Gondo Flower

Chapter 30: Uninvited guests

The road was still winding along the car was passing, a distance of only 2 kilo meters was not enough time one hour to go through it. The same place is always repeated. Either they are lost or they are not allowed to pass.

When the fifth time they went in and out of the cornfield, the driver stopped his vehicle and parked it on the side of the road dominated by gravel and red soil. He was a little confused even though he had passed this road many times but why he still did not reach the destination.

Sharif who had been holding back nausea immediately came out of his car, his face began to turn red as not pale as before. Hwek-Lambung who had not received breakfast was forced to take out anything inside, not even a drop of water yet. The driver gave Syarif a bottle of mineral water to use.

"Why not take this one, until you say two more kilos?" Syarif asked while taking the bottle of mineral water.

"Let me also confused lo mas, Biasane not se suwi iki. Sek mas did not check in Ngarep kae" replied the driver as he checked the road ahead. The driver walked a little forward to check the long-running car's wheel tracks, he was very sure they were so similar to the car he was driving. Maybe they just spin around in the same place.

The curious Sharif also approached the trail.

"Pie mas, jek suwi meneh opo piye?" (Well, how long is it going?) Syarif asked while touching the driver's shoulder, the driver looked at Sharif with a confused look.

"We try again mas, I don't know what makes us muter in the cornfield."

"Do you know how to mas? The sampean who brought me didn't know."

"Wes let's try again, how do you know this time it can come out of the corn field." The driver got back into his car, followed by the sharif although he still slightly shuddered with the stinging smell of the car.

The sound of the car engine again broke the atmosphere in the middle of the corn field, birds perched scattering flying indeterminate direction. There's not much gasoline left, turning around in the cornfield drains a lot of fuel.

Barrel was still staring out the window, he was still unmoved by his current position. That blank gaze was still not sidetracked from the flying black shadow, a curious spirit whose soul was not accepted in the afterlife.

The silent barrel suddenly spoke, "Syarif, can Sampean pour this cloth?" The barrel thrust out a cloth that was already covered in blood. Sharif stared at the palm of the barrel, apparently from there the cloth came, the cloth that wrapped the barrel wound Sharif received without much asking.

Actually Syarif is a bit confused, why not the barrel itself that threw it away, why should he do that. However, Syarif was not supposed to ask much, he only needed to obey because there is currently no Alingga on his side.

Moments after the cloth touched the ground, a woman who was standing alone in the middle of the road appeared. The woman stopped the car, the driver who realized the woman's whereabouts immediately stepped on her brake pedal arrived.

"NO ONE'S COMING OUT!" Shouted the barrel with a loud voice.

Sharif who had held the doorknob shut his intention back, he stared confusedly at the barrel. Likewise with the driver he looks more confused women who had been silent suddenly just shouted.

"Yellowing," said Laras shrieked, although his voice was very small but Sharif could still hear him. Sharif was a little surprised by what was said, again this is repeated.

"Bak barrel," Sharif still stared at the barrel with a fearful expression, he had once met this creature. However, he did not expect to see her again.

"Yellowing is free, he's looking for Raga Zainal." Said the barrel firmly, his expression so serious with a sharp eye highlight.

"What's it about, why is the kemuning obsessed with Zainal?" Sharif asked with a little annoyance, although he was afraid of this creature but he was also upset because he was unceasingly disturbing Zainal.

"Gondo flower development is heard. He's charging Wijaya's promise."

Laras stared intently at the red woman in the middle of the road, his eyes not even a little winking to make sure the creature was still in its place.

"What's the deal with Zainal?" Syarif asked again, Syarif too often asked because indeed he still does not know what.

"The blood of the Vijaya family flows in his body, then only wants to take the soul that has been promised by Wijaya for its death." Syarif was surprised by the fact that he just heard, whether Alingga might have known this or not understand it as well as his.

The driver who heard the conversation they both shuddered in horror, of course not perilah mere fairy tale about the existence of the creature named kemuning. Although the driver never met in person, but the story of the inhabitants of the ruwah was quite famous among the lay community. And what makes the driver did not dare to talk much more, when he heard the talk of barrel and Sharif about the collision. It is not clear that the person he brought was the one who was involved with the allies of the devil, the driver was afraid that he would also be one of his collisions.

"Bak Baras, does Alingga also know about this?" Sharif was a little hopeful with questions. Laras stared at Sharif flatly and then blinked his eyes which should have been understood, as long as Sharif was not dull.

Sharif returned to his position, he sat up straight while regulating his unfailing breath. His eyes looked at the kemuning, which made him more shudder, in broad daylight this is also Dare to show his form in front of humans. Of course, what we know so far is that the inhabitants of nature next door only show its form at night, especially sacred night such as Friday night Kliwon and other sacred nights. But the fact is that demons, jinns and the like are like humans, they live without knowing day and night.

Syarif grasped tightly his own knees, his heartbeat was still irregular making his body let out cold sweat. The memories of the moment of kemuning came dragging Zainal in front of his eyes were still vividly drawn, what if it happened to him as well, what if this time they were not allowed to live, What if their journey would end that very second.