
I was trying to guess what the two of them would do with that rope.
"Are they going to take the lives of the three of us by using the rope and dump our bodies in the middle of the coffee garden? But, aren't Cindy and Lidya going to testify that Pak Rengga and Kak Dino are the last ones with us? Or maybe, after killing all three of us, they'll both be hunting down my two friends as well?"
"We will save all five of your friends using this rope" said Mr. Rengga then disperse my bad thoughts.
"What about Mr Rengga?" manya curious.
"Look, since the first coffee garden is indeed famous for many supernatural residents. But they never killed the people. At best, they are locked up in this coffee garden," continued Mr. Rengga.
"That means they'll stay inside, if no one helps them?" ask Dawn.
"Oh, no. Tomorrow morning they can find a way out. Because the residents of this coffee garden only appear late afternoon until night. That said, they were killed in those hours," replied Mr. Rengga.
The three of us nodded in understanding.
"Certainly? how do we save our friends?" my question is getting curious.
"One of you must go into this coffee garden to save them" replied Mr. Rengga in a heavy voice.
"What's? Why don't we just go in together, isn't that safer and easier for us to do?" my protest.
"No, our presence in their territory will be easily sniffed if done together, because the smell of our bodies will be smelled by them. But if only one person entered, then it would make it a little difficult for them to sniff out his presence. Remember, at night their strength is many times greater than in the afternoon. Especially at the time of the new sun setting as it is today," said Mr. Rengga at length.
"Pak Rengga knows where the story of this area came from?" manya curious.
Mr. Rengga whispered in my ear.
"I got the story from the late Mbah Iyem" he said slowly.
My hair suddenly goosebumps hearing the name of the purple kebaya ghost called. Moreover, his grave was not far from this place.
"What's that rope for, sir?" ask Dawn.
"Look, the child who goes into the coffee garden will be wrapped around his waist by using this rope. The end will be tied to the big tree. The child who goes inside will look for the five children inside, if it has been met immediately held and code by pulling the rope, if it has been found, we who are outside will pull the moor so that everything can come out, he said, because it is impossible when already inside can come out without any media connecting between inside and outside the coffee garden.," said Mr. Rengga again.
We listened to Mr. Rengga's explanation while gawking. Gatot suddenly nodded.
"Where do you know how to rescue like that?" tanyakanya.
Mr. Rengga gulped for a moment, then he said.
"My friend used to be stuck in this coffee garden, and I helped him in that way" he said without a doubt.
We were silenced by his explanation.
"Who will go into the garden?" ask Brother Dino.
Me, Dawn, and Gatot looked at each other, then the three of us both held out their hands ready to sacrifice for other friends.
"You guys, if there is someone who wants to harm you, it will not be easy" said Mr. Rengga who I think is a bit out of the context of the conversation.
He continued his words.
"Alright, I will choose Imran to go inside, it seems like you are the most expert to infiltrate," said Mr. Rengga with a grin.
"Did Mr Rengga know that all this time I've been spying on what he is doing?"
[Plok]
Fajr snapped Gatot's head because he was annoyed with his not funny joke.
"Okay, sick Jar. I'm just asking" said Gatot, stroking her aching head.
"Those are all, I mean. Gatot and Dawn look more muscular so it will be more useful if you serve outside only," said Mr. Rengga while smiling at the action of the silliness of my two friends.
"Well, is that it, sir?" answer Gatot again.
Mr. Rengga immediately tied the end of the rope to a rather large tree trunk that was across the trench in front of the hallway to the coffee garden. After tying it tightly, he called out to me.
"here, Im. Your body should also be tied up," he said.
I approached Mr. Rengga at the edge of the trench followed by friends who were walking behind me. Mr. Rengga came up to me and tied my waist with the end of the rope he was holding.
It was not enough to get there, Mr. Rengga suddenly picked up mud from the edge of the trench and rubbed it all over my face and hair.
"Ah, what are you doing to me?" my protest. Dawn and Gatot also looked into Mr. Rengga's eyes with question marks.
"It's part of your disguise, Im. In this way. The spirits inside will be hard to sniff out your existence," he replied lightly.
We also understand what Mr. Rengga has done. Even now Dawn and Gatot help smear mud all over my body from head to toe.
"Don't take your chance, Tot" I screeched as I snorted because the mud turned out to be somewhat the smell of human excrement.
"Ah, the name is also mud trench, must be upstream there a lot of people defecate into the trench,"
"No, Im. I didn't take the chance to prank you. Instead I salute your sacrifice and courage" said Gatot.
"Yes, that seems to be enough. Now it's time for you to go into that coffee garden, we'll keep watch here. Oh yes, you wait for no wind to blow between the leaves of the coffee, because the wind signifies the number of spirits that are passing by," said Mr. Rengga again.
"Bailah, Mr. Rengga. I will stand by the door of the coffee garden hallway, "I replied, taking a stand in front of the hallway while observing the movement of the coffee leaves. Just now the coffee garden was waving loudly, but then weakened .... and weakened ...
"Maybe this is my time to go into the coffee garden, bismilbornrohmanirrohiiiiim"
I was ready to step my foot into the coffee garden. However, suddenly my skin felt warm, it turned out that someone was bringing his mouth to my ear. The man said,
"Im, careful. If inside you meet a large tall figure, you should immediately run away" whispered Mr. Rengga.
"Why, Sir?" I whispered as well.
"He's the ruler of this area, his name is Ki Barong"
Seriate
Get used to ngelike first, brother? Let me add to his spirit of writing.
Let's play guess what happens to them next?
Can Imran save his friends? Or is it all just mischief Mr Rengga?
While the highest vote, Brother Mulyadi huh? Please Brother-Sister whose vote is high write a comment below.