Ghost Story (The Story of the Angler)
The Story of the Angler (Camping Bag.2)
The sound of water rustling woke Juned up from his sleep, his voice was exactly like someone was washing their feet in the water of the reservoir. Juned looked around, but there was no one on the water. Without poking him, Juned started a bonfire that was almost extinguished, because the air felt very cold.
Time is pointing at 2am. The dizziness from the alcohol had subsided a bit, but suddenly Juned felt very hungry. Then he remembered the fish caught by Bejo and Edi pack earlier. The fish was still lying near the bonfire.
Without a second thought, Juned picked up the three fish and headed towards the water's edge to clean them up. Again focused on cleaning the fish, suddenly heard again the gurgling of water on his left side, like someone playing water, this time it sounded very clear.
But again there was no one at all, even the water level of the reservoir seemed calm without the slightest ripple. Juned was a ignorant person with all apparitions, so he casually walked back to the campfire in front of the tent. It was then that he felt an extremely violent gust of wind from behind, from the direction of the reservoir!
Before Juned could turn around, the gust of wind had passed through him and targeted a tent used by Mamat and Supri. The tent was like it was being hit by a storm, shaking and like it was about to lift up from the ground. And strangely, the only tent that was inhabited by Mr. Bejo and Edi was as if it was untouched by the harsh wind!
Just for a moment the tent was violently shaken, after that the wind seemed to just leave. Juned already knew that he was being buffeted by the local wind and the gurgling sound of the water, but without ignoring it he continued to step towards the bonfire and started burning the three fish.
After the fish was ripe, Juned directly ate it without any seasoning. His stomach now felt full because the three fish were as big as a palm. Then he went back to sleep, collapsed near the Jon as if nothing had happened, even so, his right hand still tightly grasped the mainstay. Juned was asleep.
But suddenly Juned heard a loud sigh from Jon, and his body trembled violently. Juned opened his eyes, and found a human silhouette right above him! With the light of the campfire, Juned could see that the razor was a very old man, his cheeks were deflated and very wrinkled.
The old man was wearing black clothes and some kind of batik blangkon on his head. He sat next to Jon, looking over Jon's body with his right hand resting on Jon's chest. This is why Jon had trouble breathing until he tried to breathe very hard.
"Why are you?!" snapped Juned.
Without hesitation, Juned directly turned his machete towards the head of the old man figure earlier. He was worried that the old man would hurt Jon. But before the machete reached the head, suddenly the figure of the old man disappeared just like that.
Juned was still sitting, the Jon had fallen asleep again quietly, his body was not shaking and his breathing was regular. It turned out that the old man was a nation of refined beings who were about to disturb him. Juned began to think, the sound of the water slick of the reservoir, the strong wind that only blew into one tent, and the appearance of the figure of the old man earlier, all was proof that Juned was being targeted.
"Is it because I've burned the graveyard stakes?" june asked inwardly. "But what does that have to do? Dead people are dead, it is impossible to rise again.most stray ghosts who want to disturb.."
Juned decided to go to sleep again. His gulp was still clasped in his right hand, preparing for any distractions. And after that no more distractions came.
In the morning, at sunrise, Juned woke up with his stomach twisted. He ran to the edge of the reservoir and vomited a lot. Even the fish he ate last night went all out. Juned was sitting limp on the edge of the water, he was inexhaustible with what had happened to him. Mr. Bejo came to him.
"Lu why is Ned vomiting?"
"No tau sir. may be the effect of myrrh semalem.." jaeab Juned.
"Mistake it yourself. It's like drinking it.." said Mr. Bejo. "Holy hell you see what?"
"Do you know, sir?" asked Juned astonished.
"Si Jon the story.Semalem he's like pressed on the chest, and then he's heard you yell at someone.."
"Where does Jon know? Is he sleeping?" ask Juned.
"He knows everything that's going on, but it's too bad to wake up.."
Finally Juned told him everything he had experienced last night, without being reduced or added. Mr. Bejo took a long breath.
"Gue often fishing here, night fishing is also often, but has never seen a sighting.Said residents here, the cemetery is also not at all haunted.."
"Is it because of the graveyard stake, sir?" ask Juned.
"Not to be thought of.at least just a nosy creature." said Mr. Bejo. "Lu not fishing?"
"It's just sir. My stomach is still not good." replied Juned. "Where are others?"
"Udah on nybar, nyari spot by myself. I also want fishing.."
"Sampeyan first, sir." jaeab Juned.
Finally, Mr. Bejo left Juned on the edge of the reservoir to find his own spot. It's tawes season again in this northern reservoir. Tawes fish are abundant and large, so the group seemed to agree to set the wasp as a target today.
Fishing technique this time is very different, namely the technique of 'nyeret', fishing with a float made of garlic sticks or slipper pieces. The depth of the attack point is only two feet from the surface of the water. The bait used is a catfish pellet that has been given water until it is in the form of a lump together.
Previously the water surface was lined with pur br chicken feed for fishing wasps came, after which the new bait was plugged into the water. The buoy on the surface of the water was dragged very slowly to the left and right back and forth, and automatically the bait that was in the water was dragged and moved. That is why this technique is called 'nyeret'.
When there are wasps that snatch the bait, then usually the fish will be stuck alone in the eye of the hook without the need to jerk the fishing rod. Actually, this technique is very easy, but it takes a long practice. In the group only Supri has not been able to use this technique.
Two hours passed, the sun began to rise. Juned was still sitting in front of the tent, his body still feeling weak. He only noticed Supri who was fumbling in front of him. Because Supri can not fish with a dragging technique, then he decided to nyobok with moss bait alone.
"Or, from earlier, no one was involved.." said Supri.
"Mending you find a pari wader aja.dapetnya many and spouty." said Juned.
"That little wader?"
"Woo. don't underestimate your wader, even if it's small but delicious meat.." replied Juned.
Supri started to get interested, so she came out of the water. "What's the bait crus?"
"It's worm cake.I bring worms too." said Juned.
Juned began to demonstrate how to set a special fishing rod for waders, with short and small fishing rods, thin strings, buoys and small lead, hookpun eyes were selected the smallest, with a small worm bait. All are small because the wader is also small.
Whether out of desperation or curiosity, Supri ended up fishing waders too. And half of the day they were both even engrossed in fishing wader that was no more than the index finger. It is very exciting fishing wader, because his life is very crowded, so the snaps on the bait continue to come non-stop.
By midday, they've got one bucket of five kilos of paint! So they decided to rest. Cooked rice, eggs, instant noodles for lunch. That's when other members of the group began to arrive, on average they brought a lot of results.
One person donated three tawes to fry in that place as well. And when all the food was cooked, the whole group began to enjoy lunch together in the tent. The menu is rice, eggs, instant noodles and of course fried taees. With a plate of banana leaves. What an actual catch and cook camping event.
Overcast came rolling when they finished eating, the weather that had been very bright changed instantly. But they still have to clean their respective fish catches, so before it rains, they start doing it.
"Why should it be cleaned now? You can do it at home, right?" ask Supri.
"Fish tawes are easily rotten if not cleaned.ntar nyampe the house is rotten.." replied Mr. Bejo.
"Wader fish, sir?" ask Supri.
"Yes the same should be cleaned now." replied Mr. Bejo.
"Waduh.. I have to clean the wader one bucket..?"
"Pake how to fast just. just push-pencet doank already out his entrails." said Juned. "Ntar doesn't help.."
So Supri and Juned began working together to clean up the wader of that bucket. They are racing with time because the cloudy increasingly blackened. But thankfully, it rained right at the time they were done. They immediately ran to the tent.
It rained heavily from the sky, but all the company was in the two dome tents. They also sleep while waiting for rain. But until half-hour 4pm, the rain had not stopped either. Intention to continue macimg after lunch so failed miserably. They gathered together in a tent to negotiate.
"We have to be reckless with the rain, because the pickup car will come at half-five." said Mr. Bejo.
"Walah. tau gini mending from just now just go home. don't wait for rain.." gerundel the Jon.
"Who knows the rain will be long gini?" edi Sahut.
"You want to get wet two hours drive to Jon's house?" ask Mr. Bejo.
"I'm wearing a raincoat, sir." replied Jon.
"What did you bring..?" ask Mr. Bejo.
"Clearly take it.." said Jon.
"Trus who didn't bring a raincoat..?"
All were silent, a sign that each one was carrying his own raincoat.
"OK. clear yes.we start packing right now.."
Under the heavy rain they began to dismantle the tent, packing all the cooking utensils and also all the fishing gear. Within half an hour, everything was in order, and they began to leave the outskirts of the reservoir.
Unlike yesterday's departure time which took a detour to avoid the grave, this time they passed by on the main road, and of course passed through the grave. Supri looks shudder in horror because they just found out that their tent is located very close to the grave.
Juned could still see the holes in some of those graves, the pit marks he pulled out last night. And amidst the torrential rain, Juned saw a figure standing in one of the graves. The figure of the old man in black and horned batik on the head, and he was staring intently at Juned!
Juned continued his steps without poking him, but his hand held the hilt tightly. It seemed that only he could see the figure of the old man, because the others seemed to be at ease. Fortunately, the trip did not get any interference until they arrived at the village.
