GHOST SCREAMS

TERMINALS

The atmosphere of the terminal at that time was quite crowded with visitors who had just come or were going to leave the city. The terminal is one of the city's proud public facilities because it is one of the crowd centers that generate a lot of income for the local government. Its strategic location makes the terminal rapid development.

Imran and Bondan this time have been wearing a covered jacket to camouflage into the general public. They are not like High School kids. Moreover, Bondan who has a slightly patchy posture makes the teenager that one is difficult to recognize as a student again. Even so they still have to remain vigilant because the blow on the man's face had begun to leave swelling on the teenager's face.

“Arrrgh! My lips are a little twitching, Im. Where are we going now?”

“We're looking for a stall that's a bit old, Ndan. So ask for warm water nails to compress your face that was hit by the man earlier.”

“Oke ... That, Im. At the end there seems to be a stall that is rather old building compared to other stalls.”

“He's right, Ndan. Come on, we'll be there soon!”

The two teenagers also swiftly walked down the sidewalk around the terminal to one of the stalls located opposite the terminal. It was not until ten minutes until the two of them arrived in front of the shop. The atmosphere in the stall is currently quite quiet. There was only one visitor sitting down enjoying a cigarette and a cup of coffee. At that time the other stalls are also still quiet conditions. Maybe at those hours people are still not interested in kongkow-kongkow in the stall.

“Excuse me, Mbah!” Imran walked into the shop and headed straight for the storefront table.

“Iya, Dik's. What message do you want?” replied an old man who was heating the water on the stove.

The old man's condition was already old and his posture looked a bit bent. There was a scar on one of his hands.

“We want to order two glasses of warm tea. Same as buying a bowl of warm water nails. What can?” imran said with a little stammering.

“The warm tea is there, Dik. For what warm water, Dik?”

“This, to compress my friend,” replied Imran while pointing towards Bondan.

“Loh, why your face, brother? You guys must have fought, huh? Don't like fighting! Ntar you can be arrested by the police. In addition, if something happens with you your parents must be confused.”

“Iya, Sir. Someone tried to force us to ask for money. Because we refused, they immediately punched my friend this.”

“Duh, surely it's her daughter Tarjo's gang . You guys were fighting or what?” The old man looked a little panicked.

“Hm .. We fought back so they were knocked out and apologized to us.”

“WHAT? You guys should be careful. They must have reported to their friends and their parents. Her hair was a little long, wasn't it?”

“Iya. Why, Sir?”

“Duh, that's Tarjo's son. His father was the head thug here. Duh, you better get out of here before they come back and gang up on you two.” The old man was panicking.

“But, Sir! My face is still hurting now. Let me compress the wound on my face first, yes?” whining Bondan pretends to buy time.

“We're also very thirsty, sir. From this afternoon we haven't had a drink at all.” Imran went on a show.

“Ya already! Here I have prepared your order. After this you two should get out of here before it's too late.” The old man brought tea and warm water to the table.

The old man also lent him a clean cloth to use Bondan compress the part of his face that was picked up by the young thugs in the terminal.

“You also got jotos, Dik?” Old Man holds Imran's head while watching the teenage temple like a scar.

The scar shape on Imran's temple made the old man think for a moment.

“Where's your house, Dik?” ask her seriously.

“You're Ningrum's son, yes?”

Imran was surprised to get an interrogative question from the old man.

“Where do you know my mother's name?”

“So it's true you're his son Ningrum?” The old man looked at Imran's face with haru.

“I-iya, Sir. My mother's name is Ningrum. What's with my mom, sir?”

“Yes Allah …. Yes Robbi .. I'm a friend of your father's, son. I used to go with your father wherever he went. It turns out that you have been this big when you were a toddler when I accidentally injured your temple with a wire. Turns out the scar is still there until now.” Old Man holds Imran's temple.

“So, the father's friend told by mother is this Father? Ja. Mom once told me he said the scar on my temple is because when I was a child there was a friend who was carrying a wire to the house. Coincidentally, at home, it took a lot of wire. At the time everyone was off guard, I suddenly crawled towards the wire and accidentally scratched my temple wire deep enough. It is said that at that time my father fainted because he saw a lot of blood coming out of my temple. It is also said that the father was hostile to the father's friend who brought a wire to the house. Is that true, Sir?”

“Iya right, Im. your father is very dear to you so he was angry with me. Since that incident, we have been in a relationship for a few months. Fortunately, your mother who seduced your father to want to establish friendship again.” The old man told me while shedding tears.

“Iya. Mother said this father in addition to friends is also a parent for my father because in the past when grandfather was still alive, Mr. Sud knew first with grandfather.”

“He's right, son. Oh yeah, you guys better get out of here now. I'm afraid Tarjo will come looking for you. He is the person who is ignorant and indiscriminate if you want to hurt people.”

“Who is Tarjo, sir? He has always been a thug here tah?”

“Had been a regular Angkot driver. But a few years ago he stopped being a driver Angkot and became a thug around this terminal.”

“Why did he switch professions, Sir?”

“You don't say anything but, yeah? Besides being the driver of Angkot he seems to do illegal business.”

“What illegal business?”

“Already! You don't have to talk about that. Better now you and your friend get out of here before it's too late.”

“Iya. Thank you, Sir. But, before I go home I want to ask something to Father is it okay? You see I came here actually want to do interview assignments in school.”

“Hm ... Hunting but ... You want to ask what?”

“Pak, among the Angkot drivers who become customers in this shop. What is most effective for you?”

Old Man scrunched his forehead.

“Hm ... There ... Why?”

“Try telling me about that Angkot driver!”

“Ya .. She's nice, friendly, and every day is definitely a coffee here. Unfortunately, his life is short. Some time ago he had an accident and died.”

Imran and Bondan are stunned to hear the Old Man's story. They were reminded of the figure of Arini's adoptive father.

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