GHOST VILLAGE

PART 12A FEAR OF CITIZENS

We glanced at each other gesturing and nodded in agreement.

"S-one"count dimas stuttered making my breathing firmer.

"Lariiiiiiiiii" shouted bejo suddenly hit - redouble the initial plan.We ran - bit by made me fall, stand and immediately run again.

"Hah hah hah "our sighing, I am resting on my knees regulating the still tight heartbeat.

Dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup dup

My heart still felt with the beat, I took a deep breath - in exhaling through the mouth slowly many times until the heart rhythm began to fall and return to normal. After all the calm no one protested against the bejo because we knew there was more to it than that. Go home. The words we want to say that are in mind, but we do not say.

We also walk do not know the direction of the road, just follow this foot step .

"Why is this forest road different?not as usual ?"subhan broke the silence.

"Maybe it's han's night!"I avoid my own bad thoughts .

"Isn't the same! day and night just because there is sunlight .hmmmm I don't know maybe because the night I forgot the road "ujar Subhan confused with his own words.We continue to walk rely on the flashlight that began to dim run out of batteries, until we arrived at an archway made of bamboo stood firmly with ancient carvings as an identifier of the area"KAMPUNG LAWUH PATI" inscription on the gate.

"What village is this?the feeling there is no other village besides our village and the village of sumbang?"said bejo the same astonishment as my mind.

"We'd better go in, ask the way to this guy!"sumbri sage.

We nodded in agreement and walked in.After passing through the gate an oddity occurs if outside the night but inside this village during the day, even bejo ask dimas to pinch it.

"Aw sick pe'a" complained bejo holding a dimas pinch mark that only displays a row of teeth.

I ignored their talk but my eyes were focused on a girl with a straight hair who was walking and not looking but I was sure in that...... Yumaisaa......

I also chased the girl who was followed by my friends with a lot of strings of their questions, because I ran without cause. I was also chasing him.

"Jumaisa.....wait!!!"my scream that managed to make him stop under the mango tree, the girl turned her head and it was true that he was happy. We approached her face that was pale like a corpse like there was no flow of blood, her lips were lost color really Jumaisa like an undead.I pulled her hand to invite her home but she shook her head unwillingly.

"Let's go home.Pity your parents! your mother cried for you" I persuaded her who was silent but her eyes hinted at a deep sadness.

"Yes right Adi said! come home!! all the citizens are looking for you" dimas told Jumaisa as well.

"No! I can't go home "he said in a short way that confused us.

"Why ?"ask subhan.

"Now this is my place, you better hurry home before the ruler knows it" he explained which made us even more confused.

"I've been crushed by my mother for wealth to the Mbah dirjo, my message is just one please I steal my corpse which is near the twin banyan temple with the worth of "the bridge again.

Deg

"Hurry away!!"tell it.

We turned around to leave jumaisa, it felt so unselfish .

When a few steps bejo turned around and approached jumaisa.

"Sa I'm sorry! all this time I often steal sandals actually I'm just a prank" said bejo lowered his head embarrassed.

"Before you ask me I'm sorry first and don't become a habit!"jumaisa.

"I'm going home happy here!"continued bejo again, it turns out that the child has a high sympathy even though the child is slewengan like that.

"If anyone calls you don't turn your head or turn around otherwise you'll be here forever" he said before we left him.

Deg.

We also left with a thousand many questions that were in our minds .

"Adi's....... Don't leave my mom"Mom's voice behind but I can't turn to remember jumaisa's message, where you might as well be here.

"Riki... subhan. We hold each other tightly, reminding if anyone wants to turn their heads and keep going. It feels like the entrance to this village is really far away the feeling we did not go too deep, until finally we saw a blinding light when passing through the gate.

I opened my eyes to look around because there was moonlight although not too good can make me see around although it is not clear that must squint and a flashlight glare at my eyes.

"Eh don't flashlight my eyes"my protest .

"Sorry Adi! I guess tuyul Hehhehe"ujar subhan who is 1 meter away from me .I don't respond better to his wobble waking the others up.

"Where's Bejo? "i asked him if he had not met, or maybe.

"Aaaarggh tolooong" Shouted someone whose voice was very familiar.We also looked for the origin of the sound and found a bejo near the twin banyan tree not far from the location with the condition of the pants are already wet, Banyan trees are very similar.Plek ketiplek.In the middle of eating with a distance of several meters from one tree to another tree but with the same height and towering branches.

"Why you jo?"tanya sumbri.Bejo pointed at his feet so that Subhan flashlighted the legs of the bejo held by a hand more precisely the feet of the bejo stepped on the hand,what made us shocked was that the hand that touched the leg of the bejo was a jumaisa hand with a dirty shabby shirt because the grave ground and his body was covered by a weed.

"Uwek uwek uwek"We want to vomit smell the corpse .We pressed life so as not to smell the corpse until there was a sound of barking and residents who were looking for Jumaisa.

"Please... please... we are here pakkkk. The citizens like to turn around will stay away maybe they think we are demons.

"Sir... wait..we bejo subhan dimas and sumbri. "yell us together so that the citizens believe thankfully they believe and start walking towards us.

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