GHOST FACES
2. Accident
Ever been in Yogyakarta. Surely know the houses around the campus of Universitas Negeri Yogyakarta (UNY) are used as student boarding places.
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1997 Year
I'm looking for a boarding house that I think is more feasible to occupy. The old house is a house
contracted together, occupied by a student from Gajah Mada University (UGM) and I was alone in studying at UNY. The average cost friend uses a veil, at least wear a wide robe because this boarding house in addition to being a place to live is also our place of study. There is a regular schedule of teaching at this boarding house, and we invite ustadz, this study is also followed by other campus students.
I both with UGM students majoring in Arabic occupy one room. My part is near the door, and I put the bed there. The first night of sleeping in this contract house I was very slumbering, even for the next days, I was always sleepy and slumbering in my bed.
We rarely chat, because each is busy with campus affairs, UGM children are so loh, study continuously, different from UNY prospective teachers, relax little. I don't know who started the conversation, my friend expressed his astonishment, why I can be so slumbering, but every newspaper that sleeps in this room (where I put the Mattress) no one feels at home, that's why he always occupied this room himself.
“What's the reason?” I ask a little bit to know.
“All who sleep there are always disturbed, can not sleep soundly, you can sleep soundly, lest you
the theme is yes.?” answer him, laughing.
“Lah, I don't know. What is it bothering?” manya curious.
“Nih, the first time we occupied this house, the night we were disturbed. The shape of a big centipede. Keep us bacain Al-Qur’an continue. We pay attention to the house, lhamdulillah there is no more interference. But that
sleep there no one feels at home, always disturbed, nightmares continue. That's why I
alone continue in this room”, obviously at length.
While listening to his explanation, my inner eyes uncontrollably saw a huge centipede walking creeping out of the room and stalking the room where we used to teach. Huft, it was from where I used to sleep.
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The night was very dark, pitch-black, there was a hand that held my hand tightly, pulling me forcefully. I was forced into a sea-side cave. This, I know this place, is no stranger. I was often forced here, asked to join them.
That hand took me off. Darkened. Suddenly the darkness disappeared. Their faces were smiling, and some were laughing. A very bad face. Tailed and horned. DEMONIZED. They're demons. Horned jin.
“Come us...”, said one of them, maybe the leader. Sitting squatting at the end of a lancinp rock. His eyes were red. His breathing was puffing in despair.
“You must come here, to this cave.along with us”, he said again looking at me sharply.
“I don't want..”, I'm upset. I've always been forced into this place, forced to go into it. I was upset because I always met them.
“I don't want..”, answer me again. And I woke up with a still mounting frustration. Why this dream
over and over again with the same places and beings from Junior High to college.
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RECEIVE A PRINCESS-SPECIFIC BOARD
Finally, this house has an empty room. Wh why?
It turns out the cost of the room was raised. Hamper all boarding kids come out voluntarily.
Thank God, I whispered in my heart.
My room is right next to my mom. There's a father kos too, I don't know. Said they weren't married yet, got together kebo might have been married siri. I no longer care, the most important thing is that I can get a boarding place closer to campus.
The more days, the more full room, from quiet to crowded, understand the new students choose to get the cost first, the problem is not at home can move later. I was so comfortable staying in the room, alone it was more fun than having to hang out with them chatting unclear. Because of the 6th semester student, and first enter, I am a senior in this boarding house.
I have no friends and no likes. That'sme. Because it is too indifferent to all and different from those whose hobbies are sightseeing, huddling until night, salons, eating and spending parents' money. Not all, there are some that are super economical, cook yourself, multiply savings.
My life is very organized. Build a routine at 03.00, tahajud prayer, dawn prayer, bath, breakfast, study or go to college. If there is no activity, I spend it by sleeping in the room.
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The morning was still cold. Suddenly the atmosphere turned very crowded in the back room. One room is locked. There was a screaming sound and the sound of the door being scratched from inside.
“I don't want ikuuuuut...go to you...pergiii..”. The voice repeats and repeats. All the boarding children gathered in front of the room, some were crying, some were cowering in fear.
“What's the matter?”, my question.
“ Why is the door locked?”, ask you again.
“He was always so mba, he knew if anyone would take him away, he immediately locked the door,” replied Rani's son, who occupies the right room in Yeni.
Not long, the sound in the room was silent. We were all silent. Waiting. Not long the door opened.
Yeni was crying a lot.
“Mba..I don't want to come with them.”with a pale face frightened she looked at me.
Yeni also told me, his mother is a shaman. Since childhood, he had an invisible friend. He was always invited to play in another realm. One of them will enter his body. A black shadow is approaching, and will render him unconscious. Trance.
“I used to love playing with them mba, I would let them enter my body. But now I don't want to. Very tiring mba,” said Yeni, limp.
“My mother entrusted me to them, one of them tiger mba, she would be very angry if I refused to go. It was this tiger that made my room fall apart every time I didn't want to
go”, clear again.
We all heard his explanation in silence. Some of the other boarding children were even more cowering in fear. They slept in one room. I was alone in the room. Slumbering.
***
At 15:00. Shower time. The other kids are still relaxed. Let's not queue.
The bathroom is under the clothesline. The stairs to the clothesline are made of iron which is very slippery if the rainy season arrives. Once fell on a ladder, with a bruise. If the night is bright, the peak of the merapi will look reddened, very beautiful.
Suddenly, Sani approached me. “Mba, briefly,” said. Stopped step.
“Mba, it was 03.00am shower huh?”, he asked.
“No, why?”, I asked back.
“So early in the morning, someone went to the bathroom, right inside heard the bathroom amid the sound of people pounding the bath, fitting checked, and, the bathroom was dark and there was no one. The kirain mba
in the bathroom,”clearly.
“Engga, mba morning ga bath at three,”I reply relaxed. Continue to feel the fresh water.
Out of the bathroom, suddenly in the kitchen room looks a very old woman in shabby clothes, shabby, a long-haired tangle stood on my back and a dreadlocked dreadlocked, pitch-black, extremely dirty man sat under the stairs. Gendruwo. The old grandmother turned her body, a wrinkled face with sharp eyes looking at me dislike. Gendruwo under the stairs also looked at me angrily with reddened eyes of the saga.
“Do not disturb us,”whisper me hissing.
"Go away from here, before you're forced to leave!" I stared hard at the two of them.
***
Tranquility has turned into fear, every night boarding children are piled up in one room in turns, changing rooms every night. Only I remained sound asleep in my room, without being disturbed by the fear that struck the boarding house.
The weather was getting colder, the floor of the boarding house began to moss and damp, worms began to emerge from the tiles. Every working day we sprinkle detergent or salt to kill worms that never seem to run out.
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Slowly down the stairs, and surprised by the presence of the father who suddenly boarding in front of the bathroom. Our father was young only his hair was reduced, a little bald. He is not every day at the boarding house, only certain, if the boarding house calls telling him to go back to the boarding house.
“Tumben Mas, already here,”tanyaku.
“This, told back, want to bring the pinter to kosan, want to be eliminated which makes the child cost in fear,” he replied.
“Yang under the stairs, same kitchen yes Mas?”,manyaku again.
“Iya, how to know?”. His eyes showed surprise.
“Can see aj”, I replied casually.
***
And this boarding house stayed with its own fears, until I graduated and was declared a graduate of UNY.
