GHOST SCREAMS

MASSACRES

Kyai Nur's eyes were immediately fixed on the figure of Imran who was lying helplessly on the cobblestone road. Imran deliberately tilted his head to the left so that the teacher can see his face. The old man was immediately shocked to learn that one of the teenagers who would be massacred was his favorite student. The sky seemed to collapse at that moment for the old man. His heart stopped beating. He really did not expect that his favorite disciple would have such a fate.

“Im-imraaaaaaaaaaaan!!!” a loud shout came out from the mouth of the old man who always spoke softly.

Karyo and Darno did not care about Kyai Nur's screams. Tarjo shouted back to remind Karyo and Darno to immediately do his job of burning the two teenagers who had beaten up their children.

“Bakaaaaaaar!!!!”

Hearing the screams of Tarjo and also the reaction of Karyo and Darno who had been on standby to burn Imran and Bondan, Kyai Nur immediately hysterical. With all his might he tried to release himself from the grip of some of Tarjo's men who were trying to keep the old man away from the location.

“Tidaaaaaaaaak!!! Don't burn them! They're good boys. Don't you guys be your own vigilante! Release!”

No matter how hard they tried to hold Kyai Nur, their strength was not strong enough to hold the religious man off and ran towards Karyo and Darno who were getting closer to Imran and Bondan.

Brak! Bruk!

Kyai Nur brushed off the hands of Darno and Karyo who were trying to start a match and thrown at the student and his friend.

“Aduh!” peekkik Darno's.

“Ah!” karyo.

Clontang!

The two matches held by the two of them were thrown into the street and hit the rocks lined up there. Tarjo and his men stared in anger at Kyai Nur.

“Please, you guys don't burn these two kids! I'm sure there's just a misunderstanding. This kid taught me. I know for a fact he is a good boy and hangs out with good kids as well. We better leave this matter to the police alone.” Kyai Nur tried to explain her argument to everyone who was in the place.

“Ha ha ha ha ha .. Good boy? The cops? You need to know Old Man, just because they are both so good pretentious children then they both should be killed,” shouted Darno loudly without maintaining courtesy towards the older person.

“Sorry, I don't understand what you mean?” sahut Kyai Nur's.

“Don't Understand? All right I'll explain! These two kids are already beating up our kids in the terminal!” karyo shouted with glaring eyes.

“Teaching your children?” Kyai Nur still did not understand the direction of their conversation.

“Iya. These two children refused to be asked for money by our children, so there was a fight between our children and these two children. Our son got battered and you need to know, because of the actions of these two children, everyone in the terminal laughed at us all. Where would we put our faces as thugs in control of the terminal if we were silent to see our children being hugged? ”

“Ooooo .. So you're all these terminal goons? Tell you what, I make sure these two children will not go there again and interfere with your activities there. But please let them go! Poor parents they must be waiting at home.” Kyai Nur tried to seduce them.

Karyo and Darno were silent for a moment. However, then came Tarjo's heavy voice from behind them.

“No! Burn the two kids. If the Old Man gets in the way, kill him too!” tarjo's voice with all his might.

“Ready, Kang!” sahut Darno's.

“Please Old Man step aside! If Old Man still wants to live,” shouted Karyo.

Hearing the conversation of the three thugs certainly made Kyai Nur's blood rustle. He did not think with his mind. He is increasingly anxious about the fate that will befall Imran and his friend. As his teacher, he did not want his student to die at the hands of the criminals.

Kyai Nur then turned around and tried to get Imran and his friend to get up and run away from the place.

“Come, our kids should get out of here soon!” kyai Nur said to the two teenagers.

“Keep that old man!” shouted Darno to his men.

Everyone who was in that place was trying to dissuade Kyai Nur from helping Imran and Bondan. However, their hands were pushed aside by the old man. Some of them even tried to hit Kyai Nur, but their attack failed due to being attacked back by the man. Some of Tarjo's men were slammed into the ground after being attacked by Kyai Nur. However, they did not give up other men trying to attack the religious leaders and again they failed.

However, something beyond belief happened. When Kyai Nur began to wear out of the attack of Tarjo's men, Darno suddenly hit the back of Kyai Nur's head with a stone that was quite large.

“Ya Allah ..” strangle Kyai Nur while holding his head which starts to bleed.

“Mbah ..” cried Imran weakly as he saw his teacher in pain and slumped down the road.

With a crawl the teenager walked towards his teacher. His cry broke out as he had already managed to grab onto Kyai Nur's body.

“Mbaaaaah .. Mbaaaaah ..” Shouted Imran.

“Im .. Im..” Kya Nur said slowly while holding the head of his student before he was unconscious.

“Do not long. Raise collect their bodies and burn!” shouted Darno loudly.

Tarjo's men also lifted Bondan who had been limp over the bodies of Imran and Kyai Nur. Darno and Karyo were again on standby to burn their bodies. The matches are already lit in their hands and just thrown into the body of Imran or Bondan.

Dor's! Dor's!

I heard gunshots twice. And a second later Karyo and Darno complained in pain to their blood-splitting hands.

“Aaaaaaargggh!”

Unfortunately, the match that had been lit was released from their hands and could have been struck by the flame of the fire in the body of Imran and Bondan.

Wuss!

A flash of shadow deftly snatched kicking the two matches away from the three bodies that were helpless.

“Pak Prapto!” tarjo muttered in a weak voice.

“Their frames are all!” shouted Pak Prapto to his men who came almost late.

Furthermore, there were many warning shots issued by Pak Prapto's men. Some of Tarjo's men tried to fight the officers, although they failed because the officers controlled them with their martial arts and firearms. While many of them also tried to run, but continued to be pursued by the police. Some run to the fields, rivers, and to the graves.

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