Happy Adventure
17. What a Weird Day
...THE DEMON RED EYES POUNCED ON THE EARTH...
......WHAT A STRANGE DAY......
It was Thursday Wage night Friday Kliwon, when Putra couldn't sleep at night. Time shows at one o'clock in the night. On the mattress, Putra examined the pocket book whose cover was made of animal skin in front of which there was a photo. He thought with the phrase Passport 3 Nature on the cover of the pocket book. Inside the pocket book were three blank sheets of white paper. Whether there was a whisper of what, when he began to sleep as breezy as one eye that would close there was a strange sound. The voice told him to scribble the book with a pencil. Then he woke up from his sleep to pick up a pencil in his school bag.
Son sits on a mattress while writing words of introduction, “Halo.” On the first page. The pocket book trembled very strongly in his left hand, the book also let out a very strong breeze to let out a white light that hit his face. The wind from the pocketbook hit him which made him cold. His wind-affected hair, waving backwards. Suddenly his pocketbook turned its own page to the second page. When the Son saw his pocket book, there were letters that appeared one by one into words that read. “Halo also.”
His body The son goosebumps instead of playing, he throws the pocket book at his study table. On a lonely night, the Son fell asleep in great fear. She lives alone in her home, which also coincides with Kliwon Friday night. Said his friends who believe in Kejawen Mystical, that in this night the spirits that haunt on out of the nest to find prey. Actually Putra did not believe in the opinion of his friend, he also reasoned that maybe in modern times like now that many lighting lamps in the city there are wandering spirits. He also thought in his room, whether black spirits can really rise up into a wandering spirit. The son was disturbed by the wild thoughts of his subconscious, which became his blanket when he slept at night, and his hair kept standing until the blink of his eyes for the last time. Finally he was able to fall asleep also in his fear. The next morning he was getting ready to go to school, the pocket book was left on his desk. The son began to be busy with school lessons and was busy looking for new trade business orders in the arena.
Sunday had come after the incident on the night of Friday Kliwon, it had been three days that he did not hold the pocketbook. It was this Sunday that he began to remember with a pocket book that gave him goosebumps instead of playing. This Sunday morning he will call Ajeng to come to his house, Ajeng went to his house Putra at nine in the morning. He hurried to his house while carrying the order of the Son, his own pocket book. Ajeng rang the bell of his house, not long before the Son opened the door for him. He is welcome to come in to sit in the living room. Actually the house of the Son for him is like his own home because they are both friends for a long time, even starting from childhood. At that time his father often visited with his mother and father Ajeng because their family was also friendly as a child. If their families met, he and the Son as a child would have played together. For this reason, both of them know their own character. Starting from his strange preferences, favorite foods and hobbies also know each other. The son took the cold sparkling water from his refrigerator while carrying snacks in the jar. The son sat on the sofa next to her beautiful Ajeng in a dress he wore.
After they had a vague conversation, joking and laughing at the funny story, the boy's face looked serious. He remembered his pocket book which made Ajeng become curious. He looked at the Son who was suddenly silent with the blank look of his eyes.
“What's Put you shut up anyway, it looks like there's something you want to say to me.” Said the curious Ajeng.
“Eh...oh yes, this is Jeng. About my pocket book that was last Thursday night.” Putra. He was shocked by Ajeng's reprimand that always made himself misbehave in front of him because he actually had a heavy crush. It can also be called a dark fan, because there are also bright fans who are people who frankly declare their love. But the son was embarrassed because Ajeng was his best friend, he did not want to hurt his heart. If only one day the Son would hurt Ajeng, then he would not be forgiven for himself. He would punish himself for apologizing to her. Whatever he's going to do for a true friendship.
“What's wrong Put, why are you groggy the same I.” Said Ajeng who knew the motion of his body Son. “What I've been saying wrong all this time.”
“Eh..not-not.” Putra. He almost got caught if he had a crush on Ajeng. However, Ajeng is a very smart doctor candidate. For matters of body language he knew and mastered very. ”This is my weird pocket book. When I was going to sleep at night, I was actually sleeping at that time. In that sleep, there was a voice command to write in the pocket book. So I got up and wrote down what was told in that indistinct voice. On page one I wrote the word ‘Halo’. Suddenly his pocket book let out a wind sound, he also shook violently. Not only that Jeng, the white light from the book also swept across my face with a very strong gust of wind. Finally the book was silent, when I saw it the book turned the second page by itself.” The son said with goosebumps, his hand holding the back of the neck. Ajeng also felt goosebumps seeing him acting strange.
“Ah..cook anyway. I know a strange incident has passed when we were in the Gramedia bookstore, yes Put.” Ajeng said while asking for his certainty, only that night was a strange incident that he experienced.
“Cooking sut.” Ajeng replied that the creeps again, this time the feathers really stood up that creeps amazing. He began to approach the Son because he was also a little afraid, whereas it was in broad daylight. In his heart the son also unraveled the words that pretentious critics. In fact, he tends not to know himself to demean his best friend. Son-Son, you have truly gone too far.
”Basic girls, if frightened and uncomfortable like to approach each other to be more comfortable in his heart. Whether it is being approached bravely or not, the girl is well gini looking for safety. Honestly, he's just like me because I'm scared too. Prestigious as a man, because for me men must be manly and should not be afraid of anything. Although it made me faint from fear.hihi” said the giggling Son assessed his personality Ajeng, the beautiful friend he had always loved. However, it is precisely this moment that the Son is waiting for. His dream girl was frightened and started to approach him. Well, it feels like his heart is pounding, the world feels beautiful for him. Plus his misbehavioral self is in contact with Ajeng's body.
“Oohh...Beautiful life.” said the Son in the heart. He began to pick up his pocket book on the table. He wrote in his pocket book on the first page like on the night of last Friday. The answer from the pocket book was the same as what happened that night. Ajeng screamed in fear, he hugged the son. The white light and strong wind were accompanied by a thunderous voice regarding the two of them. Ajeng realized if he had hugged the son very tightly, he was embarrassed while releasing his hands when embracing him. Ajeng tried as much as possible to control himself because of the shock of seeing strange events again. He took a soft drink on the table and drank it while calming down. When the Son is hugged, he is not afraid. Eh instead he was happy amazingly because the girl of his dreams hugged him. Basic Putra.
“Allow, I said...Jeng.” Said the innocent son. Moreover, feeling sinful makes the fear of Ajeng in shock. He was silent for a while, finally he beat up the son beside him with a seat cushion.
”Basically you Put, I'm just nakutin.” Said the angry Ajeng. The two of them laughed at each other, the son asked forgiveness to him when he was beaten up by Ajeng. After Ajeng was content to beat him and their laughter began to be replaced with silence and silence, the Son asked permission to write again with another writing. The teacher supported him out of curiosity. Furthermore, what other supernatural experiences would sweep both of them mentally and courage. When Putra wants to take his pocket book that Ajeng brought, his hands touch each other. The two of them remained silent to look at each other for a long time, their hands holding each other. Both misbehaving, especially that afternoon there was a music show on television. The two saw GITA GUTAWA singing a song, titled TWO HEARTS BECOME ONE. Hearing this song, the two got more wrong. (STOP. Dengerin. PLAYLISTS. NO. 13).
The two smiled and were close together, Ajeng saw Putra writing again on the second and third pages beside him. However, this time the sentence he wrote had absolutely no answer from his pocket book. He wrote again on page one that read ‘Who are You’. Instantly, his pocketbook turned into a meteor rock the size of a ping pong ball. The meteor rock is black and hard, not round shape slightly oval. There are even small lumps like stone kali are also hollow. On top of this meteor rock is a small red button. Both of them were astonished and amazed by the incident they had just experienced. The son told Ajeng to do as he did. Ajeng picked up his pocket book that was on the table, he wrote on his pocket book with the sentence, ‘Who are you’. In the blink of an eye, his pocketbook changed shape into a black meteor rock like the one the son had.
The two agreed to tell his best friend who is currently in Jakarta, they also took his own hape. Ajeng's hand grabbed his hape from his pocket, while Putra went into his room to pick up his hape placed on the table. Ajeng contacts Medina and Putra contacts Grace to inform her of the strange incident. Both of them did not believe it even thought Ajeng and Putra were jokingly pranking them. His friend from Yogya convinced them both, this time seriously no element of jokes. After they finished talking to each other and hung up the phone, Medina looked for a pocket book on her bedroom bookshelf inside her house. While Grace searched in her school bag which was in the middle of her house
Grace wrote in her pocketbook ‘Who You Really are’, her pocket book turned into a black meteor rock. Medina experienced the same thing. The two of them did not find anything strange like Ajeng and Putra because they wrote their identities from their pocket books. These four teenagers are observing meteor rocks that were once pocket books or also called Passport books, because it says Passport 3 Nature. This passport has similarities with human-owned passports in general. Their meteor rocks are like iron ore but appear small holes and small holes are not translucent. The hole is just the outer shell of the meteor rock.
“Put, I go home first. I have been waiting for my Mom, tonight there will be a family event. You don't want to come with me at my best friend's house. Eh looks like your dad is also his best friend loh.” Ajeng.
“No idea Jeng. If I come, I'm sad to remember my father.” Said the sad son. Seeing her sad, Ajeng comforted her so that she could be happy. In the afternoon Ajeng said goodbye to come home from his home Putra while carrying his meteor rock. The four are still observing and researching the meteor rock to fall asleep at night.
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