 women who participated in the exploration, Yolla was indeed the most menor about dressing up. Even before going to bed he had time to draw eyebrows and wear powder. So when mud spilled on his face, some of his powder that faded made Yolla look strange.

"Where is Sani?" Hasan asked to switch the conversation.

"It was handled equally by Mr. Kaji. He is a religious figure in the village," replied Asropi pacifying.

"Who's wearing white peci?" ask Hasan again.

"Yes. The other two were the mosque. So, when I arrived at the mosque I immediately woke up Takmir who was sleeping in the back room. Well finally invited to wake up Pak Kaji whose house is not far from the mosque. And thank goodness we came in time," Asropi sighed.

"Just in time your bald! Don't look at my face like it's As!" sahut Yolla was angry. The flushed Asrophy Face held back laughter.

Connect___

Gaes, I'm sorry the update faltered. After finishing the River House, I deliberately took a few days off. It feels like it takes once to reflect while copying can ya. Hopefully not many are disappointed and leave Kobeng. Believe me, I will end this story. 🤣🤣🤣