GHOST SCREAMS
CINDY'S HOUSE
Imran is on school holiday today. She plans to go to Cindy's house to treat her curiosity for Cindy's purpose in looking for her at school. Before leaving, Imran asked permission from his mother and father. Not to forget the teenager also brought a bottle of warm tea for supplies on the trip. The bottle was wrapped in black crackle. Then the crackle was placed on the steering wheel of his grandfather's bicycle. He did not bring his own bike because his condition was damaged. Both of his parents did not have the money to fix it in the workshop.
Along the way, Imran still harbored trauma if riding a bicycle to the west of his house. He still harbors a fear of Grandma Kelana who once interfered with his travels during his Junior High School. He continued to pray that his journey this time was not interrupted by Grandma Kelana again.
Along the way, Imran tries to remember the ancer-ancer Cindy once gave him. After traveling for about an hour, and also asking the surrounding residents he met, finally arrived the teenager in front of a house that is quite spacious yard. Turns out it was Cindy's house, her Junior High friend.
Cindy lives with her parents. Cindy told Imran that for a while her uncle who became a security guard at SMUN 14 lived in the house because all for treatment therapy which was located close to Cindy's house.
“You have no trouble finding my house, Im?”
“Not really. I asked your neighbor. Oh yeah, you were yesterday to my school, huh?”
“Iya, Im. I was told by my uncle to send a letter of illness to the school where he worked.”
“What did my uncle hurt, Cin? It's been a few days I haven't seen him standing guard at Satpam.” post
“That's it, Im. That's why I was looking for you to convey something important to you.”
“Something that matters?”
“Im .. We've taken uncle to the doctor. My uncle's doctor said it was just a normal stomachache. Uncle Just given stomach pain medication and told to rest a lot.”
“Lah, continue?”
“Im .. How uncle wants to sleep well is wong he is like to experience trauma so.”
“Trauma?”
“Iya, Im. The uncle said that every night he stayed at school, he was bullied by ghosts.”
“Hantunya Mr Misnanto? That was it, Cin? After the body of Mr. Misnanto was found in the archive room, there were no more school residents who were bullied by the spirit of Mr. Misnanto.”
“Not, Im .. It was not the spirit of Mr. Misnanto that disturbed my uncle”
“Continue? Whose uncle was bullied?”
Cindy had yet to answer Imran's question, suddenly they were startled by the sound of screaming from the inside.
“Who is it, Cin?”
“That's my uncle's voice, Im. That is when the trauma arises. Come on, if you want to see?”
“Always can?”
“Bby.”
Cindy takes Imran to her uncle's room. Arriving at her uncle Cindy's room, the teenager noticed a strange sight there. The room was very bright and the windows were closed. Imran glanced over the ceiling. It turned out that the room was fitted with a lamp with a very large power of about 50 watts. Something that no one else does. Especially for lighting in private rooms.
“Cin, the lights are so bright? Why not just open the window so that sunlight enters?” whispered Imran.
“Iya, Im. Uncle was afraid to use a dim light. Uncle is also afraid that the window will open.”
“Despite daylight like this?”
“This light is on 24 hours, Im.”
“How about a power outage?”
“Entertainment. Yesterday the day after tomorrow uncle shouted for company in the room because of fear.”
“Ya Allah .. pity your uncle, Cin.”
“Iya, Im. Sick a few days, but uncle's body is instantly skinny, right?”
“Iya. May your uncle recover, Cin.”
“Loh, that's a student at the school where uncle works, Cin?” greet her uncle Cindy.
“Iya, Uncle. This is Imran my Junior High friend first.”
“Oalah .. I am now in a strange pain, Im. Sick is afraid of the devil. Gimananih time there is my rich cowardly security guard?”
“May uncle recover quickly.”
“Aamiiin …. Thanks, Im. Whereas when there were many rumors about Mr. Misnanto's ghost, I wasn't this scared. You know, I work as usual. Even once also caught the ghost of Mr. Misnanto. Fear, yes. But not as bad as now.”
“If I may know, what ghost does Uncle see that makes Uncle this happy?”
Cindy's uncle was silent for a moment. He's setting his breath.
“Hantunya Man Dirin, Im.” His uncle Cindy said as she looked towards Imran.
“Loh, Mang Dirin is not dead yet? He just ran away? Uncle knows where if the ghost that Uncle saw was the ghost Mang Dirin?”
Again, for her uncle Cindy to catch her breath. This time there was a wet liquid on the corner of his lips. Cindy wiped the liquid with the tissue on the table.
“I'm also surprised, Im. How can humans live as ghosts. But the ghost is very similar to the photo of Mang Dirin on display in the old school employee data file. I once fiddled to see a photo of Mang Dirin with Bu Iis.”
“Yes Allah!!”
“Tidaaaak! Goiiii! Don't blow it in my brain! Goiiii!” His uncle Cindy suddenly screamed like people were scared.
Both of his hands tightly grasped the bed sheet.
“Quiet, Uncle! It's me and Imran! Uncle don't have to be afraid!” Cindy stroked her uncle's forehead to ease her fear.
Imran also took hold of the feet of Cindy's uncle. After that Cindy gave the medicine given by the doctor. Then her uncle Cindy calmed down again. A few seconds later, Cindy's uncle went to sleep.
“Come, we go to the living room again, Im!”
“Your uncle is okay left alone?”
“This time aunty came from the stall to look after her.”
The two of them continued the conversation in the living room.
“Im, what do you think of something my uncle saw?”
“Any yes, Cin. How could your uncle be bullied by a ghost similar to Mang Dirin?”
“Im, are you sure Mang Dirin is still alive?” Suddenly Cindy uttered the sentence.
“You mean, you suspect that Mang Dirin is dead?”
“Iya, Im. I suspect that actually Mang Dirin was also killed just like Mr. Misnanto. It's just that Mang Dirin's name was used as a scapegoat to cover up the crime.”
“So, do you think Mr Misnanto's killer was not actually Mang Dirin, but someone else who also killed Mang Dirin?”
“Ya ..” Cindy answered firmly.
Imran gawked at the analysis of his Junior High friend.
“Im, I'm asking you for help. You go to school there. Please do the same as when we were Junior High. I'm sure that if the case is fully revealed, my uncle can be cured. Poor little boy.”
“But, Cin ..”
“Plis, Im .. If you need my help, I will help you. Plis yes, Im!” Cindy shed her tears as she said the sentence of the plea to Imran.
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