GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 59: SIGNS OF LOVE

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Unlike the members of the Fajar team who had already known the message from Mbah Iyem, I and the four other children suddenly shuddered at the disco to hear the message. It made our minds jumble more and more instantly. While the day is getting late.

"Let's clean up the eastern class first so that the class is still not locked by Mr. Mat!" take me to all who are there.

"Okay" they answered.

We also stepped towards the eastern class which during MOS activities was also occupied as a place for new students to carry out a series of activities. For ordinary days, this row of classes is used by the second class to participate in teaching and learning activities.

"Because the number of brooms in each classroom there are only two, then each room will be filled by three children, two are in charge of sweeping the floor, one person is in charge of wiping the table, tidying the teacher's desk, tidying the teacher's desk, and wiping the inner window. While I myself will wipe the outer windows of the three rooms that we will clean and prepare the trash. And so on we will do it until these twelve classrooms are clean" Dawn decisively commanded.

"Ready Mr. Chairman!" answer us.

We moved quickly to do our own jobs. I was by chance in a room with Cindy.

"Hi, you wipe the tables and windows huh? Imran and I will sweep the floor outside" Cindy said.

"All right" replied the boy.

Cindy and I began to sweep the classroom very carefully so as not to leave any dust or pieces of paper. We all do it extra quickly so that all the work can be done as soon as possible. However, when Cindy and I finished sweeping the room, the friends in the other room were still sweeping the porch. Suddenly I heard a humming sound from the next room.

Na nah ... Na nah ... Na nah ...

The voice was clearly heard in my ear. I turned to Cindy and said.

"Cin, did you just hear something?" my many.

"Ooo ... The voice of someone who was singing a song that Kak Dino once performed?" Cindy asked in a flat tone.

"Yes Cin" I replied.

"Ah, at most Lidya is singing next door. He really likes that song" said Lidya.

"I'm not sure Lidya was singing just now, because her voice was very melodious and a little creepy" I replied.

"Let's just go there to make sure, as well as to go to our next room" Cindy said.

We were followed by our other friend. As we were about to reach the door in the next room, suddenly nongol someone's head was behind the door.

"Astagfireullah! Just surprise you Lid," cried Cindy.

"Eh, I'm sorry I'm going to your class for hearing someone's humming voice, I thought you were singing a song that Kak Dino once sung?" Lidya.

"What??? You heard it too? We just came here because we wanted to ask if it was you who just sang," I cried in astonishment.

"Women here aren't just me and Lidya, and if it's not the two of us, who's dong?" asked Cindy who just touched make all of us who stood there suddenly creeps.

For a few minutes we were glued there, suddenly one of the children said.

"Here we go, let's forget that mysterious voice. We'd better close all the windows and doors we've cleaned so that the class doesn't put the dust back in,"

"True, let's get moving right away because we still have a lot of work to do. Five of us will be home soon too, right?" my word.

We closed all the doors and windows and rushed to the next classroom. Feelings of anxiety still envelop our hearts, but we continue to move because it is pursued by time. I don't think we're almost done cleaning up this row of classrooms to the east. We were already preparing for the southern classroom when I suddenly accidentally saw a strange inscription on top of one made of teak wood. I was quite surprised to read that.

"What's up, Im?" reproof Cindy.

"Eh, no ... This is a piece of writing that I find strange" I replied.

"I LOVE YOU, HASAN .... BY M..," Cindy spelled the writing on the table that was not so clear because there were some parts peeled off. "didn't this Hasan if it wasn't wrong your father's name, Im? Who's M's initials?" Cindy said.

"Yes, Hasan is my father's name. That M-initial I don't know, it could be Mimin, it could be Mumun, or-" I replied.

"Uncle, he he he .. kidding. Never mind, who has the name Hasan is not just your father, let alone your father has been leaving this school for decades," replied Cindy.

"That's right, Cin. But if you look at the condition of the writing, does the child now have a writing with such old-fashioned type?" my spoken.

"Yes, too, sich, but we should immediately continue our work, fearing the hunt for maghrib," said Cindy.

"Okay dech, Cin," I replied.

[Krieeeet ..]

Suddenly the window on the easternmost part opened by itself when it was closed by my friend. I saw a shadow leaving the classroom behind the east wall. I seem to be poulting with the girl's physical shape and hair.

"MITHA????" call me to a shadow just now.

There is no lawfulness. I ran out followed Cindy while closing the door. I chased the shadow behind the eastern wall. But there's nobody there. Only the scent of the ylang suddenly burst forth. My feathers suddenly goosebumps.

"Mitha?????" call me once more while still running around the east wall directly to the back of the building. There was no one behind the building. Only vacant land planted with Japanese grass connects with the bathroom divider wall that we cleaned before.

Na .... Na .... Na ....

The humming sound of the song came back from the classroom we had just left. But this time the humming noise was no longer faint but louder, even the breath of the humming person I could hear.

"Im ... The voice was heard again" Lidya cried.

"Yes Cin. Let's look inside. I want to know who is playing us" I replied.

"Wouldn't we go after the other kids who are walking towards the south classroom? I'm afraid Im ...," whispered Cindy.

"No Cin. If you are afraid, you can catch up with other friends. Let me be alone to look inside" I replied.

"No Im. I'll just go with you. At least later if he comes, I can shout to be heard by friends and class brothers who are cleaning the back room," replied Cindy.

"Okay, let's slow us forward again to peek at the origin of the sound" I whispered.

We also crept from the back of the building to the front to peek at the owner of the sound that makes our feathers stand up. Each step is in tune with the sound of the tone and the breath.

Na .... Na .... Na ....

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