Ghosts of Kosan Angker "Omah" (Horror Story )

Chapter 8

The day has changed in the morning.

"idiii.." Azam woke up his body along with the sound of his bones ringing.

Azam felt his body crumpled and felt sore all. Even good still feels stiff. For a moment he massaged his body and neck while sitting on a mattress.

About five minutes He sat while massaging the body, he tried to wake his body to stand. Slowly he moved his body to stand up.

"Eh, uh." His body staggered. instantaneously He immediately sat back on the mattress. His body feels unbalanced and the fever in his body is still felt.

"I think I'm sick?", he said while sitting on the bed.

"I have to get permission not to go to work."

After saying it himself, he immediately asked his Supervisor for permission not to enter work. After asking permission, he put his body back in the mattress. As he looked up at the ceiling, he spoke several times in his heart.

"What a night really isn't it?",

"Just this time I've been terrorized the same way so many times."

In the middle of the field of daydream, suddenly there was a sound of footrests that were stepping from the stairs and calling out to him.

"Sir, deck." The voice of Omah called him.

"Tock.. Geck.. Tok.", "deck, deck." He called back to her, knocking on the door.

"Yes, Omaah." Azam answered her in a soft tone of voice while trying to wake her up.

"Bent on Omaah." Azam said back.

He forced his body to stand up, he opened the door of the room and ran while staggering towards the iron chair.

"Eh, uh." Omah was surprised to see Azam running while staggering.

Azam immediately sat cross-legged on the iron chair. Omah immediately walked up to him.

"Well, what's wrong?" Azam.

"He, he.." Speak Omah with a stammering tone of voice while resting his butt in an iron chair next to Azam.

"Aren't you at work?" Omah.

"No, I'm not feeling well anymore." Azam.

"Oh again sick? Have you had breakfast and taken your medicine?" Omah.

"No, I don't like breakfast and I also take medicine. I just need to rest. It will heal itself, too, Omah." Azam.

"Yes, I'm coming down again?" Pinta Omah while erecting her body.

"Yes Omaah, be careful." Azam.

Omah immediately walked up the stairs. As soon as Omah went, Azam wondered in his heart.

"Tumben very Omah early in the morning wake up gw?"

"Ah fucking nyai kunti! Make my body unbalanced and stiff like this." Say it while smoking.

On that day he forced himself to do activities as usual while on holiday working. He thought he was doing these activities so that his body did not feel stiff.

The things he usually does if he is on vacation or if he does not have another event, he likes to clean, clean the room, clean the fan and also wash his own clothes. Until the sound of Adzan Dzuhur reverberated, He still hung the clothes in his washing.

"Allah Hu'Akbar, Allah Hu'Akbar." The voice of Adzan Dzuhur.

"Well, it's quite light and quite not stiff anymore. Continue to shower, right..? Keep going Shallat." Azam said while drying his clothes in front of the bathroom.

"Sir, deck.." Omah called out to him from downstairs.

Azam immediately set up his body, He came out of the room, He answered him from the door of his room.

"Yes Omaah, just go up, I'm not going anywhere koq." Sahut Azam's.

Omah went up the stairs and sat in the iron chair, while Azam was waiting for him while sitting in the dining chair.

"What's the Omah?" Azam.

"It's okay, Omah there's no friends, Omah just wants to chat." Omah.

"Oh sooo? I'm happy to have Omah chat here." Azam.

"Oh yes, which area are you from?" Omah. Although Azam has given a copy of his ID card, maybe Omah does not read it.

"From Subang Omaah.." Azam.

"Where is the deck?" Omah.

"West Java Region of Omaah, The area that has the best pineapple Omaah." Azam.

"He,he, nice pineapple huh?" Omah.

"Eh, Eh, sometime if you go home, please bring Omah huh? Hehe." Pinta Omah while whiny and slightly stammered.

"Ready Omaah." Azam said as he continued to put on a face of his cheerful smile.

"Kalo Omah itself, which region does Omah come from? Where is husband Omah? You know, I've never seen it?" Azam.

"Omah comes from the Kalimantan region. Omah has a house and boarding here the result of wandering with the husband. Omah a widow and Omah live alone here." Omah.

"Oh it turns out the nomads are also omah. Where do the Omah children go? Pity that Omah, living in this big house? But I have to take care of it alone." Azam.

"Omah's children have been in greatness all, have a family and also already have their own homes, and have been on all success. Omah's son is here? Yes if at the beginning of the month, to ask Omah for boarding money." Omah.

"Have you become Omah's son? Keep asking for money. Keep on loving? Has all of his children succeeded?" Azam.

"Yes Omah kasih. Omah deliberately love the child Omah for savings Omah, savings to renovate this cost and also savings for the day." Omah.

"What about Omah today?" Azam.

"Yes, today. Hehe." Omah answered him with a whimper and his eyes stared at the roof of the boarding ceiling.

Not long before Omah looked at the boarding ceiling, Omah again met face to face with Azam.

"Oh yes deck, he said there are friends who want to cost here? When?" Omah.

"Call down, Omaha? He said one more week his cost would run out. So, it's likely that one more week I'll be coming in here." Azam.

"Help huh? Bring your friends to kos here?" Omah.

"Yes Omaah, take it easy. Later I will also try to offer to my other friends for kos here huh Omaah?" Azam.

"Thank you? Hey, uh." Omah is always stammered when he says "he,he".

"Yes already then, Omah come down first huh? Good talking to you? make a smile and laugh mute." Speak Omah while erecting the body from his seat.

"Yes omaah, same." Azam.

Omah immediately walked up the stairs, Omah went home. Azam himself went back into his room to rest.