GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 61: SECRET ROOM

Sorry for the delay in updates due to many things, start not feeling well and busy author in the real world. May the Readers be faithful in waiting for the continuation of this story.

Me and my four other friends rushed to the hall to clean the room. As soon as we opened the room, rubbish was littered everywhere. We only realized that there are still many students in this school who have not implemented a clean lifestyle in everyday life, including our own group. We also scattered in every corner of the room to speed up the cleaning process to be more effective. I've been cleaning up the north part of the hall, where the stage is.

"Let's hunt for work! Already want maghrib, " cried Lidya from the west stand.

"Okay, Lid" replied the other. I smiled faintly at Lidya's screams just now because in a place this wide we had to shout if we wanted to talk, so just remember my deaf neighbor. If I talk to my neighbor, I have to scream like Lidya just now like I was fighting.

"Where is lidya? Why isn't there? " i thought as I rubbed my eyes while glaring at the entire seat in the western stands.

"Oah, it turns out Lidya exists. Just now it's like disappearing like that, huh? Weird .... Ah never mind, maybe it's just the exhaustion effect."

I continued my work cleaning up the entire stage of the trash mostly made of plastic or paper. After I finished the stage, I continued cleaning around the stage and backstage. There was an oddity when I cleaned the bottom of the stage, it turned out that this stage was semi-permanent, made of several plywood each separated from each other. I counted the side there were about eight pallet arrays, and to the back there were about six pallet arrays. So this stage can actually be moved to another place if necessary. This means that the MOS Committee actually does not need to rent the stage anymore, just move this arrangement of pallets to the page. The weirdness I mean is at the back of the stage, right in the middle of it there is a door leaf blocked by this stage.

"What room is that?"

I came out from under the stage still with a million curiosity.

"Astagfirefullah!!! " my cry for suddenly in front of me was already standing a huge tall body figure standing on stage.

"Who are you, Tot. Just be surprised, "I said.

"Ngapain You jumped under the stage, Im? What else is sich? " asked Gatot with a flat face as if not feeling guilty had shocked me.

"I just cleaned under this stage, Tot. Are you done with your job?" my sergeant.

"We're all done with our duties, Im. We are here curious about your behavior that is not clear there, "cried Gatot.

"Damn You Tot. People again nyapu kolong even considered strange, "my answer.

"Yes, Im, the Gatot from earlier looked at your buttocks with strange eyes," said Fajar from the side of my left.

"Wow, the danger is if there is a Gatot?" I replied pretending to be a bloon to avenge Gatot's taunts.

"Damn you guys, what's the fuck?" gatot said with clenched hands inviting the laughter of the four of us.

"Yuk, we go to Mr. Mat's house first. Then pray Maghrib in the mosque," Cindy said while putting the garbage I had collected into the trash with a stick.

"Okeeee," the four of us answered as we walked out of the room carrying their own trash bins to put in front of the hall. I walked in the back so I shut the door. My hair suddenly brimmed when I suddenly heard a sigh from inside the room just as the door was about to close tightly. I squinted my eyes to find the source of the sound, but there was no one in there. I also continued to close the door. When I turned around, my friends were gone. It turns out they were in front of Mr. Mat's house. I quickly chased the four of them.

"Assalamualaikum." cried Lidya.

"Where are you from, Im? How long?" ask Dawn.

"Waalaikumsalam .." replied Mr. Mat.

"Sir, we came here willingly" said Lidya.

"You want to get the key?" cut her.

"I-iya," Lidya replied with a slight stammer.

"Wait a minute!" the man replied as he walked into his room leaving us at the door. I spread my eyes around Mr. Mat's living room. There's a jacket hanging on the calendar.

"That jacket?"

"Sorry to wait a long time yes, the key just now kesingsal, " said Mr. Mat while handing a key to Lidya with a face full of hospitality. There was no sadistic or evil impression of the man.

"Oh it's okay, sir. We are the only ones who apologized for bothering you," said Fajar.

" If you may know, can you drive a car?" chirping.

" Can, why?" Mr. Mat asked back in a surprised tone.

My four friends looked strangely at me.

"You mean what did Im ask like that to Mr Mat? Want to take you home? Strangely enough you, Mr. Mat does not have a car," said Fajar.

"It's not so, Jar. I-" answered.

"It's weird that you Im. Let's rush to the mosque it's time for the Adhan." Said Dawn while holding me leave the house of Mr. Mat followed by three other friends. Dawn did not give me a chance to answer Mr. Mat's question. Between annoyance and pleasure sich was treated like that by him. I was upset because it was considered strange. Glad that I was confused as to what to answer to Mr. Mat.

"Children don't let the key go away. Remember, in each key there is already writing each. Don't open the other rooms!" shouted Mr. Mat in a serious tone.

"Yes sir," the five of us replied as we turned towards Mr. Mat. Mr. Mat's eyes fixedly looked into my eyes, as if still curious about the purpose of my question earlier. His friendly face just now suddenly disappeared, changing with a mysterious face. Just as we started to step into the mosque, there was the sound of adhan from the TOA around the school. I turned to the left, the garbage car passed through the gate leaving the school building. We also immediately berwudlu and perform maghrib prayer in the mosque. At first only the five of us were in the mosque, but at the time of Dawn will start leading the prayer of worshipers, suddenly Pak Mat came to follow and replace the position of Dawn as an imam. As we were about to begin the impeachment of ihram, from the south precisely in the middle of the road in front of the master room, suddenly a white shadow appeared in the darkness. The white shadow looks like it is drifting towards this mosque. I gasp.

"What kind of shadow is that?"

SERIATE

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