GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 85: STILL IN EXISTENCE

The black figure approached me with his drawn weapon. With the condition of my body being injured, it was impossible for me to run from the pursuit of that villain. There is only one option I can make, which is to fight it with all my abilities.

"What do you want?" I shouted at the black figure.

The black figure was getting closer towards me. And beyond my expectations, he slapped his gun on my body. I don't have enough time to dodge, and ...

"Tolooooooooooong!!!!!" I shouted loudly while holding the part of my body that was hit by the sabetage of the weapon. But no one heard my screams. The figure again took a swing to knock his weapon again to me. Nah! This time he did not mean to knock his weapon, but instead would stick it right into my heart.

"Oh my God, protect me!" I scream in my heart.

The face of the mysterious figure until now I have not been able to see clearly because the lighting is very minimal and the clothes he wears also hide his identity. The pain began to radiate from my stomach, which was bleeding. I held onto my stomach while continuing to pay attention to what the black figure was about to do.

A few seconds later, the mysterious figure thrust the weapon he was holding into my heart.

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It was fortunate that I dodged at the right moment, so that the weapon missed and the black figure fell down before me, while the weapon was thrown away. I didn't waste that chance. Using my elbows, I hit his neck and head and the black figure fainted from the attacks from me. And with trembling I opened the mask that covered his face. Slowly I opened the mask, and ...

"Im, wake up at dawn!" my mother's voice woke me up from the nightmare.

"Eh, yes Ma'am. Thank you," I replied with a disappointed face because in my dream I almost saw the figure behind the black mask earlier.

After performing the dawn prayer, I did a light jog pacing in front of my house. After pacing around for several times, Parto emerged from inside her house.

"Im, holiday huh? Tumben early in the morning you jog?" ask Parto.

"Lock, coke. Want to find sweat, long time no exercise because of it," I replied.

"Last night you had a guest, huh?" ask Parto.

"Guests? Whose guests? There is no tuh," I said astonished.

"Then anyway? Last night when I finished BAB on the river, I saw a girl knocking on your door. I think you were talking to your mom and dad at the time" replied Parto.

"Daughter?" my question is getting curious.

"Yes, Im. Her hair is so long. I wear a uniform like that" replied Parto.

"Are you sure, To? We didn't hear anything while chatting. Besides when there are girls alone playing to people's houses night-night? Wear the uniform again" I said.

"Related, Im. I saw it with my own eyes. However, I didn't monitor it because I wanted to go to sleep" Parto replied.

"Wait, To! Is the posture of the girl you saw last night the same as the ghost that was in my teacher's car that some time ago drove me home?" my question is getting curious.

"Hm ..." Parto thought for a moment.

"Entahlah ...," he replied later.

I was confused and at the same time wondered about the figure of the woman that my best friend meant.

*

Six o'clock in fifteen minutes, it's time for me to go to school. I say goodbye to my father and mother.

"Hearts at school, Im. Don't be reckless!" father's message.

"Yes, Mom. Thank ye. Mom and Dad so, right, scouting the lookout house?" my many.

"Yes, so, Im," replied the father.

"What time do you and your mom go there?" ask again.

"After the sublime, I guess," they answered.

"Okay, Sir ... Ms. ..," I replied.

"Oh yeah, Mom and Dad still remember when Imran passed out at school and was ushered in by my teacher?" my many.

"The teacher who drove me home was a close friend of Father," I said.

"Oh, huh?" peeker father do not believe.

"Yes, in addition to Mr. Ratih there is one more friend of the Father and Mother who became a teacher there until now" I replied.

"Who, Im?" ask Mom curious.

"Sir Rengga" I replied.

"Longs? As I recall there is no friend of the father named Rengga," replied the father.

"Eh, I mean his name is Irfan. Bu Mega and Tari used to call him Kak Rengga" I replied

"What?" scream father and mother. They both looked at each other and spoke a thousand languages. I waited a long time for them to say something, but not a word came out of their mouths. Finally, for fear of being late to school, I immediately said my greetings and pedaled my bicycle leaving home to my beloved school.

*

In the fork before the climb, I saw a car from the south going very fast. Because I was in a hurry and also expected my bike to still cross to the west, I also pedaled my bike strongly to cross.

[Tin tin ... tin tin tin ..]

The driver of the car honked, but as I expected, I managed to cross before the car overtook me. However, what I did was a bit surprising to the driver. When he was at my level, the driver opened the left glass and said to me.

"Be careful when cycling, Im" he said.

I turned my head, it turned out that the driver was a man in a suit and wearing sunglasses that I knew well.

"Yes, I'm sorry Mr. Rengga!" my peek.

Mr. Rengga only turned sharply towards me for a moment, then he stepped on the gas pedal to increase the speed left me.

There was a feeling of anxiety that perched when I got to the climb where Tari was hit. But I threw away that feeling in hope, Dance wouldn't show up if I didn't think about it. I ride my bike hard even though the road is very climbing.

"Imraaaan!!!" someone shouted to me.

I looked back. Apparently there was no one there. Well, this must be the spirit of Dance again appearing behind me. I, who had been struggling to get rid of the bad thoughts, was forced to remember again with the spirit of Dance. I pedal the bike firmly so that it gets to the top of the climb immediately. However, the sound of the call was again heard behind me.

"Yahoooooo!!!" the sound of that scream.

The longer, the sound of screaming grew louder, as if the one who called me was right behind me. Unable to bear it, I shouted loudly.

"Goiiiiii!" I shouted out loud.

For a few seconds I did not hear that scream anymore. All I heard was the sound of spinning the bicycle wheel and the sound of my own breathing.

I was at the top of the hill and I was so grateful that there was someone other than me walking in my direction. With the old woman, I am sure that the spirit of Tari will not bother me anymore with her screams.

"Thank you, Grandma. Upon your presence" I said in my heart, looking to the left.

And how surprised I was after seeing the face of the grandmother, who turned out to be a mysterious grandmother I had met at the border of Karangjati and Curah Wangi hamlets.

"No-no!!!" pekikku weak.

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