CURSE HEIRS BEGU BASKET

Home in Jogja.

After we ate together and rather had lunch, we all returned to the living room.

Tarni, who has served her typical village tea, also sat beside Iren. her daughter from Pak Didit.

"Before it is still fine, starting from the dream that is always repeated, coupled with strange events and terror in this family.

I'm confused Mora, what should you do?"

"we start first from the father's house in Jogja yes, we must know from the beginning."

"really said Mora pa, just now mama contacted Mr. Argap who guards our house in Jogja."

"good ma'am, plane tickets have been ordered Mora, later at 5 pm we leave. Ku clothes and Gomgom clothes are ready really."

"non Iren clothes and Aris mas have Tarni prepared Mom, oh yes Tarni come along ma'am." Pinta Tarni who does not want to miss.

"iya Tarni, who's your friend here anyway? how clothes? ready already?"

"mom, there are only mothers and fathers left because Tarni is reluctant to compose Him."

"yes, please help me get ready!"

Bu Rida and Tarni were getting ready, after 2 we were all getting ready.Since the streets of the capital of this country are very jammed, we immediately left for the airport.

Sure enough, only half an hour away we were already faced with the congestion of the capital of this country.

Almost two hours into the trip and finally we arrived at the airport, after buying souvenirs at the airport for Mr. Argap's family, we first checked in and waited in the waiting room for departure.

Finally we left also to Jogja, it only took about an hour and we finally arrived in Jogja

From the airport to his childhood home Mr. Didit took thirty minutes if not jammed, from the airport we took a taxi.

after a trip of almost an hour because it was a bit jammed and finally we arrived at the childhood home of Mr. Didit.

The house is very classic, is among several luxury homes that are modern. and it all belongs to the family of Didit sir who is rented because it is close to the university and also the big hospital in this city.

"Pa.... How bengong?" said Iren to his dreamy Papa.

Ms. Rida immediately held the right hand of Mr. Didit to encourage him, and Mr. Argap who was cleaning the yard approached us, opening the gate and letting us in.

Mr. Argap is a confidant of Mr. Didit who takes care of the house kalasik, it used to be Mr. Argap and the family lived in this house, but lately, some strange events have happened to them, so they move to the house in front is also the house of the parents of Didit sir.

"Mom, how are you?" greet Mr. Argap with his typical Jogja accent.

"Well Mr. Argap, what's the family doing, Mr. Argap?"

"Alright sir, after my mother told me to come here, my wife has prepared everything you need, and will be here soon sir.

Father, mother, Mas Aris, non Iren, mas Mora, and mbak Tarni and another mas siopo anyway?"

Ask Mr. Argap who first saw Gomgom come here, me and Mr. Didit have often been here to do business and just visit.

"Know sir, this is my brother, his name is Gomgom, it happens to be a holiday, so I brought him here too sir."

"Oh.git's a mas, the pantas are similar, but like the police are mas." refuted Mr. Argap who showed the appearance of Gomgom.

We shook hands with Mr. Argap, and Gomgom just smiled.

Aris and Iren Salim to Mr. Argap, one thing that amazes me with Mr. Didit's family is very good manners.The family members of Mr. Didit's family are very good, very good, polite and very appreciative of anyone regardless of social status.

"Everything come in." asked Mr. Argap

We all followed Mr. Argap to the living room, a neat living room with large shelves.all classic but very memorable luxury.

"Sir, please let me go back and make a drink"

Tarni also followed Mr. Argap to the Kitchen, while we all sat directly on the classic sofa that was still maintained and for a moment we fell silent, probably from exhaustion, he said, before long Mr. Argap and Tarni had served tea, after which Tarni sat next to Iren while Mr. Argap sat near the mora.

"We rest first." said Mr. Didit while laying his body on this luxurious classic sofa.

"Sir..the house of the great father is also yes, classic and luxurious."

Mr. Didit just smiled in response to Gomgom's statement, as Gomgom looked around the room.

Instantly it was seen someone coming, it turned out that it was the wife of Mr. Argap, his name was mbok Ayu, then mbok Ayu greeted us one by one. After his mbok Ayu sat near Tarni.

"Mr.mom....

Later all of us in the front house yes, because here if the night is spooky." said mbok Ayu his wife Mr. Argap.

"Why mbok...?

"Either ma'am, every night around 11 o'clock, a strange sound is always heard and it's Batak music, but it's very scary." replied mbok Ayu who looks creepy.

"Mbok Ayu know where Batak music is from?"

"The boy who said Mas Mora, because the boy mbok is studying dance, so obviously he knows the type of music."

"Yes Ma.... Sometimes there are often sightings like atok Tarno." said Mr. Argap who said the words of his wife.

"Atok Tarno.." asked the curious Mr. Didit.

"right sir, I also know Tarno atok, but his face is really creepy, different during his lifetime."

"his life has been Mr. Argap, especially after being a spirit." refuted Mr. Didit.

Only Gomgom looked calm, while the others looked creepy and frightened.

"Sir Argap, mbok Ayu, we came here to finish everything, so that it's back to how it was, oh yes, where's the hoe?"

"There's a back near the cherry blossom tree, but sir's more tomorrow. because it's gonna magrib soon, and those weird noises are starting to come from the Maghrib and the summit at 11 p.m."

"that's right sir, we go to the front house only. the children have prepared our dinner." said mbok Ayu who supports the words of her husband.

We agreed with the advice of Mr. Argap's family, and we all went to the house where the Argap family lived.

Once at the house of Mr. Didit, we were warmly welcomed by the two daughters of Mr. Didit named Laila and Tika.