Gondo Flower
Chapter 16: The Night of the Full Moon
At midnight, the atmosphere was getting gripping. After watching the ritual of the Wijaya family offerings, my common sense was not running normally. My visibility was limited without any lighting, I shouldn't have gotten lost on the way back to where my friend was.
At that time I did not want to think much, the body still did not receive with what was seen before the eyes.
The timeline is increasingly hunting for every promise I've made. No matter what the circumstances are, this matter must be resolved immediately.
The scariest thing is the other side of the human being himself, if you ask what it is, I myself still do not understand it.
Humans are created as the most perfect creatures but many of them do not reflect noble attitudes, their behavior exceeds the animals who do not want to obey and always deny the creator.
I walked under the shady trees in a dark gaze, The sound of night animals accompanying the night of the full moon which bears witness to this family's abomination.
If other people think I am a brave person, they are wrong in judging. I was terrified and repeatedly ran away, denying the abilities written in my lifeline, seeing those who were not supposed to be seen necessarily whirling anyone involved.
If I can choose, of course, I don't want to be involved, even more so this family is a demon itself. But how the fate of zainal and others, they have been trapped since the beginning, wherever they go the devil from Alas Ruwah will never be willing to release them.
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"It's bukak!" repeatedly I knocked on the door .
There was not the slightest answer, the atmosphere was still quiet and increasingly quiet. Automatic revolved door handle slowly pull the unlocked wooden door.
Sculpt!
They were all lying unconscious, but strangely Zainal wasn't there.
"Rips! Sharif.. tangi!! " There was no response, however.
The others also did not respond to mas yanto and doni, they all fainted without me knowing the cause.
Sharif groaned, holding his head in a position that was still on his back. He looked at me in astonishment without blinking, then closed his eyes to examine the memory before he fainted.
"Zainal mas. say boy e!!" Syarif's words arrived with a panicked look on his face.
I was surprised to hear his narration, zainal a grown man can disappear?
"Rubber pie?" (What's missing?)
Syarif still has not answered, he set his breath irregular.
"There's a woman wearing a red kebaya flying in front of there!" Answer Sharif while pointing at the dark hallway in front of the room.
Red woman, could it be yellow?
The creature can not be considered trivial, he openly kidnapped zainal. What's so special about him? why so many creatures are after him.
Bude rumi raised zainal alone, we grew up together in a remote village. If just because he had a sixth sense was impossible, could there be anything I missed?
I did not think much and immediately searched, not forgetting the three of them also participated. We cannot split even more for now the conditions are not possible.
While in the middle of the road, there was a sound of flapping wings of flying birds. What bird does his flapping sound so loud?
Thousands of crows perched on the branches of large tree branches, lined up neatly to form the Shield preparing to defend its territory.
They did not hesitate one bit, stared intently and then let out a shrill voice.
"We came in peace, we just wanted to bring our friend home" I said repeatedly in my heart, though I knew none of the black-haired creatures could understand him.
However, who would have thought they understood, they flew away disappearing in the engulf of darkness within his dense forest.
We did not waste much time, as long as no one realized we immediately slipped into the main pavilion.
The building is very spacious, there are many doors and rooms are closed. I've been to this building once, but it feels even more creepy when seen at night.
There is a large hall that is so elongated, carved wood carvings are drawn in every corner of the room. There is a long hallway with antique paintings displayed along the left and right, Mas Yanto has already traced the hallway.
Silent and silent, the painting on the wall seemed to have many eyes that pay attention to our every move, even when it had reached the end of the hall they were still reluctant to turn their gazes.
At the end of the hall there are still many rooms, closed rooms that are locked. There's still more hallways, left and right. There was still no desire to split up, moreover it had entered the wolf nest.
One by one the doors of our rooms were checked, all locked.
Sharif who had taken refuge behind the yanto mas began to takabur, he deliberately provoked every movement that had tried to shake our faith.
"Wes angel iki!" said Syarif while glazed with waist
"St."
Mas Yanto hinted that we should all be quiet, he sharpened his hearing. Not only him I heard him, hissing sound was quite loud.
His direction from the end of the hallway on the left, The voice was like an intense intonation calling us closer. Curiosity peaked forcing this foot to step, especially mas Yanto who was already at the end of the hall.
From behind the wooden door as high as 2 meters the sound is increasingly heard clearly, Syarif did not think much immediately check. He entered first into the room followed by doni and mas yanto.
The last time I entered the room there were many glass box boxes, dozens or even hundreds. All of them are soaked in clear liquid, forms that are very similar to human organs.
From the rows of glass boxes neatly arranged on the walls of the room, In the corner closest to the wooden cabinet there is a round shape submerged in a preservative liquid. Such a familiar face that just a few days ago I saw her, the face of a woman in a Black and White portrait that we found in the room upstairs of Zainal's boarding room.
If the head is here then where is the body?
We hurried to hide when we heard footsteps approaching, the rhythmic pace made us waste from behind the closet where we hid.
......
The door slowly opened, and,
