Comploters Not Afraid of Ghosts

Comploters Not Afraid of Ghosts
Chapter 5: The Ghost of the Tongue-Stripping Woman



This afternoon Ari and Tata meet again at a meatball stall. Earlier on


clinic lobby, Ari and Tata did not see women in Javanese queen dress and


snakes again. There was only one big snake wearing a crown,


snuggling in the pool like hiding. After their therapy schedule


planning to escape through the back wall.


They had seen the confused Tata driver looking for Tata at the clinic. With


the amused feelings of Ari and Tata slipped away from the driver towards the back


edifice. At the meatball stall, the pair of flat-faced SMU kids they saw last week were nowhere in place.


After finishing their bowl, Tata took out her diary. Then with


seriously Ari read it sheet by sheet. Ari read again the most


fore.


“This is you are still a child huh?” ask Ari while still


serious to the Tata diary.


“Iya that I still TK,” replied Tata next to Ari.


“Women who wear this umbrella now still like it


waiting for you in front of the fence?”


“Now it is rare. Sometimes if it rains again he


nongol in front of the fence. That's what made my mom angry first. Because I like


shout there are rain people outside.” said Tata while laughing loosely. “O yes,


I haven't written it yet. I last saw him about a month ago. Time


it was raining deres. I'm in the car. When the car came out, he was in front


fence. I dared to look him in the face. She was half-mother


old-fangled. Keep him waving at me. Trus I waved back to him.”


“Why are you waving to him?” ask Ari seriously.


“Yes for a long time I watched her. I think he's sad.


I lost his son.”


Then Ari took a piece of paper from her bag. Him


show it to Tata. The first picture of him was of a family living inside


wells. Tata laughed at the picture.


“This is her feet on hairy?” ask Tata with the rest


his laugh.


“Iya is so one family,” replied Ari is still serious.


“He lives in the well next door. I was still living at home then


grannies. Now papa I've bought my own house.”


“You've been to your grandmother's house again?”


“Rarely after my grandmother died. Last time there was only


just clean. I don't see that family in the well anymore. But my time


to the stall there, I met the grandfather who lived at the end of the alley. Said


in the past in the grandmother's house there was one family who was killed and thrown into the well of time


the G 30S PKI.


Tata's feelings changed when she heard Ari's story. Him


return the picture to Ari. And it doesn't feel like they've been there for 1 hour.


They have to go back to the clinic. They promised to meet again on the spot


that's.


Tonight Ari is still behind her desk. Although book


the lesson is open on the table, Ari is still busy with her phone. She still is


same chat Tata. Then the door to his room opened. Mr. Ari nongol there.


“Ari, do not learn while holding HP,” said Mr. Ari


spontaneous as he saw Ari.


“This... Ari just nanya temen Pa... There are group tasks,” said Ari


stammered, trying to lie. Quickly he put his phone on the side of the table.


“Where are the lessons in school? Any difficulties?” said father Ari


trying to understand because he still saw Ari's book open at the table.


took cellphone.


“How therapy? Good for the doctor.”


“Good Pa... The person is good,”


“Papa find the best for you. It's expensive, but this


all for you. So you can focus on learning. So that you can achieve.


Don't believe the same things that have nothing to do with logic. This papa


physics teacher, so you know. Everything in this world is always connected to


the law of cause and effect. Understand yes Nak.”


Ari nodded as she began to open the sheets of her book. Sired


Ari rubbed his son's head and exited the room, closing the door. Ari


quickly open the phone. She was afraid Tata waited a long time since chatting


their last. Then he saw the last message from Tata.


Ari, my mama was


check my hp


I can't


call you again. He bought me a new number


We'll soon be


can't chat anymore


But we'll meet


in the usual place


Ari was lying in her bed. But he still looks


his cellphone. Tata number is no longer active. He hopes the day will pass quickly


until the day of the therapy schedule. Then the sleepiness began to rub into his eyes. From


the living room no longer has TV. Signs his parents have entered


their rooms. But Ari seemed to smell something burning. Slowly Ari moved


from bed. Looking for direction of smell. He was afraid that a cable was burning in his room.


At the door, the smell grew stinging. It looks like from the middle room.


Ari opened the door to her room. The middle room is dark. The lights are off. But


faintly he could still see people entering his parents' room.


“Mama!” Ari called her mother. She thought it was her mother, because


she looks like her hair is long.


Ari's steps are restrained. Because he just realized the door to the room


his parents were never open. He realized something wasn't


sorted out. Ari slowly retreated to her room. But not yet in his room, he


look at something coming out the door of her parents' closed room. An


woman in white, her hair is shaggy. Ari is getting stuck because


the woman knew she was there and now she was standing facing Ari. Ari can


look at his chest and stomach that are open until it looks deep contents.


His nails were long and his tongue stuck out almost to the floor. Ari Agency


limply. His feet cannot be moved. Until the woman left


Ari towards the kitchen. Ari ran to her room. He jumped up and curled up


bed. Cold sweat began to pour. Several times he tried to shut it down


his eye. A few minutes later he heard his father coming out of the room to the room


baths. His father coughed and vomited in the bathroom. Then


his mother's voice was worried about his father's condition. Looks like they've already


go back to his room. Ari had heard his father ask to be scraped. Ari


move to his desk. He took a piece of paper and his pencil. He started


drawing what he just saw. For 2 hours he did not stop


his pencil. As the clock pointed to the number 3, Ari stopped. The picture is already. Ari


looking at the old picture. That's the scariest picture he's ever made.