Gondo Flower

Chapter 8: The Basket

Pov Syarif

The sound of screaming echoed from behind the door, still not heard clearly Everything was disguised by the rain. There was a doubt in him as the door was struck many times, The familiar voice, belonged to the tall young man who was crazing in the corridor in front of the room .

The sound of screaming echoed, "Bukak. cok!! open it!"

BRAK!! Brakes..Brak!

"Oh. kowe kui?" (Nal, is that you?) ask me in panic.

Unfortunately zainal did not respond he was still busy banging on the door. Doni grabbed the handle, many times he forced but never opened. he was increasingly made to panic because Zainal who ceaselessly raved .

Mas Yanto also helped because he was the strongest among us, visible from his high posture. Nil, the door is still firmly in the way, losing patience Almost my wooden door was destroyed right.

Bruk!

Someone collapsed. Zainal collapsed unconscious, his hands clenched full of wounds, missed the commotion that he had made earlier.

The smell is very strong from the outside.

The view outside was very surprising, Dozens of pocongs lined up neatly around us, Staring sharply at Zainal full of hatred. No one knows for sure the reason, their arrival was very surprising .

There was one pocong standing not far from us, his face was crushed with some blackened parts, even the meat on his right cheek was gone, showing his reddish-black skull bones.

Immediately I pulled Zainal by force, to come out and lift him I did not dare, not only me, even the class of Yanto even though his guts shrunk.

Trouble pulling my zainal body, Doni immediately closed the door after I managed to bring Zainal in. He sat bending in front of the door, sighing in relief after a while his heart was racing, our blood pressure slightly increased.

I'm trying to wake Zainal up, "Nal.. Tangi nal's!" (wake up!).

He was still flinching from his prone position, finger-fingered his injured hand, pained instead of playing looking at his skin peeling, skin peeling,blood flowed from his scar that was still new.Entah the difficulty of what happened to him, but clearly it was very painful right .

"Mass?" I looked at Yanto who was standing in the corner of the room, he folded his hands and leaned his head against the wall.

When he heard my call he did not immediately reply, he sighed for a moment then threw it away slowly.

"Tomorrow we'll find the solution!" mas Yanto

"Tomorrow? no konco ku wes koyo ngene iki! " (Tomorrow? don't look at how rich I am!) I speak loudly.

"La opo mbok think perkoro iki iso finished gor njalok Tulung neng uwong around?" (Do you think this problem will be solved just by asking for help to the surrounding residents?) ask mas Yanto.

"Lek gur ngono wes ket wingi kae I metu seko omah satan!" (That's it from yesterday I came out of this haunted house!) continue it again.

"There was once a story, Ganjang iki njogo Segoro gate, Gate of the boundary between life and death. Kowe knows that opo isine neng njero segoro?" asked mas Yanto in between his explanations, I shook my head and remained focused on the story.

"Demit!" reply Mas Yanto Brief.

"The power of Black is very concentrated, mboh sopo seng wani mbukak gate segoro ngantek gawe seng jogo vengeance" (Strongly concentrated Black Power, black power, and, I don't know who dares to open it to make his guards angry) explained mas yanto

"But e dewe ora crew involved mbek perkoro iki ngopo ora in culno wae?" (But we're not involved with this, why not just let go, right?) ask me

"I'm yo ora weroh rip, there may be details that we forget." (i don't know either, there may be details that we forget).

Whether what we forget until we get involved with this creature, we dwell especially Doni who does not speak in the slightest.

"Don?" ask me

Doni looked back at me confused, there was fear from the look on his face, he must have been hiding something.

"You something you?" Doni was silent and did not answer

BRAK!! BRAK..!

Suddenly there was a loud sound from the door, Doni who was sitting in front of the door was surprised immediately away. Zainal has come in and who else is banging on the door? this is wrong, definitely wrong.

We looked at each other, no one dared to take action, including me who was still silent beside the door was still in the door , The sound of noise outside further adds to the gripping atmosphere.

A minute later everything was silent, there was no sound until the door was broken from the outside.

Brakk!

The door slammed hard, showing a tall black form that bent over, his hands long to the knees while his feet bent with the soles of the feet very large.This creature I can not see his face, I can not see his face, because of his position that is turned back on us.

When we were focusing on observing this creature, Zainal's body suddenly moved by itself, it was like being pulled by something . Everything happened so fast that we didn't realize that Zainal was already on the floor.

He stood there, preparing for freefall . mas Yanto who realized the danger immediately following Zainal and pulled him, lucky the time was right we still had time to save.

We brought Zainal back inside, but not until we got into the room, in the dark hallway appeared a woman in a white dress, her body shabby with random hair.

The woman stood sculpting covering her face with long hair, she slightly raised her rabmbut head tertibak.

This woman had no eyeballs, her face was pale with some blushing wounds. We were stunned, how many more creatures we had to meet for the matter that we ourselves did not know what, I immediately brought Zainal in to follow with mas Yanto, who was, he accelerated his steps towards the door that was two meters away.

But one thing is certain, this woman has no intention of harming, she just pegged there to make sure we get back to her place. Before Doni closed the faint door I saw the woman standing in front of her back, as if blocking the black creature from entering the room.