do not read alone

GHOST TRAIN STORY

I was sleepy on the corner of the old station bench. In an ancient small town. Old town on the border of the capital. My smile disappeared a long time ago. Hownot? I waited almost two hours for the last train to arrive. Tired after a long day of helping my best friend's family throw a fiancee's party with her lover. Many times my eyes glanced at the watch.

My heart is tired already. The train schedule of this country is already chaotic. The community is only able to grumble for every delay in the coming and going of the train. Unable to do anything else. Authorities have long been suffering from deafness. Until the voice of the loyal service users of the train is no longer heard. I breathed many times. The night is getting late. It's nine o'clock ! Oh, my God, I almost stood up so shocked. Mundar mandir. I realized my surroundings were starting to get quiet. Some of the people who looked like they were still waiting like me, I don't know where it went. Maybe they're home again. Or to the restroom. The food vendor had also been an hour ago to clear his wares and return home. Means now I live alone in this little station.

I looked around. Slender. Suddenly from the back there was a raspy voice reprimanding. It almost made me aghast. Oh, there was nobody? A grandfather in the uniform of a railway official smiled as he reflected his cigarette smoke. Slowly approached. His eyes narrowed to look at me. I wasn't nervous at all, even though I was shocked. He smiled, nodding his head.

“Still waiting for the train, mba?” ask her with a soft hoarse voice. I smile. “Ya, sir. You only get on the train I can get home quickly. Public vehicles this evening are rare. And less safe” replied me. He shakes his head. Then look away at the path of the car. His sight seemed distant. As far as his view. His face looks pias. Coughing small in said again.

”Mba, maybe soon the last train will arrive. Just chill. Mba will be home safely soon. This last train has not been in operation for a long time. But the speed is not inferior to the usual operating”

I feel astonished. What kind of train will take me home? Is it not ordinary?

As if understanding my thoughts, the station attendant let out a small laugh. ” This delay is indeed because the last train is ordinary there is a little problem, mba. So we're trying to re-operate the old one. No need to ask too many questions, Mba. Just get up comfortably. And welcome to regroup with family”, he explained as he walked away. I just nodded my head. Then stared at his disappearance until he turned to the side door.

Now I'm really alone. Waiting for my last train. My sleepy eyes tried to hold it as hard as I could. I walk mundar mandir. A few moments later my ears were like hearing a whistle in the distance.

A whistle? Not having time to think further, I hurriedly packed my things consisting of a backpack, umbrella and night jacket and pet hat given my brother. Sure enough, in the distance seemed a black figure appeared. His roar shook the heart. The train tracks in front of me seemed to be getting ready to welcome the train that had made me angry because of the delay that was not about this. Of course, it's not the wrong train. But the human error factor. I feel a little weird. This train that slowly arrived in front of me was somewhat different from the others. Looks shiny. All in all, it was sparkling black. I just saw her figure clearly this time. Looks like old times.

I'm gawking. This is indeed as early as the era of independence as I often read in books or see in films. Jesus ! So this is my last train? Oh no ! no. ih serem. Where could I possibly want to take this train of the past. Not lighted anyway. Which engine? The passenger? Gosh, I'm not just myself. I stepped back away from my train. The carriage looked graceful waiting. I was still staring at this black thing in front of me. No ride, no ride? my mind asked doubtfully. I finally ran to the side door. Maybe the train driver still exists. I'll ask her opinion. But that door was locked. I'm a little panicked. I can't get out of this station anymore. How quaint. According to some station attendants I used to meet, usually quiet or crowded with the last passenger, the side gate of the station was never locked. Keep it open. Because there is no key, alias has long never been locked. I don't know.I feel a little creepy.

The train seems to be leaving me soon. I'm rattled. If it doesn't go up it means I'll be here until morning. What if there are bad people? I'm getting restless. Finally, in prayer, I climbed the strange bedsheet. A little surprised because at the door of the train there was an officer standing smiling. Oh, my God, I almost got my heart out. I didn't return her smile. Just giving the car ticket unknowingly even though he didn't charge it. Wong I just got on. But I can't wait to get this train off. The carriage that I possessed, it turned out that there were some people who appeared to be asleep. Their clothes look shabby. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I'm not alone in this freak car. No lights, just a little lamp twinkling in the corner of the carriage. Weird ! it's like going back to the past century. I thought I was half into the hallway of time. I'm taking that crazy thought. Tired of making my mind start to go crazy.

I put my backpack near my feet. Then I leaned my head against the window. Look out. To the deserted platform. The train started to walk slowly. Suddenly I saw the station attendant's grandfather sitting on the bench near the side door where he had disappeared. We looked at each other. I saw him waving his hand and giving a thumbs up with a smile. I could only be stunned as I continued to look at him further away. I feel really weird tonight. Hallucinicah? I just realized it looks like I've never seen that officer before. Who her? new officer? I don't know, I started to be wracked again by the sleepiness that had attacked me many times. I think I'm starting to fall asleep.

I woke up because my shoulders were being pushed. I blinked my eyes and sat down. I saw the train driver smiling at me. “Timing soon, mba. Ready yeah. No one miss” whispered slowly. Say thanks. Ah, it feels like I just fell asleep for a while, you know it has arrived. Outside are the city lights.

The train entered my city station. The station's atmosphere is the same tonight. Well of course, at this hour who's going to take the train? my mind's upset. I should have reached home at seven. Cubes down. Once I looked at the direction of the seat while I was boarding, there were still passengers. But the chair was empty. None of the passengers consisted of an old mother, a small child and a young girl. Where'd they? Has it come down first? Ah, bodolah time.

At the door of the train I asked the officer. Where were the passengers who had one car with me.

The officer smiled. “They don't go down anywhere, mba. They are our eternal passengers. Like I was the eternal officer of this train a long time ago. Only this train we are on duty and guard. And pick up passengers who are late, but still faithful waiting for our presence to bring back his family”.

Hearing her explanation, I felt like something was wrong. But my logic dominates.

“Are they a family father, or a machinist?” tanyaku. He's just laughing.

I still don't understand. But the officer immediately pushed me out. I'm loud tumbling. Just as my feet stepped on the platform floor, I was shocked to death because the train suddenly set off at high speed. Nearly flying. I screamed small. My heart feels loose. My feet are limp immeasurably. I sat on the platform floor. Unable to stand. I feel like screaming. But my mouth is locked. Increasingly surprised because my hands seemed as if there was something interesting to stand on. I gawked, it turned out my brother who looked pias . I'm very relieved. I was terrified when I saw the magic train just run away. It feels like a dream. My brother didn't say a word while I was talking. Guided me through the station hallway to the exit. My town's always crowded for twenty-four hours. There were still a lot of people hanging out at the coffee shop around the station.

My brother just asked if I was okay? I nodded my head. My throat feels dry. My brother went to a stall and bought me a cold drink. My throat feels relieved.

My brother just asked if I was okay? I nodded my head. My throat feels dry. My brother went to a stall and bought me a cold drink. My throat feels relieved.

“I can't take you home, 'cause I want to go to Bude's. Numpang nginap because tomorrow there is a thesis exam. I'm afraid of bad luck. So you go home alone. This close, right?” my brother said while giving me the fare home. I got pissed. How come the\-four picked me up, but wouldn't take me home? my protest.

“From yesterday I was waiting for you. Your train is late. I really need to leave soon. There's an angkot. Quickly go up.” My body was pushed into the angkot without listening to my explanation. My brother waved his hand as the angkot departed.

Five minutes later, I reached the courtyard. My mother's father was sitting in the front. They immediately greeted me and were busy asking why I was so late. I explained while walking into the house. I saw the faces of my parents. Then lyrics to each other. I feel silly telling you all about my weird experiences at the station tonight. But my parents don't ask anymore. They told me to take a shower and rest. I feel like I'm no longer wondering. Soon I changed clothes without rest, took a shower and changed clothes. Sit in your own room, contemplating the experience. I don't know why I feel so bad. I felt disbelief like I saw on my parents' faces. After the shower my mind was a little fresh. But I had goosebumps and could not believe that what I had just was an old age. Such train times are still operating on the capital's train lines?

I went out of the room and approached my parents who were watching television. My mother asked if I was okay. I just nodded then started asking about my strange experience. Am I not dreaming? Dad patted me on the shoulder. Then cleared his throat. ” Looks like you are one of the people in this city who was finally chosen to participate in enjoying the ghost train, nak”, replied my father calmly. But I glared at hearing his answer. Ghost train? How could I possibly ride a ghost train? It's just a story made up by the public that I've heard before.

Father continued. ” In the past Erry your brother also had time to experience it. That was when he was in High School. So now he understands what happened to you. There's no way you're taking public transportation after eight o'clock yet to get home. You must be waiting for the train. Then he might take the initiative to pick you up. Given his past experience, maybe he was afraid that the ghost train would pick up his sister anyway. And it turns out the feeling is right, isn't it?

“But he said he would go to bude's house well. So I was told to go home by myself.” my grumbling.

”Yes, indeed.all the way, replied father casually. Mom laughs. What matters is that you survived, son. Next time don't be late. Especially a train fan like you. Remember son, the last train has become a legend in his city as the last introduction of the people\-people who returned at night. Just ask your brother later if he's home.”

“Ah, that train is not a ghost train, father. The officer himself told me that it was a train deliberately operated because the other train had all slept tonight”, I answered mangkel. Mom giggled while stroking my hand. Dad stay calm with his cigar.”

The officer you met is deceased, son. That's why he's still around tonight. Believe me, this kind of thing is not the first. It's just that you're overconfident. Too engrossed in your realistic world. Unable to capture the message of nature delivered by air malam”, obviously my father made me more keki. Ah, dad used to mostly fantasize. Until more often scare his son who tries to think logically. Dad is a puppeteer who is also a district-level poet.

While my mother Sinden was famous in the city of his birth. But I don't want to follow the mindset of those who like to connect things with things that are beyond reason. I rushed into the room after saying goodbye to my parents.

In bed, I thought hard. Is this really my experience, Gusti? This time I can't wait for my brother's return. I've never told a story about that silly ghost train. It has long been heard from the mouth. Including the story of my brother who actually never told me. I just found out from my dad's story. Then I remembered again about the officers who came and went without that trace. About the gate that was suddenly locked. Until I could not escape out of the station when I was afraid to see the shape of the train that would take me home. I jerked. Yes, the train was indeed worthy of being called a ghost train because of its strange shape, and suddenly left at high speed just like that after dropping me off. Also the passengers and the train attendants with the story that set up my fur romance now. They are eternal passengers and officers? Gosh, that means they're ghosts too. I suddenly felt goosebumps as well as my own embarrassment as I felt my logic begin to waver. After I assembled the whole station scene, it felt like I was starting to believe what my father said. The one I'm running on the ghost train! I clenched my forehead inexhaustibly. It all seemed so real, apart from the strange one.

So tonight I've boarded a ghost train, with ghost passengers and ghost officers? Unless I'm human myself?. I still can't believe it. Since then, I have hardly ever been home by train again. Just take public transportation. Take the train only if it is still daytime or sorei. Good bye my ghost train.