Courier
CHAPTER 1: THE GHOST TERROR OF A FEMALE COURIER
“Mbak ...
Package is ...
Please accept ... “
The voice sounded floating and empty accompanied by
knock on my door. The fragrant aroma made me who was asleep stirred and
it comes from the living room.
When I opened the front door, it looked like a woman
small-bodied covered in ragged red courier clothes – camping stand
while handing over a black package. I looked at his face, but,
eiger ash – ash covered part of his face.
“Thank you, mbak... if you may know what your name is ?” my many.
“Fera. Thank you for accepting it. There are many
goods to be delivered, I beg you first,” back he said with
the sound of floating, his body disappeared in a bend.
“Kring,”
Phone voice surprised me, hunt – hurry I snatched
phone and a voice came from across.
“Hallo, mbak Raisa, yes ?”
“True. If I could know who this is from?”
“Sorry, this is Ella from Ok Go office, the package can only be delivered tomorrow, tomorrow,
because my motorcycle tire broke,”
“Lho, the package I have received, mas. This is just
ushered by Mbak Fera,”
"Fera ? As I recall in our company there was no female courier named
Bastard, mbak. Probably the wrong address,"
"No, mas. I received the package and I signed it
the file. And, I haven't opened yet," I said.
"Sorry, ma'am Raisa .. if you may know, how the characteristics of women
that?"
"The clothes are worn exactly like the courier clothes of the Ok expedition
Go, it's just kind of shabby and ragged. I can't see the face
the woman was because it was covered by her Eiger hat and her skin looked pale, El.
If there is no female courier named Fera, then who is she, El ?"
***
I woke up, found myself in a field
pretty broad. A place that is quite foreign, dry, as far as the eyes
looking at what seemed was only barren lands, many cracks here and there
dry rice tubs in the dry season.
The clothes he was wearing contained patches of dried blood. Odor
fishy, musty and rotten make my stomach nauseous. The clothes were hurriedly removed
and just realized that the clothes are orange with the emblem Ok Go in
chest on the left. That bad smell tickles the nose, reflexes
I threw that shirt away.
"Why am I in
this place while wearing courier clothes ?"
I asked while stepping down the place hoping to leave soon from
this foreign place, but the scenery presented is always the same, the arid land and
desolate. After a long walk, I was like a squirrel running
in his cage, he can't go anywhere. The courier's shirt is a sign
the only.
“Sial, what exactly happened,” umpatku. Just shut up, man,
my pair of eyes widened, the courier shirt I threw suddenly moved.
From inside the shirt the neck slowly poked out an object
blacker. Gosh, it's a human head, long, tangled black hair.
Following which a pair of pale white hands came out from the part shirt
sleeves. Well, now the shirt is worn by a woman's body covered in
bloods. The body was still motionless, my heart was pounding, a foul smell
out of that body.
I could not see him, especially when the body suddenly moved
slowly, both my knees were limp while the figure of the lady dressed as a courier was
walk to him. I took a few steps back, my body shaking
that's great, "Si... Who, you.... ?" my many.
The figure did not answer, from the sidelines of his black, tangled hair,
long, and aggrieved, appeared a pair of red light, piercingly sharp, it opened
his mouth and spit out white liquid mixed with maggots, worms, and,
centipedes, scorpions, cockroaches and other sprawling animals to my face. I
hysterical, most disgusted with such animals. The figure is slowly –
land disappeared, when I found myself in my bedroom. Odor
it was still I felt, stirring up my entire stomach especially remembering the moment
those disgusting animals crawled the surface of my face and all over my body.
I wanted to vomit but it stopped in my heart and esophagus.
That nightmare was present when I just closed my eyes, all night long,
haunting and disrupting my sleep or even closing my eyes
just for a second.
***
That night, the full light looked like gold, the sky
so bright. The thin fog that descended from the mountain of suspension, spread to the
the foot of the mountain, enveloping the row of palanquin trees that stood lined up like
giant rows of soldiers guard the border entrance of 2 big cities in Java
East (Mojokerto and Pasuruan)
At a food stall, 2 men were sitting quietly
accompanied by 2 cups of coffee and one plate contains several snacks
plus 1 pack of kretek cigarettes. They talk while occasionally sipping
the coffee. A thick-haired man with long hair and another
short-bodied, curly-haired. He is Choirul or often called Irul.
As the day approached midnight, they left
the stall and split up at the corner of the road.
The sound of the Bronx exhaust from Irul's motorcycle was heard
deafening through the quiet and desolate streets. Suddenly it
stop the motorcycle when there is another motorcycle
head off his path. The motorcycle was parked across the road
narrow, Irul's face was red extinguished.
"Tin, tin, tin, ttttiiiinnn,"
The sound of the horn resounded, resounding so loudly
it sounds like it is in all directions. But, as loud as a horn
it sounds, it does not indicate any life around the place.
"Fuck ! I'll just hit the motorcycle
that," said Irul while stepping on the gas pedal hard. His motorcycle
gliding like an arrow and he was surprised the motorcycle was crossing the road
suddenly disappeared. Irul can't control his motorcycle and
"Bbrua..."
There was a sound of 2 loud objects clashing, the muzzle of a bicycle
irul motor sped into a fairly large body of a rowu tree, the body
Irul was thrown and his chest hit a fresh blood stone spurting out
from mouth. He did not have time to complain, yelling, his breast bone was shattered.
A shadow approached Irul. Duet
irul eyes widened to see the owner of the shadow.
She was a female courier, part of her face
covered by a brown Eiger hat mixed with red patches
nigritude.
"Mas ....
There's a package delivery....
please accept....."
The voice seemed to echo; flat, hollow and cold in the
irul's ears, a split second later, he felt his mouth open
coercively. A plastic containing white powders crammed into a crystal tub
within, after which his gaze darkened, his body drooped limp and did not
moving again ....
The shadow of the lady dressed as a courier was as if she was missing
swallowed by the earth, the situation returned silent and desolate.
***
Gunawan, male – male plotos, tall and tall it
walk into his house. He took a long breath for a moment. It takes
a cigarette, the fire began to burn the tip as he smoked a cigarette
and blow it into the air. Cigarette smoke soon spread
filled the front room to then mix with a thin mist and
the cold night wind. For a moment he stared at the sky – sky, there were many
things flashed through his mind. Finally a knock on the front door
accompanied by a floating, hollow and cold voice.
“Mas....
there is a package ....
please accepted ...”
The sound made Gunawan surprised, he stood up
and walk towards the front door.
“Kkrriieetthh.
Door opens, Gun doesn't find who – who's outside.
He shook his head –, “Basic fad,” muttered while closing the door
and back to step in. His eyes opened when he saw a
plastic package containing white powder, “Who put this stuff
haphazardly,” said as he grabbed the parcel to keep it inside
locker, “Lho, this locker remains tightly locked, then who's this ?
As I remember I didn't take it out. If Young Master Zein finds out, he'll kill me,”
“Mas....
there is a package ....
please accepted ...”
This was the second time, the voice seemed to be in the
near Gunawan, from behind. But, back he found no one, no one,
“Who is it?” tanyakanya. No answer and from the end of the hallway an object
the little yellow rolled and came to a halt right at his feet. An
the red-eyed gold ring of the pomegranate, exactly the ring of hers. Along with that
he smelled a sweet smell, a smell coming from his room.
The door of the room opened, the smell grew even more stinging, like a smell
jasmine flowers and Gun jolted a woman sitting on the edge of the bed. It
wearing dark brown clothes, typical Ok Go courier clothes and wearing a hat
Eiger is reddish brown.
Gun rubbed his eyes together, as if he wasn't
trust his eyes.
"Who, you ?" tanyanya.
No answer, the woman was silent. His body is like
a statue, suddenly the fragrant smell was getting stinging, a fraction of a second
then the smell gradually turned into rotten, the man's stomach felt
stirred.
Gun's fingers moved about to touch the woman's body
that's. But, his ears heard strange sounds like the rustling of bones and head
the lowered woman slowly lifted up, moved to the left and continued
move to the back.
"Shelves,"
The woman's head turned 180 degrees backward. Gun
yelling hysterically while a pair of red light shone sharply in between
the shadow of the hat partially covered his face.
“Mas....
there is a package ....
please accepted ...”
The third time the voice echoed while the woman
stood up and walked over while his hands flailed about
holding Gun who is still hysterical. The man moved away but both of his legs
it feels weak, it falls down.
His cry seemed to stop in the esophagus while,
the white powder went into his mouth. His eyes were wide, balls
his eyes moved upwards as white foam came out from his mouth and face
bluer. Right then, his spirit was detached from his body.
***
