GHOST VILLAGE

PART 32: DISAPPEARING

The five of us have only known each other, at least this week. By chance, however, we share the same fondness of unraveling whatever mystery lies before us, so that all may be clear, nothing to hide.

The five of us have different personalities. This difference inevitably leads to minor conflicts between us. However, the conflict does not exist to move away from each other or to put distance between us, but rather to better understand each other.

Gatot, a figure that I think is a bit careless and often acts stupid. However, at certain times, he is often present to be a hero in critical moments.

I don't know what kind of Gatot I am in the eyes, which is clear at this time I just know that he really thinks of me as a friend and even his best friend. Tears and the look of the face afraid of losing it was engraved in his eyes and face when he saw the tiger so that incidentally extend his fangs to my head. True said people, looking for friends to be invited to have fun, very easy to find. But looking for a friend to be with, only one in a thousand people want to do it. And this time, the hulk proved it before my own eyes.

"Thank you, Gatot. You are my true friend. This time I won't give up, I have to fight to stay alive,"

An open hand suddenly burst out next to my right temple, thrusting straight ahead into the tiger's mouth. At first the hand was clenched, but then the fist opened. From the open fist, scattered white powder like sand that incidentally directly into the throat of the tiger who looks very hungry.

"That is not the hand of Gathoth or Dawn. Their hands are not that small and so small. Lidya also doesn't have the clenched fingernails that are now right between my face and the tiger's,"

"Bismillahii Allahuakbar!!!" the voice of the woman screamed along with the spread of the white sand into the mouth of the king of the forest.

[Kretek kretek kretek blessingssss ..]

The sound that was heard from the body of the striped tiger which was like being splashed by fire from its stomach several times then scorched leaving a billowing smoke.

"Cindy????" cry out to the four of us, after knowing the man who threw the white powder into the tiger's mouth.

"What did you throw just now, until the tiger demon just vanished?" peekik Gatot between happy and do not believe in the miracle.

"We'd better save ourselves first, before other supernatural beings come to attack us!" squeal Cindy.

"It's exactly what you said, Cin" said Fajar.

"B-But ..my leg still hurts. I can't run like the others" Cindy choked.

"Nlt ... Im ... It looks like we have to do it," Fajar said as he glanced at me and Gatot.

"What do you mean you're gonna do?" ask Cindy curious.

Not finished the curiosity Cindy, Gatot, Dawn, and I have carried the body of Cindy petite and we brought running out of the haunted coffee garden area. Lidya was running in front of us.

"Lepaaaaaaaaaaaas Tot ... Iiiiim ... Jaaaaaar ...," cried Cindy without us caring. Because at that time what we thought was how we all survived the disturbance of the delicate creatures that inhabit the coffee garden.

The atmosphere of the coffee garden that was originally bright, this time back dim, dim, and dim. The four of us continued to run to exert all the energy to be able to get out of the increasingly dark coffee garden.

After running, we ran out of energy. We no longer hold Cindy's body, our breath gasps.Cindy's body drops slowly, and she tries to stand up while holding her still sore leg. Thankfully, we got out of the coffee garden.

Realizing we could get out of the coffee garden, we sat down on the ground with a severed breath. The coffee garden was about ten meters behind us.

"Thank God, we can get out of the coffee garden" said Fajar.

"Thank you very much, Cin. You helped me earlier. Otherwise, maybe my body has been crushed in a tiger so-that incident," I said with a gasp.

"Oh yes, Cin. If you may know, what thing did you throw into the tiger's mouth, causing it to disappear?" ask again.

"That's salt, Im. I purposely carried it and put it in my backpack pocket after hearing your story when pelting the baby hanfu with salt" replied Cindy kalem.

"Oalah .. great then. Again, I want to say thank you to you" I said.

"Forget over! What matters is that we all survive. By the way, where did our other five friends run?" ask Cindy.

"That's it, the important thing is that they survived too, that's enough" I said.

"Come, we'll leave soon. The sun is about to sink, soon Maghrib. We have to find Post 3 immediately and end this exploration" Fajar said.

"Come!!!!" answered all of us while trying to stand back up, gathering the remnants of energy after running the marathon.

We also went straight along the path, far away from the coffee garden. The sun had already completely sunk in the western horizon. We heard the voices of Adhan people broadcast using TOA.

"Well, until maghrib turns out," said Lidya.

"Yes, but that's okay. It's a little more" replied Fajar.

"In front there is a hut, should we stop there first to sit, while waiting for the adzan maghrib to be completed? No good, there are Adhan people, we even go for a walk?" lidya.

"Loh, I think there's a guy in that hut. That's them turning on the flashlight" Gatot said.

"Okay, we just stopped by for a moment in the hut while asking about the other group, maybe they had seen him through this road," said Fajar.

The sky was already completely dark as we stepped towards the small hut. How surprised we were, when our position was very close to the hut. It turned out that the hut was not an ordinary hut, but rather a musholla equipped with a simple bathroom next to it. In the hut that is made open there is a mat on which is called three prayer mats. There is a mukena and a holster hanging by the hook of a nail. A flashlight was hanging in the middle of the prayer mat, but the owner went somewhere.

"Mas ... Sir ...," call me to the bathroom.

"Mas ... Mr. .." call me again.

Dawn followed behind me, while the other children sat on the halls.

Since there was no word, I turned my head as I spread my arms wide, and frowned towards Dawn, indicating that there was no one in the bathroom. However, suddenly Fajar slid and pointed towards my back. I also looked.

"Oh my God ..," I cried in surprise.

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