GHOST FACES

4. 1 OUTS

Ever been? Surely we often talk about demons, ghosts, genies and their countrymen...

Be careful, they will follow you....

The night is still not too late, the chatter around the school has begun to change direction to chat about the horror that is in school lately. Sitting around the table, me and the school guard observed from afar the student activities that were carried out for the second time at school. A glass of coffee and a warm snack became our chat companion.

"Yesterday at night in a moment of familiarity, I saw a flying head in the mang, in the hallway between the toilet and the library. The head of a man," pointed at the passageway where the head flew up to the level of the roof of the toilet. "My uncle saw it, he immediately disappeared into the library wall," I explained again.

"Puguh ma'am.if alone in the tea school, sereemmm..," answered one of the guards with his Sundanese accent.

"Tea school, it contains so many inhabitants.not yet our front class.

"oo.it is.who likes to stand in front of the class, it is I who asked to stay in skeolah aja, kasian said he did not have a house.., "timpalku.

"In that class, instead of having a shotgunnya yes mang,...?", my question and index finger pointed to one of the second-class room next to the class near the toilet.

"Well, ma'am?" asked the other school guard.

"Some of the children told me, if you are studying, like to see a woman in a white dress in front of the white board, so the class was often very possessed. That's a story of a boy who likes to be possessed by mang," I explained.

"But yesterday he was possessed, I asked him to read no, he said he could only Al-Fatihah, people can't read any other letters except Al-Fatihah." I told him while holding back the amused. Remembering the girl who was possessed yesterday and innocently told me that she could not read any other letters, other than Al-fatihah. "His father never prayed either" I added.

"Indeed the people are so bu sought after by such beings, who are not close to their Lord, whose faith is thin, who are dumb-headed, dreamy, and dreamy, moreover, there are people who like a lot of problems like to be dumb, easy targets," mang Udin the school guard chimed in.

It is difficult for school children to be told to maintain cleanliness. Remember first moving to this school, the classroom is full of garbage, children and teachers just throw garbage under the table. Apalgi if the semester is over, one week of classes is not cleaned. Eventually the trash builds up in the classroom. Surprisingly, the teachers here are accustomed and indifferent. Now it's been quiet, ever since I started fussing about learning the class should be clean, the kids have started cleaning the class. But still, under the window, the gutter of the trash table drawer remained.

My eyes were staring at the three lined rooms, where the occupants of the room said it was their home. Huft. Weight.

"The end of the class who still likes ignorant does not mang, the first time the test, the list is present until it is lost, we look for it to the table drawers are not there, there are no, suddenly it's at the front desk by the door."I asked. Remember the panic of the room supervisor looking for a map of the exam participants' attendance list. It makes no sense indeed, a map of that size could be invisible. When it was found, said the student examinee, there was nothing, just his exam paper, suddenly there was a yellow map on his desk.

We named the end-class occupant after Kimin.

"It's like ma'am, it's insyaf him," said Asep, smiling amusedly. He was the one who gave the name of the occupant of that end class. Ever since he worked in this school, there were often many distractions, things disappeared suddenly, doors opened brusquely closed, tables shifted, shadows flashing as if greeting him every time he cleaned the classroom corridor. If anyone complains or tells about the school disturbance, he simply replies, "The other one is Kimin..."

The night wind started to feel cold. At 23:00.

The kids are still engaged in night activities. We were immersed in each other's thoughts while watching the children who were still not sleepy and entered his tent. Suddenly Mang Udin said, "Mom.."

"Who's mang?", I asked

"That's.that from earlier we obrolin.he was talking about him, so from earlier follow here.."he added.

My hair suddenly stood up. I actually feel like someone is standing behind me, only I don't think it's them.

"Udah bu ah, do not need to be continued.then add many more who come, they are the most peaceful, if it is used as chat material.."ujar mang asep. "We're changing the conversation," he added. His eyes are still staring behind me. I knew there was a woman in a long-haired white dress.