Ghost Waiter: Grojogan Sewu Jiwo
The Woman Who Is Carrying a Baby.
Tire 13.
The sirens of ambulances and police were heard roaring through the crowd. The police immediately put up a barrier line so that it can not be passed by people.
In order to investigate further, the police should ask the local security directly, because the place is far from life, then the authorities were forced to bring the body directly to the hospital.
Quickly, ambulance officers directly put the body of Grandpa into the body bag they had provided and put in the ambulance afterwards to be taken to the hospital.
"Udah yuk, go ahead!" take Riska to Anisa who was focused on watching the incident.
"Btw kasian ya Grandpa's. Old, his death was not natural anymore!" chirps Anisa.
"Better we pray, may he have the best place on the side of the Creator."
Riska's words were also in amini by her three friends. Unbeknownst to them, there was a figure of khorin who seemed to smile widely on top of their car when he heard himself being talked about.
Sinta who was menstruating felt bad, her stomach began to hurt. Then Sinta rushed to take the rubbing oil in the bag located behind her.
Sayup-sayup he saw the shadow of the foot dangling on the rear glass of the car, in a hurry he immediately took his bag and moved it forward without looking back.
***
Not feeling the day getting darker, the car drove back to split the night road that was accompanied by the splashing of rain water. The glint of thunder light gave rise to a deafening echoing sound.
The night breeze blew the leaves perched on the branches of the roadside mahogany tree. His silence seemed to be piqued by a powerful supernatural intensity.
"Try to check again google maps Nis, afraid of stray!" pinta Riska was worried, afraid of repeating previous events.
"Sweet Ris! Later in front of us turn left and continue to enter the gate."
"Oh, okay."
***
Their car is now right in front of the entrance gate, the gate made of iron that seems still sturdy standing even though it has rusted eaten by time.
The expanse of the cemetery here and there adorn the scenery in there, the cemetery does not seem to be managed until it is filled with thickets that are quite high. However, the cemetery there will not be confused because it is marked with a whitewashed tombstone with a fairly strange shape. Like a wooden beam with a width of 20cm with a thickness of 3cm and a length of 100cm. It's long enough and it's weird.
After passing the last grave they were again surprised by the next sight they had to take. In front there is a bridge made of wood, the only road connecting Sukagirang village.
Beside the bridge there is a dividing fence that tells people that in front there is a small river with a fairly heavy water discharge. Each fence that stretches on the sides of the river is placed several torches above it as a street light when night falls.
However, because it had previously been raining, it is certain that the torches have now been extinguished.
"You guys don't feel serem, anyway? It's only eight o'clock at night. Shouldn't we ask the people here for help? I feel that here are rich in many demons that, how will we be in the most?" sinta asked back because she felt so creepy. Plus the cold weather after the rain increasingly makes the hair bristles.
"No need to think strangely if you want to survive, positive thinking only. If you are afraid it is better to sleep," Indhi replied.
"How can I sleep if the atmosphere grips the gini? There I died silly of fear, not sleep!"
They were silent, no one chimed in because they heard the sound of something.
Cracks.. Cracks..
The sound like a twig being stepped on was clearly heard in the ears when the car was already in the middle of the wooden bridge. The sound of rushing river water discharge until disguised so loud the sound of broken wood.
Carefully, Anisa continued to drive forward her car. Though hesitant, there was no other choice but to keep moving forward.
They can breathe a sigh of relief after the car made it over the bridge safely, their breathing still hunting as if they were free from the threat of the angel of death.
"Alhamdulillah, we can finally cross the bridge safely. Thank goodness!" said Riska. He unceasingly called a word of gratitude for successfully passing the bridge that was felt extreme by him.
The car is still driving at a slow speed, splitting the forest of Sukagirang village. Every now and then their cars have to feel slippage because the tires of the car are not strong on the slippery streets and mixed with red soil.
"Gais! Let's look ahead, you see Mothers holding babies, right?" anisa asked frantically while pointing towards the front. Because, from earlier he did not see any human traffic around. But somehow, surprisingly he saw the figure of Mother-Mother holding a baby appear in front of his car.
"There's nothing, you just keep going!" answer Riska flat.
While Sinta and Indhi looked surprised to hear that, they turned to Riska as if asking for more explanation. They even clearly saw the figure as real. But why did Riska say that?
"Lo don't be crazy! I don't want to hurt anyone and be a killer!" reject Anisa to him.
"According to me, just walk away and don't stop."
"Lo's weird! I don't want to! I won't hear what you're asking."
Without waiting for a response from her, Anisa immediately stopped the car when it was right in front of the figure of the mother.
"Gue said Nisa's way! He's not human!" yelled Riska then so as to make her friend stupefied.
Along with that the figure of the mother is seen floating, her body began to float not set foot. While the baby in his carrier he threw and managed to fall on top of their car.
The head that had been bowed down and blocked by his hair, was now slowly beginning to look up revealing its true formless shattered face.
The figure of the woman laughing giggled after her face was raised and clearly visible, her hands stretched out revealing her sharp black nails.
"Rise up my son, satisfy your thirst," he said thunderously with a distinctive shrill of his own.
The hand that had been stretched out like a wing, was now pointing towards Sinta with her black nails.
"Look at him! Daring fools come unholy and visit our homes. Take my son, don't you want his blood?" said the figure and laughed loudly after saying that.
Clear threads as big as corn seeds continued to fall out soaking their bodies after hearing that, their throats choked with no sound. While their bodies like in hypnosis to continue to pay attention to the figure in front of him without being able to turn away in the slightest.
The figure in the form of a baby earlier, now began to look moving on the front hood of their car. Over time his hands and feet continue to grow to the size of the hands and feet of toddlers. His bald head began to look up at the car glass revealing his black round eyes and gaping mouth with sharp teeth.
The thin-bodied baby crawled forward and banged on the car glass, his wide-open mouth just drooling. The air at the sektiar momentarily changed, the once silent wind was now blowing violently blowing away the dry leaves and scattering them above.
Until someone came from the front of the car and said with his floor.
"I'M DISTURBING AING'S SON! KADITU GEURA FLIP, IN PAEHAN SIAH SON OF SIA KU AING!" said the old man who suddenly came from the front while carrying a petromax lamp in his hand.
"Don't bother my son! hurry up and go home, before your son I bun*h! "
Qodarullah, after the old man said that the two figures disappeared, turned into a puff of smoke and was not seen later.
***
Now they have arrived in Sukagirang village. Even now they are already in the house and are enjoying a cup of warm tea mixed with lemon juice. Taste-taste, a cup of warm tea alone feels very delicious when drunk in the midst of the cold that radiates throughout the body as it is now.
After the incident, the old man apparently carried the four city girls to his house. Giving them a sense of security from the interference of evil supernatural beings and offering a home to be visited by them while in the village of Sukagirang.
They just nodded in agreement without thinking more, now they resigned. His mind was dead-end and not necessarily headed anymore.
At midnight, twelve o'clock. When they were resting and falling asleep, they were startled by the sound of the roaring gong and gamelan coming out of nowhere.
Not only that, they also heard clearly the voice of a woman singing a canticle. When they woke up to the noise and wanted to see it from behind the glass window of the house, suddenly shocked back with the voice of the old man.
"Don't try to see it! They're not human, you better go back to sleep. Think of it as if you did not hear the sound of the music. Especially when they are partying!"
They nodded and returned to lay themselves on the floor mattress.
The old man said, outside the house apparently had anchored the golden carriage of a Nyai of other nature, by ringing the distinctive bell sound.
Seriate.
