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MYSTERY OF THE KOPEL HOUSE

Harti who heard us tell stories until he went out, curious.

We are gathering and telling horror stories.

I occasionally look at Harti. His eyes glared far away, scouring every inch of dark vast land.

"Assalamualaikum.." said Bowo who had just arrived. "Walaikumsalam.." we answered.

Bowo is an innocent person and every word he says gets us out of the way.

"Wo, you know what? The Copel house far away there are a lot of pocongs clustered?" ask Parmin. Bowo sat next to him.

"Yes knows. They're huddling because there's an idol!" answer Bowo while brewing coffee.

Those of us who heard started laughing.

"What are the Wo?" ask me in a high tone, as if to believe and be shocked by what Bowo said.

"Sunatan Quail!" answer with his plain face while sipping coffee.

After asking, I sipped coffee. Not swallowed yet, I began to squash the coffee. Good thing down, if you can't hit Parmin's face.

Harti shook his head and walked in.

"Well, if tuyul circumcision, who's circumcision?" I was half laughing.

Bowo pointed towards Parmin.

Parmin's face was terrified. Laughing we push Parmin's body while saying,

"Udah Min, there you were sunatin, there was Tuyul,"

"The trick is not to be this, I am afraid," said Parmin with a pale face.

We release. Parmin sat back down and was a bit away from where Bowo was sitting.

"but Wo, said Parmin there how many pocong?" ask Mr. Sardi half-cried.

We laughed a little. Parmin's face looked gloomy.

"Yes, because the first pocong came and they were waiting in line for the buffet" replied Bowo who was smoking while letting out the smoke 'pussy...'

We laugh out loud, and so does Parmin.

The clock shows at 3 a.m. They finally decided to go home to each other.

One night we attended a group of families from Central Java.

After the completion of the group event, we usually spend time playing rummy (no money, just a regular game to throw saturation).

Not felt, the clock shows at 2 am and we are ready to go home.

In the middle of the road we are confronted by a group of friends****Wforest.

I deliberately put the motor down because I was afraid.

among the**** some are the largest, the mane is long and blond. It is obvious because it is bright tonight Moon.

Looked Harti's face paled.

We pray that they do not.

They went out of the forest probably to find food in the territory of the citizens.

Thankfully, they did not catch on. As if I had not seen our existence.

When my little whiz was 2 months old, there was a neighbor some distance away playing at home to invite me to play krambol. I am happy to present his invitation.

At 9 p.m., no one came but a faint sound. I don't know what sound, which obviously we do not serve the sound because it is so focused playing.

Harti came out soon, though,

"For why turn on the radio so loud, it's already night," he said half-screaming.

Me and the neighbor (Waryo) looked into each other's eyes.We don't understand why Harti said this, whereas from then on we just played krambol.

"Aren't you on the radio? Is the radio in the room?" manya curious.

"So I was at the WC, didn't Mas turn on the Radio? Harti ask back.

"I haven't gotten out of my seat yet" I explained.

The atmosphere became silent, we were silent for a moment.

Harti's face began to pale.

We were silent for a moment.

"So I heard the sound of someone walking behind the bathroom. Like a middle man carrying a Radio, but the sound of Radio instead came from the direction of the room," he said softly.

The bathroom has a walkway. The road is overgrown with high grass, therefore the road is never passed by the same people.

With a little fear, Harti ventured into the room.

He was astonished, when he saw the recitation of the Qursiy verse displayed on a cloven cupboard.

Harti out of the room. He walked quickly towards the warehouse to pick up nails and hammers.

After what he was looking for he got. He went straight back to the room and put it up. nailed the recitation of the Qursiy verse to its four corners, "Dog... Dog... Dog."

Heard the noisy Harti. I screamed, I shouted,

"why not tomorrow?"

"His demons have dared to enter," Harti replied in a shouting tone.

We looked at each other. We laughed a little at what Harti said.

A few days have passed.

This afternoon someone visited.

3 Teachers, 1 mantri and the other person who escorts the teacher. A total of 5 people visited, plus us so we are now seven.

While small, we leave it in the room.

We're talking up front. In front there is a long chair that can accommodate 5 people.

As Hosts we let them sit, while we ourselves chose to stand.

We are talking about our area.

In a moment magrib, but in the middle of the fun we chat... There was a big balloon flying into the air, orange.

We fell silent and stared at the balloon.

He said one of us,

" Where does the balloon not erupt? Isn't there tall grass and lots of reeds?"

The balloon went up in space and "problem... Pretek pretek," fell like an explosion. The hood shook like an earthquake.

We hold what we get.

in a panic, I accidentally grabbed Miss Erni. Miss Erni looked at me, we stared at each other.

Suddenly the ears are hot.

Apparently Harti was pulling my ear.

We laughed, Harti did that too with the element of joking'

"Joking the joke, but my ears really hurt" I murmured in my heart.

While the explosion burned around.

A fire?

We stand to be sure, but there is no fire, as if the great fire were extinguished by itself.

The atmosphere was immediately silent. We try to understand each of them about what we have seen.

"Duh, fear. That's what is it?" ask Mrs Erni..

"Like Kemangmang?!" we mutter.

"That's not a balloon? Fireball? Or magic?" ask Miss Erni scared.

Sontak, we're running. We enter each other's cupcakes.

Harti and I went into the coffee feeling worried.

We went to the room and Harti grabbed his son. Harti's scared!

The next morning we asked the locals, but none of them knew what else to hear.

A few months later...

Residents of Central Java got a Gamelan loan from the local government.

The plan is to be held ketoprak.

Gamelan is stored in the next kopel warehouse in front.

Copel placed by Master became more crowded.

Seeing the crowded Kopel makes me not afraid to leave Harti and Joko (Our Children) who at that time had a pretty far task. Because, it almost took 2 days to commute.

After the magrib, the new residents started ketoprak exercises.

Harti felt calm because many residents went back and forth in front of the kopel.

There are those who serve as players, nayaga or just ordinary spectators.

Gamelan began to be beaten, the sound of which was careless and not in harmony with the movements of the citizens who were training.

Joking jokes are heard. They laugh at gamelan players who are not yet good at playing it.

It was like a night market. Many petromax lamps illuminate every corner of darkness.

Almost every night people train because they want the event held later can be as perfect as possible.

People have a holiday on Friday night. Because, there is a routine yasinan event that is always organized.

Actually this event is an event to welcome Mr. Regent who will visit in 2 months.

3 weeks passed.

After that day, I didn't leave again. Because, intend to accompany Harti and Joko.

From the warehouse... I heard the sound of gamelan.

Harti muttered in his heart,

"it's still late afternoon, so there's no way anyone's playing."

Harti immediately woke me who was asleep.

"Mas, did you hear no gamelan?" tanya Harti lirih's.

I am still not fully aware.

I yawned while rubbing my eyes looking towards him.

"Areally who's playing? From then on, no one passed by. The door is still locked!" obviously Harti.

But I still look at it.

Harti was curious, my body was pulled by him to immediately get out of bed.

Half staggering me walking. Harti just looked at me through the window.

The sun is still shining brightly because time is still showing at 4 pm.

It's true what he said. The sound of gamelan. His voice was as sweet as a professional playing it.

His voice was soft, but close and sometimes far away.

I held the stairs with both hands, while going down the stairs.

When I got under him I was silent for a moment. I turned back. Look Harti marketing face. I smiled at him and said, "Okay," as I wrapped my index finger with my thumb.

I walk and I walk...

Arriving at the warehouse, a lock looks that is still locking.but curious because the sound is heard from inside.

The door leaf I'm holding, "little... Ceklek.." it's not open.

(I: why until mastiin open the door with a key leaf. Didn't it appear that the door was locked?

Sources: Well, his name is also for mastiin. I'm half sleepy anyway)

The sound of gamelan comes from within. I close my ears, his voice never stops.

"Let it be, maybe they're happy" I murmured inwardly.

I turned around and went back to meet Harti who was waiting for an answer.

Arriving in front of Harti, he asked,

"Allow the door is locked?" "he and no one" I replied, and we fell silent for a moment.

Instantly, the voice stopped.

Gamelan's voice was no longer heard.

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