GHOST VILLAGE

PART 29: COFFEE GARDEN

A few seconds later, someone poked Fajar's shoulder. Fajarpun looked up and said.

"What's up, Cindy?" His eyes were still pushy, yet he lost his suspicion of the farmers.

"My legs are cramping again, Jar" replied the girl.

"Have you smeared your feet with Eucalyptus oil given by Imran?" ask Dawn.

"Already, even the eucalyptus oil has run out. Maybe my legs are cramping because we were standing around the farmers for a long time" Cindy replied.

"Does anyone carry eucalyptus oil or balm?" ask us all.

One of the children offered a balsam to Dawn.

"Cin, try to smear the part of your leg that hurts with this" Fajar said, handing over the balm he held to Cindy.

"Alright, Jar. Thank you," he answered.

Cindypun put a lump of balsam on his leg that felt numb.

"Where, Cin?" ask Lidya to her best friend.

"Kingdavis, Lid. No more numbness, but still a strong feeling," he replied as he placed the rest of the balsam in his JO brand pocket.

"Where are these guys, we'll rest first waiting for Cindy's legs to recover or keep going on condition that we don't leave Cindy back, no matter what," cried Fajar.

"Come, let's go, Jar. The sun is very close to the west. If we don't rush off, fear of going into the night in the coffee garden" Cindy said.

"Okay, let's go, Guys!" shouts Dawn.

We stepped slowly into the lush coffee garden area on the right and left. The shade of coffee leaves reduces the intensity of afternoon sunlight on the western horizon. As a result, the atmosphere in the coffee garden looks surup. The aroma of coffee leaves and fruit is distinctive, calm but can reduce other odors. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why this place is often used to dispose of the bodies of victims of crime and also places of persecution. One of the reasons, in addition to rarely passed by people, the smell of dead bodies is not quickly sniffed by others.

Imagining these terrible things, I wanted to feel like I was going faster. However, we can't possibly leave Cindy with her leg in trouble.

"Toloooooong ...," a heartbreaking cry came from behind us. Heartbreaking at once horrible. Because the sound of screaming was followed by the sound of blows, hits, and also shots. Gatot almost turned his head but fortunately I held his head and Gatotpun realized. It turned out that the friends in front also experienced the same thing, almost turned their heads and reminded the friend next to him.

"Concentrate, Friend! Don't look at it!" shouts of Dawn in front followed by loud shrill sounds from all directions. It seems like the residents of this coffee garden do not like the sound of the Dawn cry.

"Sakiiit, Mr ... Jangaaa ..... Tolooooong ..," Back the cry for help was heard behind us. This time none of us try to look back, maybe friends are aware of the danger that threatens, if we look.

It is not enough to just get there, the more they enter the coffee garden, the more they dare to show their existence. The coffee trees on our left and right swayed quickly as if annoyed that none of us had turned their heads. However, suddenly behind me came the sound of a tiger's roar that was very deafening.

"AUUUUUUUUUM ...," Gatot and I did not turn, but we were very afraid because the tiger seemed to be right behind us.

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