GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 20: CASE

I looked into Dawn's eyes full of question marks and worries..

"My father was called because of what problem, Jar?" I repeated my question.

"In the student call notebook written on July 24, 1967, the names of students Hasan, Irfan, Galih, and Firman. After we checked in the new student admissions book, it turns out Hasan was your father's name, Galih was his father's name Rossa, and Word was his father's name Mery, while Irfan, Irfan, I don't know we didn't find a new student whose father was named Word. And you should know, Im. The four students were called for ethical violations and endangering the lives of others" Fajar replied.

"What's that make, Jar?" I'm getting curious.

"I don't know, the book is just written," Fajar replied, shaking his head.

"How did Ms Nanik respond to the note?" I'm getting marketing.

"Bu Nanik also did not know about the case, because he was still not on duty here when it happened. He just kept the archive," replied Cindy added.

I closed my eyes because of the emotion and was also curious.

"Jar, that day is there any record of the student's call?" I asked back.

"She, Im. We also deliberately checked the summoning of a schoolgirl, but in his notes only written Mega, and the reason for the call was only a consultation," replied Cindy.

"Yes, now we trace the complete identity of the student named Mega" I said.

"To get his full identity, we have to look at the school's masterbook at that time" Fajar replied.

"Did Ms Nanik keep the master book?" ask again.

"No, Im. The old masterbook was stored in the school warehouse" Fajar replied.

"Have we gotten into that barn, Jar?" askaku.

"Formally can't, Im. Because the school warehouse stores important files that are confidential. Only important school people are allowed inside" Fajar replied.

"Keep, what do we have to do to get in there?" I asked.

"Here, Im!" Dawn told me to put my ear to her mouth, then whispered her plan in my ear.

"Good idea, Jar. But how do we do it?" I asked back.

"There is only one way we can do to launch our plan" said Fajar.

"What is that, Jar?" I'm getting curious.

"We have to be the worst team this year" Fajar said with a sigh.

"Whataaaa???" We were all suffocated by the Dawn's answer.

"Is there no other way, Jar?" Lidya protest.

"Nothing, if we really want to get into that warehouse, we have to be the worst team and be punished for cleaning this school out of the remnants of this week-long activity," fajar said more firmly.

We were all silent for a few minutes, we couldn't imagine, having to be in this school until night, to clean the school area of the garbage generated during MOS activities. If it was another school, maybe we were not so afraid, but our school is notoriously haunted and spooky at night. And again, there is a myth in this school, every year one of the children who is punished for cleaning the school, will experience an unexpected calamity.

"Please think first, later after Friday prayers, I wait for your answers. Remember the other five team members do not know about our secret mission, because if they find out and report to the school, we can all be expelled" said Fajar again.

"But, Jar. This doesn't seem fair to them, they don't know anything about our plan. However, they have to bear the risk of our plans" Lidya said.

"Yes, it's true what Lidya said, pity them" Gatot said.

"Okay, look at it. We release them from that sentence, let the five of us clean up this school. How's it?" say Dawn.

"I agree," I replied flatly.

"Okay, I agree too" replied Gatot.

"Again" Lidya replied.

"Again" Cindy replied.

"Okay deal, huh? The staging event tomorrow, we have to lose and our post-test value should be small," said Fajar.

Right after our discussion was over, the entrance bell was rung. The children head to their respective classes to prepare for the performance tomorrow morning. The wolf team agreed to perform a traditional dance.

Eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the break bell rings. Children run to the school bathrooms and mosques to prepare for Friday prayers. I suddenly felt thirsty, while my drinking water supply was exhausted. So I broke away from my friends, I walked towards the school cafeteria.

Kususuri the hallways of the school building to the canteen located in the northeast, at the corner. There are already lined with some simple stalls, that's our school cafeteria. It is simple but very clean. Unlike usual, at the break of the school cafeteria, there were no children at all who roamed there. Perhaps because of this Friday prayer break, so children prefer to prepare for prayer at the mosque rather than going to the canteen.

Finally I arrived at the school cafeteria, it turned out that the canteen was not only deserted, but there was no one at all. Let alone the student, the merchant is also not there at all. I chose to sit in one of the long chairs in the stall. I decided to wait for one of the merchants to come. A few minutes of waiting, no one was missing. I had already decided to leave, when I suddenly saw the silhouette of a body behind the bamboo wall that was in front of me, it seemed like the merchant was cooking something back there.

"Bu ...," I'm calling.

"Yes" The man answered briefly.

"I bought the ice, huh?" yell again.

"Is what?" ask the silhouette owner.

"Es candle. How much, Mom?" I asked.

"Limaratuses. Just put the money in the jar!" Say that woman.

"My mother, ma'am" I replied.

"What do five hundred want to buy?" ask the person behind the bamboo wall.

"Nothing, Mom. Just give it back," I replied while shouting.

"Well, wait a minute, okay?" yelled at the woman again.

"Yes, Mom. I waited while drinking the ice," I replied lightly.

It's really nice to drink strawberry-flavored ice candles during the day like this. My thirst disappeared instantly. The wind was blowing softly as I enjoyed the ice candle in my hand. While in front of me, the woman behind the bamboo wall slowly came out from hiding stepping towards me. The height of this woman is almost the same as me, the look of her face is already a bit old. Coupled with the type of clothes he wears, a worn array of brown and shabby kebaya purple. Looking at the unpretentious figure of the old woman, I suddenly remembered something.

"Yes, I was reminded of the story of Gatot during the first break in the backyard of the school...,"

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