Gondo Flower

Chapter 33: The light

Syarif stared intently at the crowd that lined up neatly along his passing car, long enough his car drove in no direction. The figures wearing shabby shrouds are never inexhaustible, the more crowded the coming of new residents.

There is no light, no hope. The expanse of a vacuum stretches endless as far as the visibility the retina is capable of receiving. The only hope is the gate to the human world. Unfortunately, no one knows for sure where it is. In fact, even the pesugihan hunters never know.

The speed of the car was getting out of control, hitting thousands of pocongs that did not give them the slightest room to breathe. In fact, the creature was getting bolder, some were crawling on the top of the roof of the car, some were floating messing with those who could not escape.

However, the most frightening among them all was Ganjang Roha, a creature that had very long legs and hands. Ganjang is the gatekeeper of Segoro, he who ensures that what is inside and what is outside cannot cross the boundaries of each. Especially what lives in there, the power of the demons is sealed perfectly in the melting pot agreement. A black and white ritual that becomes the beginning and end of a covenant.

Of all things, what remains a mystery is how the black car was able to get into the supernatural realm, where it sealed thousands of demons. Whether there might be his interference with the vijaya Adhitama, his last victim escaped and was trapped in his world of sinners.

If only Alingga had included the puppet in this expedition, perhaps all their efforts would have ended. In the supernatural realm the human soul is powerless.

Syarif is still holding back the creeping horror, the long tongue of a creature from then on is still comfortable settling right in the left window of the black car. Syarif did not dare to glance at the eyes that almost missed, he straightened his head staring sharply at what was being cleaned front bumper of his car.

Another figure accompanied him in the expedition of the soft universe. The woman in a shabby white dress sat gracefully in the back seat with her eyes out of place. The figure was just silent, sitting right beside the lying zainal.

"Guil.." There was a soft sound coming from the back seat.

Sharif heard it, but hesitated to turn his head in that direction. However, his inner being was more curious than his common sense. He looked, right on the face of the figure.

"COCK.. DJANCOK DEMIT ORA SNAKE!!" ( Motherfucker.. Satan has no brain!!) swearing aloud.

Syarif averted his eyes from the almost broken face, the driver next door did not care about the sharif babble that was no longer controlled. His body shuddered in horror, he almost regurgitated his empty stomach.

"Look at the cok!" (Shut up!) The driver bullied the doormat Sharif. How not, the face whose skin was peeling was still imprinted in his view.

"Supers.. Scold!" (Rear.. Behind!) sharif said with a panicked expression. Sharif is more frustrated, while the driver is increasingly upset because of the attitude of Sharif that makes him lose focus.

Actually there is nothing to be afraid of from the figure of the barrel, he helped his son a lot through difficult times. As in the Wijaya family residence, the barrel as much as possible keeps the zainal from the reach of Vijaya. But destiny says something else. What has been outlined cannot be changed that easily.

Laras wants to help them get out of the supernatural. However, there was a price he had to pay for having entered the gate of Segoro. The soul of the dead who enter the gate of Segoro will never be able to come out again, no matter how great his strength he will forever be trapped in the boundary of both worlds.

This may be the last time he helps his son, he will never be able to get out of this realm. There will be no more guarding the zainal, no more leading them to find a way out. After her they were completely alone.

"Nengen!" (Right turn!) syarif said spontaneously when knowing the driver did not go in the direction indicated by Syarif.

"No iso mas! The handlebars e muter dewe." (Can't be! The steering wheel is muter itself.) replied the confused driver.

Sharif also realized it. He saw the driver's hand that was not where it should be, but the steering wheel moved like it had been controlled by something.

Sharif hinted to the driver to glance back. Syarif suspects the woman behind is what did all this. After all, they could do nothing, they had no direction in this endless middle of nowhere.

The black car is speeding faster, its speed exceeds the maximum speed that this car is able to travel.

A bright light blinded their sight. The light radiates between the pitch of darkness, hope appearing in their true after a long time trapped in a different dimension.

...***...

The sun shines again after a long time, the wind again blows welcome them back to where they should be, the world of humans, although humans do not deserve to live in a world that has been damaged for a long time.

They return to the cornfield, where their supernatural journey begins. Sharif opened the window trying to feel the cool of the twilight wind, the driver so, he looked up his head making sure with his own eyes the sun was almost drowned.

The twilight wind conveys the message of nature, do not hurt it, do not damage nature, then nature will protect man while in his atmosphere.

"Mas, I just had a dream. There are many demits!" the driver said without taking his eyes off the sun.

Syarif glanced at the driver with a sour face, he stuck to the head of the driver with his palm.

"Dream your eyes!" syarif said after her.

The driver looked at Syarif in panic, he hurried out of the car to make sure of something. The driver examined the sides of the car one by one carefully, he clearly remembered how the creature hit the side of his car very hard. Not to mention when his front bumper lunged at the row of shabby shrouded figures along his speeding car.

However, not a single scratch was found on the body of the car. If it was not a dream that the car would be filled with stains and scratches, but seeing the condition of the car that never happened what, the driver began to doubt his memory.