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MYSTERY OF THE KOPEL HOUSE

After that night. Every afternoon, Harti felt that there were eyes watching him from behind every corner of the room, sharp eyes full of anger.

Only in the room, Harti could feel the calmness.

Out of fear, I put the Qur'an and the Qur'an on the walls of the house.

I thought, if gluing the Qur'an and reading the Qur'an on the walls of the house can make them (ghosts) hot and do not want to visit our house.

Today Harti yasinan is in the house of other pilgrims. Because they were already in our house, so now it is Harti yasinan's turn in one of their houses.

As usual at 4 pm leave and 5.30 pm return home.

Holding the yasin and holding her stomach, Harti climbed the stairs, "Dug... Dugs... Dug..."

He was shocked to see the door open. Half-investigated his eyes looking towards the kitchen. Behind the window in the kitchen he saw a figure.

He thought I was home by then.

"Assalamualaikum" he said, but there was no reply.

Harti walked towards the kitchen, seeing no one.

Half-willed he stepped out. With long footsteps, he accelerated the path.

Harti sat outside, he did not dare to go inside anymore.

azan magrib...

Not far away he saw a black shadow walking over.

Maybe it was dark and there was no electricity.

Every night, it is the oil lamp that is illuminated.

The black shadow is me.

Harti was half shocked to see me behind the darkness of the night.

"Sir, why is your house dark?" my many.

"I'm afraid Mas, Mas aja light oil." said my beautiful wife.

I walked towards the kitchen while holding hands against the wall and creeping, as it was dark.

Walk little by little and enter the kitchen.

With my hands moving, I looked for oil lamps and matches.

My oil lamp can, as well as a match.

I tried to turn on, "jegres ...." The fire from the match had not yet reached the lamp, but it suddenly went out. It was as if there was a wind blowing.

I tried a few times, but the fire still wouldn't burn.

By reading the basmalah, I light up again, "jegres..." I was surprised not to play, the figure of a woman was staring. Our distance is just a little.

"Astagfirullah ...." I was shocked and the figure did not exist. Maybe just a hallucination? I don't know!

I brought the fire to the lamp to light it.

The light came on, I walked while holding the lamp to turn on the other lamp.

"Dec, come on in, last night, it's not good for pregnant women to sit outside" I shouted to Harti to come in.

"Yes Mas.." said Harti and he went in.

Tonight I had a dream, a beautiful girl came over.

The skin is smooth clean, long hair lulled twisting the neck and forward.the lips are sweet in the style of pomegranate red, her eyes are slender with pliable eyelashes.

We have not had time to meet, azan shubuh reverberated. I woke Harti to shajuh prayer.

The second night I had the same dream. The girl came again, this time she brought her friend who was no less beautiful anyway. The three of them came up to me and made acquaintances.

Each of them introduced themselves. Isti, Dewi and Nurmala. Her name's pretty like the one, "my dragon".

I introduced myself to the name Jo (to make it sound cooler).

Nurmala was the first girl I saw and the most beautiful of them, she was sitting next to me, clinging. "Deg deg deg," my heart was pumping so hard, sweat was pouring and misbehavior. Because, it was the first time I saw a girl as beautiful as her.

Our lips are getting closer and closer.

"Mas, wake up. It's dawn, let's pray," said Harti while shaking my limbs.

"Well Harti, what little more was built?" I murmured in my heart.

The next night, they came again in my dream.

Nurmala came closer and she said she liked me. At first I was almost tempted and I remembered the same Harti who was carrying my heart.

"sorry, I don't want to. I already have a wife and soon have children" I explained.

I was silent for a moment and saw Nurmala's sad face, because of what I said earlier. I was curious and tried to ask, "who are you really?"

As Nurmala's beautiful form changed and she said "I'm Kuntilanak waiting for this house, 'hihihihihihi'."

I immediately woke up while beristighfar, "Astagfirullah ...."

Since then, they have never come back to dream and disturb us.

Thursday night friday legi/sweet at 9 p.m. Harti felt extreme pain, she was about to give birth, but this afternoon I was brain-tight and the lights were broken, not wanting to be wrong. I panicked and before long Mr. Duloh came over.

"Your wife is giving birth?" ask Mr. Duloh while patting his shoulder.

"Yes sir, but I'm confused. My plan, want to ignore the in-laws, but the motor light suddenly died." I was restless.

"Yaudah, let me be the one who ngabarin," he said taking the motorbike I was holding.

"Be careful sir" I said

"Yes ..." said Mr. Duloh half-cried while riding a motorbike that had been running.

I was restless and pacing under the house. Mr. Duloh has been gone for a long time but he has not come.

I occasionally approached Harti in the room to calm him down.

I went up and down the house a few times. The longer the more cautious. Especially when you hear Harti yelling.

Finally Mr. Duloh came to piggyback in-laws. In-laws hold petromax to light up the streets.

"Sir Duloh, how long has it been, sir?" my many.

"Yes, sorry, because your in-laws are yasinan, so, I had a chance to find him first!" answer Mr. Duloh.

We go up and go in the house. Harti can't hold back anymore. I leave Harti with In-laws and Mr. Duloh, then I go to a friend's house. The house is far away.

I went to his house to borrow a car.

The car keys are in hand. I brought a friend's car to see seven houses.

Upon arrival at home, there was already a baby shaman there. Mak Laras's.

Mak Laras actually wanted to retire but he accepted it.

Initially Harti wanted me to take it to the Midwife using a car, but because there was already Mak Laras, I finally canceled my intention.

Short Story...

At 11pm Harti gave birth to a son. Thank God he is healthy.

5 Days in a row neighbors, friends and family alternately visit.

And every night is crowded because many people stay up late.

2 Weeks go by, we're still out. Harti slept in the room with his son.

At 12 p.m., Harti heard a voice, "Gug... Gugg... Gug.." howls the dog in the house.

Tonight there are only 3 people staying up besides me.

Parmin came and made the atmosphere tonight to break.

With a breath he said, "On the side of the copel, right in their banana garden. There was a figure of a pocong, not just one. but, many!" he turned it into rumnyan.

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