GHOST SCREAMS

PREDESTINATION

Meanwhile, Mr. Hasan and Ms. Ningrum were at their home. The two of them had just performed Isha prayers in congregation. After that Mr. Hasan read the Qur’an in the living room, while Ms. Ningrum cooked a banana compote in the back. Since this afternoon, Ms. Ningrum's mind felt bad. Suddenly he remembered Imran, his son. When grating coconut to make coconut milk, suddenly his finger accidentally hit the grater.

“Yes Allah!” pekik Bu Ningrum spontaneous.

“Why, Mom?” shouted Mr. Hasan who heard his wife's call.

“My hand accidentally got a grated eye, sir!” ms. Ningrum replied while holding onto her sore index finger.

Mr. Hasan immediately walked up to his wife to the kitchen. He wanted to ensure the condition of his wife. It turned out that quite a lot of blood was coming out of his wife's index finger. Ms. Ningrum pressed her index finger to get her blood out. Mr. Hasan hurriedly took the kerosene that was in the jurigen. He poured kerosene into the bottle cap. He then brought the bottle cap filled with kerosene to his injured wife.

“Sini Bu his wound is given kerosene to heal quickly!” said it.

“Iya, Sir.”

The kerosene was poured onto Bu Ningrum's injured index finger.

“Ouch! That's right, Sir!” Ms. Ningrum complained of pain.

“Yes, eman peri. But, later the wound dry quickly.” Hasan tried to comfort his wife.

After no more blood flowed, Mr. Hasan then rubbed his wife's index finger with a clean cloth. Mr. Hasan also continued his wife's work which was delayed due to the incident. The man told his wife to rest in the room first, but Ms. Ningrum refused. She prefers to sit in the kitchen while watching her husband make Imran's favorite banana compote. She thought that if her husband made a mistake in the process of making banana compote, he could remind the husband directly.

“Pak, Imran is not here yet, yes?” asked Bu Ningrum with anxious feelings.

“Hm .. Maybe Imran is having an after-school Exchulse, Bu.” Sahut Pak Hasan while throwing slices of banana into the pot.

“But, this morning before leaving Imran did not say that there are Esksul activities, sir?”

“Maybe he forgot not to tell Mom?”

“Not usually he does, sir. I'm worried-“

“Mother don't worry so. Imran is big. He can definitely take care of himself.”

“But, Sir .. Since this afternoon my thoughts have not been tenant. I keep thinking of the boy, Mr.”

“Brought, Mom. Maybe it's just Mom's mind.”

Suddenly someone knocked on their door.

“Assalamualaikum ..”

“Waalaikumsalam .. Eh, Kyai Nur .. Monggo login, Kyai!” greet Bu Ningrum when he found out that his guest was his teacher as a child.

“Already, Nduk. I'm going to the market right away. Later the night hunt home if stop by here first. I'm just here to give you a little. I just happened to harvest in the garden.”

“Waduh, this Kyai really bother? Thank you very much, Kyai. Monggo sit down for a minute!”

“Already, Hasan. Next time only. Now I really am in the hunt.”

“Alright, Kyai. Be careful on the road!”

“Oh yes Kyai if you meet Imran on the road tell you to go home quickly, yes?”

“Loh, haven't gone home the kid?”

“But, Kyai.”

“Kyai right through the west road, Bu?” reprimand Mr. Hasan.

“Nothing, Sir. Who knew Imran was passing through there?”

“It looks like Imran if you go home always by road in the east?”

“Nothing, Hasan! Let your wife calm down. I think he's worried.”

“Well, right that's what Kyai said, sir!”

Kyai Nur went to the couple. Do not forget that Ms. Ningrum and Mr. Hasan shook hands with them. There was a strange sight at that time. Kyai Nur usually shed tears while shaking hands with the two of them.

“You two get along well, huh? Don't fight often!”

After the death of Kyai Nur, the two people were still talking.

“Kyai just kayak nangis, yes?”

“Bapak anyway wear negur Mother everything? Kyai Nur Mikir.”

“Lah, I use the message all?”

“Can it be okay too, sir? Just send a message. Who knows he met Imran on the road.”

“The way home our child will be different from the road that Kyai Nur wants to go, Bu.”

“Ah come on, Mr. this must be so. Don't understand women's feelings?”

“No, Mom. My point-“

“Just this Mr-“ Bu Ningrum suddenly smelled something.

Mr. Hasan was stunned for a moment. Then he also smelled something strange.

“Ya Allah ... compote the banana!” Mr. Hasan hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

*

Kyai Nur stopped his bike when he saw a crowd on the road. Out of curiosity, he asked one of the men there.

“Mas ... What's the rame-rame, yes?” ask Kyai Nur while poking someone's shoulder.

The man looked towards Kyai Nur. He was surprised to see Kyai Nur.

“Anu, Mbah. There is a wet hornbill,” he replied with a wave.

“Maling? Where's the thief?” ask Kyai Nur again.

“It ... is being beaten by citizens. Soon to burn.”

“Ya Allah ..” exclaimed Kyai Nur while parking his ontel bike and immediately walked hastily to grab the crowd.

The young man who was questioned by Kyai Nur was astonished by the old man's reaction. He tried to ban Kyai Nur, but was stopped because the old man had already swept away the crowd.

“What are you doing? Don't be a vigilante! You can all go to jail later. Better hand over the thief to the authorities!” kyai Nur shouted loudly.

Everyone who was in that place was shocked by Kyai Nur's sudden presence. Their attention was immediately drawn to the njai teacher.

“Who are you, Old Man?” yelled Karyo who was preparing to burn Imran and Bondan.

Kyai Nur turned towards Karyo.

“I'm a native here. I appeal to all of you to hand these two thieves over to the police. We can't be vigilante!” yell Kyai Nur.

“Older does not need to follow this problem! It is better for Old Man to step aside before we do rough,” shouted Darno.

“No! I will not leave until you stop this anarchist act.”

“How is it, Kang?” karyo asked Tarjo, who was lying on the lap of one of his men.

“Take that old geezer away! And continue burning those two rancid brats!” tarjo answered with emotion.

“Ready, Kang!” answer Karyo.

Karyo then codes some of his colleagues to take Kyai Nur away. The man refused to be pulled away. Kyai Nur was eventually forced to leave the place. However, the old man then heard a voice that he had memorized correctly.

“Mbah Nur!!” imran exclaimed after hearing the teacher's voice.

“Imran??” Kyai Nur was surprised because the voice came from two people who were said to be thieves by the young man he asked earlier. The condition of the two teenagers who were drenched in kerosene and full of wounds made it difficult for Kyai Nur to recognize the student.

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