Gondo Flower

Chapter 38: Asking for hers

A raging wind struck the tall pillar of the teak tree, a loud bang against each other trying to knock down the inner shield of the devotees. Outside was very crowded, the small hut was surrounded by thousands of creatures who were asking for their own. Some of them went berserk trying to break down the tightly locked wooden door, not to mention those who floated always shouted a shrill voice that mekak–kan ears.

The twigs of tree branches swiping on the roof of the house create a sound that makes the occupants frightened, not to mention the sound of a roaring sound that goes hand in hand with a big bang from the outside.

Sharif and the driver curled up in a corner of the room, his body shaking with cold sweat that almost filled the well. The two fell silent, silencing their fears with their palms. Every now and then his eyes glanced at the two bodies lying before him, the shroud covering their entire bodies, even though it was his theme Sharif was also horrified.

Zainal's body was still convulsing, this incident had lasted for fifteen minutes. Both do not have advice nor do they have the courage, control the conditions let alone provide solutions. Sharif did not take his eyes off the small hole under the window sill, something moving, something watching from the pupilless white eyeball.

Syarif already knew the answer, but his curiosity was still reluctant to take his eyes off the small hole under the window sill. A drop of blood began to flow from the small hole, Sharif was surprised by what he had just seen.

Sharif rushed to pick up the cloth originally and immediately covered the hole before causing even greater problems, especially now that he was alone with the driver guarding both bodies without souls. If only he were aware, in the wind window appeared a figure of a head that observed every movement of the movements of all of them, especially his eyes were not distracted from what was hidden behind the shroud.

The driver realized something was wrong, he switched his back to the vent and something was hanging from it. While Syarif still did not realize the presence of a figure right above the window where he looked down.

Those outside couldn't get inside, something was preventing them from touching the house. This storm will not leave before they get what they want, a pair of black blood that someone has promised to pound.

Mbah ladi came out of his room with a tired face. In his hands carried a bowl containing seven flowers that had been mixed in fragrance and a clay jar filled with wood charcoal. Mbah ladi called Sharif to come closer, he gave the two items to be placed near the two bodies behind the shroud.

The pungent aroma of the fragrance within the bowl spread across the room. Syarif sprinkled flowers seven shapes on the two bodies, smoke from the charcoal wood began to spread suffocating the breathing apparatus.

Mbah ladi took the bowl of salt that Sharif put near the door. A handful of sea salt Mbah ladi throw towards the wind window right on the face of the creature who was peeking, the sound of moans sounded loudly along with his body that began to burn.

"Ojo hang on to zinc mlebu!" (Don't let anyone in!) order mbah ladi before going back into the room.

Sharif understands what is meant by Mbah ladi, moreover, their current condition is on the edge of the horn. There was no other choice but to survive, there was no benefit to them as well if tonight they failed. His job is only to keep his best friend, he should not make a fatal mistake.

"Mas..sampean weroh want seng neng kono?" (Mas.. Did you see that there?" sharif asked after finishing sprinkling flowers all over Zainal and Laras.

"In takoni even meneng wae!" (He was silent!) sharif was upset.

Syarif Back sitting next to the driver, they again mutely drowned in their own daydreams. Just imagine if the driver was desperate to go home that night, it is certain that Syarif will be alone in facing the terror that unceasingly haunts them.

"Ash.. Kebul e!" The smoke that filled the house made the two of them cough.

Syarif looked at the driver sharply, his hands silenced the driver's mouth for a while. The driver was confused, his breathing was already very tight, but he also did not dare to act much. Sharif blinked his eyes, several times his eyes blinked while pointing to the side. However, the driver still did not understand.

Sharif lost his temper, he took a bowl of salt by the door. One handful of salt he threw towards the door, along with it a long hand that tried to break through the entrance immediately blistered. The hand shrank, a shrill voice resounded. The driver could not clear his mind, he was still fixated full of confusion.

"Bantu Cok!" Shouted Sharif disperse the daydream of the driver. The driver took a handful of salt and sprinkled it into places they were prone to enter, such as windows, windpipes and entrances.

"Edan.. No need for wedi wedi ne blas!" (Crazy.. No fear at all!) the driver said softly after finishing sprinkling salt.

"Sampe when is iki?" he continued to finish his speech. Sharif shook his head because he himself did not know the answer, they stared at the entrance looking at the tentacles of long tentacles and thin hands trying to enter through the gap under the door.

Sharif retreated leaning against the wooden wall, his eyes staring intently. More and more people were trying to break through his defensive fortifications. The sound of a bang outside the louder it sounded, the storm was getting louder, the branches of trees that hit the walls and roofs of the house like possessed by a curious spirit, did not give mercy even though the wooden wall was about to collapse.

"Try enek Alingga," (Try there Alingga,) he said softly with his vibrating legs. His mentality was shattered, his sleeping hours were a mess even they had not slept at all since last night.

Sharif too often depends on Alingga, he forgets there will be a time when they are apart, there are times when no one can help him. It was at that moment that he had to rely on himself, to save himself when not a single hand would lend a helping hand.

The driver embraces the shoulder of Sharif trying to calm him, they are ready with any risk that will happen after this. In this house they both strengthen each other, waiting for the arrival of the demons who tried to enter from the front door. The reddish flesh sloughed off shortly after coming into contact with the scattered salt, yet there was not the slightest intention of them to retreat.