GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 27: THE LAND BEHIND THE GRAVE

I got rid of bad thoughts about the spirit of the coffee garden. I want to concentrate on the path we are on right now. I don't want to be too focused on the supernatural things that the upperclassman tells me. In fact, the greater danger comes from unseen things that are not touched at all by them.

"AWESOME!!!!!!!!" shouts Dawn as she stretches her hands out to the side.

"HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS!!!" Lidya shouted and jumped up in excitement.

"WOWWWW .....ISTipicularly" cried Gatot as she clenched her fists and slammed her fists toward the sky.

"Subhanallah ..." That's the word that tibatiba slid out of my mouth, without me being able to control.

The children laughed excitedly while looking at the friend next to him, as if unwilling to feel happy alone. The friend next to him also wants to share happiness for them.

We are happy not because we get gold jewels, but we are happy because of the landscape of nature that is before us. Unusual natural beauty. I also live in the countryside, with a stretch of rice fields around it. So do my friends, I'm sure they also mostly live in the countryside. But for this time we agree that the view that is in front of us is truly extraordinary.

The expanse of rice fields with a variety of colors, ranging from green, yellow, slightly brownish arranged nicely from where we stand, to the western horizon. The warm afternoon sun gives a tremendous refractive effect on the rice plants we see.

The sky was blue with several randomly scattered clouds, adding to the beauty of the scene we saw. On our left is a small, beautifully winding trench with paper flower plants along its banks. It turns out that people here really follow the advice of the agricultural service, planting flowers on the outskirts of rice fields to help suppress pests. And a row of colorful flowers that spoil our eyes that see it.

"This is the land behind the grave, Friends!" shouts Dawn while turning her body towards us.

"Yes, Jar. I feel right here" replied Cindy.

"I don't want to go home, Jar" cried Lidya.

"Absolutely agree" shouted one other child.

"Look in front of us! The mountain looked towering high, as if it was very close to this place." The Shouting of the Dawn is back.

What my friends said just now is not excessive. Whether this is a light effect or what, the mountain in this place looks very close. Geographically, this place and our school are not far away. From the school, this mountain is nowhere near. It's really a very special place.

Not only that, the beauty of this place is also enhanced by the scenery on our right. Coconut trees grow in rows from one end to the other, underneath there are ketella and chilli plants that are ready to be harvested.

"Hm ... Parto would love to be invited to this place."

"Jar, in front seems like a lot of people huh?" my yelling.

The friends simultaneously looked straight ahead, having previously been busy enjoying the scenery.

"Well, right, Im. Like they're busy harvesting rice?" word Dawn.

"Let's hunt there, I'm curious to wonder the secret of the beauty of this place," chirped Gatot while overtaking the children in front of him.

Gatot was already preparing to overtake Dawn, who was walking ahead. However, Dawn suddenly grabbed Gatot's right arm.

"Don't be rash, Tot! We step together," cried Fajar while staring fixedly at Gatot.

Seriate

Don't forget to read my horror novel. The title MARANTI, tells of a person who can see spirits after eating the food of the dead (salamatan).

Curious?

Please just Cus directly, Brother.