GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 66: MA MEGA

Thank you for your loyalty following the storyline of the novel Kampung Hantu.

Before I got to where the boy was standing, he had already walked in to the right. Maybe he'll go into his house. I can't confirm it because my view is blocked by a fairly lush fence plant. When I was sure to get to where the girl was standing, again I was surprised because on my right there was a house large enough, alone, there was no other house around.

"We're here, Fren!" shouts Dawn.

"Yes, to our right is Bu Mega's house. The mound of land that was given the fence must be the grave told by the father," replied Lidya.

"Come, we'll go down to see Mega Ma'am!" gatot.

We went into the yard and parked our bike right in front of his house. My mind was not calm at the time. Especially with the grave in front of the house as I see it today, it gives rise to its own mystical aura.

"Where did the girl go? Did he enter this house? Is that Mita? Could Mita be Bu Mega's son?"

None of my questions were answered. There was only one way that I could figure out the answer, which was to go in and ask the inhabitants of this house.

"Asalamualaikum ...," said Fajar.

Silence, no answer.

"Asalamualaikum ...," said Fajar again.

Still remain silent. We started thinking that Mega Ma was out.

"Assalamualaikum ..," Gatot took over to say the greeting with his loud and echoing voice.

"Waalaikumsalam ...," the voice of the sahutan from inside the house.

His voice sounded a little slow, but heavy. A few seconds later the doorknob in front of us turned followed by a loud door creaking sound. After the door opened to about ninety degrees, we could see what the voice's owner looked like. A middle-aged woman with sharp eyes and looks less friendly.

"Mrs Mega?" pekik Lidya spontaneous.

The owner of the house stared intently at Lidya. Lidya swallowed her own saliva. Being stared at like that makes Lidya uncomfortable and implied a sense of regret to have mentioned the woman's name first.

"Who are you?" The woman asked back. Still with cynical eyes, as if to swallow us all round.

"We are students of Junior High School 1 Karang Jati," replied Fajar taking over the position of Lidya.

"What do you need to come all the way here? " ask the woman again with her cynical face.

"We're here to see Mega. Does Bu Mega live in this house?" Dawn tried to calmly answer the woman's question.

"I'm called Mega Ma. I don't seem to know you guys" said the woman, still hiding part of her body behind the door.

"Can we go inside first?" I interrupted Dawn. The woman stared at my face. For some reason after observing my face, his cynical aura slightly diminished. Then he opened the door for us.

"Please enter!" abugn.

We entered the house one by one.

"Great you, Im. Use what study so that the ladies of the judes will be crushed on you?" whispered Gatot. I just reacted with a smile.

The five of us followed Bu Mega to his living room which was quite spacious. There was a piano in the corner of the room, there was a guitar hanging on the wall, and there was a violin left lying on the table. In some parts of the wall there is a poster of the singer first.

"Actually, what is it that you suddenly came here carrying the name SMP 1 Karang Jati? Are you the manager of OSIS in charge of census alumni? Why should I be censored?" Mom Mega asked.

"Look, Mom. Introduce my name Imran, and these four children are my friends at school. This bongsor is called Gatot, this is Dawn, this is Cindy, and this one is called Lidya. Did Bu Mega know someone named Hasan during school at Junior High School 1 Karang Jati?" my word.

"Which one, huh?" Mega asked back.

"Did Ms. Mega know more than one Hasan during school?" I asked back too.

"No, anyway. There was only one Hasan I knew well back then. If not wrong, he is from Jatisari. He likes to play ball, many girls who have a crush on him at that time. Including me too. Why are you asking me about Hasan? I'm sorry if I digress, discuss personal matters in the past" said the middle-aged woman with a red face.

"It's my father, ma'am" I replied in a flat tone.

"What??? Quickly, starting earlier I noticed your face this really does not seem foreign in my eyes. You're Hasan's son, are you? How's your father, Le? What I said was not true, huh? He he ...." Bu Mega who was initially sniffed, suddenly became friendly instantly.

"Alhamdulillah, my father is well, ma'am." I answered.

"I haven't seen your father in a long time. Last meeting at your father's graduation. However, occasionally I still hear information about your father's football in the world of football from neighbors. Oh yeah, which one's your mom, Le?" Bu Mega asked again with enthusiasm, while the four other friends were dumbfounded.

"My mother was named Ningrum, my father's roommate. Mother is also an alumni of SMP 1 Karang Jati," I replied.

"That clever ringrum? Who gets scholarships from school?" The eyes of Bu Mega sparkled as if they did not believe.

"Yes, Mom." I answered.

"Yes God! Your mother was my best friend at school, Le. Your mother was notoriously smart and kind at school. A lot of kids ask your mom for school lessons. Even your father was also abused by your mother if not wrong," cerocos Bu Mega.

"Yes, I told you about it. Mother said she taught you because she was forced by her upperclassman named ...," I told her.

"Looks, right?" cut Bu Mega.

"Reng-ga?" My four friends were surprised by the name mentioned by Bu Mega just now, so was I.

"No, Ma. It's not Rengga's name but my mother calls him Irfan's sister" I said.

Bu Mega laughed out loud. Me and my four friends looked at him with strange looks.

"You're funny, Le," said Mega Ma'am.

"Well funny, Mom?" my answer is getting curious.

"Irfan and Rengga are the same person, Imran! His full name is Rengga Irfandi. Your mother and the other children used to call her Brother Irfan. If me and Tari used to call it Rengga. He's the principal's son. I and Tari have known him since childhood, because when Rengga was a child, his father became a teacher in SD near here," continued Bu Mega convincingly.

I was shocked and drowned to hear Bu Mega's words.

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