HAPPY IS LIGHT

Your brother Debarku

Over and over again Hanna gulped. Not because it is faced with a line of delicious dishes. While Marco bit his index tip. Nor is it because of the special aroma of cooking. Hanna and Marco were standing at the threshold of the general cemetery gate of a village. The maghrib has passed. The orange no longer looks at the horizon. This moment remains silent in the dark.

Hanna and Marco throw one another a glance. A look full of hidden fear.

"You sure?" hanna was worried.

Marco hesitated. Half-heartedly steadied the winding road before him and the other half was full of fret.

"There's no other way?" hanna asked for time.

Marco nodded long. "There is, but it has to be twisted and passed over the bridge."

Hanna bit her lower lip. The preparation of inner birth should have been finished after the prayer. Prayers also flowed from his thin lips. But now the fire is back to attack him.

Marco grabbed an object the size of a hand grip from inside the waist bag encircling his body.

A glimmer of light flashed from Marco's grasp. "Prepare lighting!" his orders.

Hanna fingered her shoulder bag. Battery-powered lighting is immediately drawn into the night air. Once pressed the button, a white light one line struck an old gravestone.

Hanna. His feet took a step back. His heart beats without a normal rhythm.

Marco's back facing Hanna rotated. Marco turned one side of his face to his partner.

"Why?" ask Marco wonder.

Hanna gulped. "It's all headstones!" his reply.

Marco rolled his eyes. "It's a grave, Hanna! If it's a restaurant!"

"Malah kidding," sewot Hanna.

Marco glares. "You're the one who's kidding!" he refused to lose.

Hanna's lips pursed in annoyance.

Marco's gaze again turned to the narrow gap between the rows of headstones that stretched neatly. The sound of friction slowly Marco's flip-flops with dry leaves sounded loud.

Hanna followed Marco.

The two young girls took alert steps up to half the feeding area. Even though the wind was so piercing, a grain of unscathed sweat slid from his second temple.

"Once by the grave to remember the last day!" chirped Marco suddenly.

Hanna rolled her eyeballs. "Worship once a year can be a lecture!"

Marco grinned keki. He failed to catch Hanna. Silence indicates a crushing defeat of the sharpness of Hanna's sentence arc.

They try faithfully to keep pace without roaring. Although the breath will feel tickling the ear when it is dark. Two pairs of limbs that roam in silence away from the ease. Their heel was temporarily held back as the lighting beam hit the name line on the headstone before retracing.

The condition without dialogue that was only a few minutes was broken by Hanna's question.

"Is it still a long time?"

"Still!" answer Marco cynically.

Hanna sighs. "Eh, sulking huh?"

A pair of feet wrapped in bathroom sandals keep treading and avoid lush weeds and scattered stones. Another pair of short-shoes tailed behind.

Hanna giggles at Marco's reply.

"Don't laugh like that. You're creepy!" chirp Marco without turning.

"You're scared, aren't you?" hanna Ledek.

Marco raised his fist. "No one is afraid to walk in front!"

Hanna grunts. "Then the brave should have walked alone!" his challenge.

"Don't say much! Watch your way!" marco's orders were firm as his surge rose.

Hanna lost her vigilance until her feet caught the roots of a giant tree sticking out on the surface of the ground. His body hit the dry ground.

Hanna's moaning held Marco's step. The girl at the height of the pole turned her body to face the friend.

Marco terakenak's. His hand immediately extended a helping hand. But Hanna could not move when holding the palm of Marco. His painful ankle seemed to be released.

The vegetables propagate the voice of the man with the wind. "What are you doing here!"

Hanna and Marco froze. Two pairs of irises of different colors throw each other a look of fear.

Hanna can only bend. The groaning of his lips lamented the pain that befell him.

Marco emboldens his pair of lenses to face reality behind Hanna's back. Marco caught a large tall figure clad in all black. Short, tangled hair that is similar to gold combined with a typical pale western face.

Marco's lips twitched. "Hanna, is this really an indigenous cemetery?"

Hanna. He hesitated in confusion.

Marco's knees began to sway spookily. "It should be the inhabitants of this place like kuntili, ponci and gendi, right?"

Hanna grimaced between ignorance and pain. "What does all that mean? I don't understand!"

Marco's relationship is becoming. "That means ... means there can't be any vampi in the native cemetery, right?"

Hanna grinned. "What is ... vampi?"

"Creatures .. who like to suck blood."

Hanna closed her eyes. His head was throbbing affectionately watching his partner who was increasingly messing up.

"Marco, what do you mean mosquitoes? Mosquitoes are everywhere. Especially a dark place like this."

Marco's palms are shaking. "It's not .. it's not that!" the answer.

The look on Hanna's face grew increasingly upset. "Is there a leech? Whereabouts? Where's?"

Hanna let out a slight sigh of relief even though her romantic feathers were still awakened.

Marco's trembling knees rested on the ground. "Ma .. I mean vampi like in the movie that character named Erwan Cullun it!"

Hanna's forehead frowned. "Erwan? A cullun? Who's Erwan Cullun?"

The energy in Marco's throat began to thin. "If he sucks human blood, ordinary humans can turn into vampi as well."

Hanna smacked her forehead after a moment of astonishment. "You mean a dracula-like creature?"

Marco nodded quickly.

"Where did you see it?"

Marco's fingers stretched out toward the back of Hanna's back. "In ... behind you!"

Hanna. Cold energy groped all over his body skin.

"You're kidding!" shangkal Hanna's.

Marco shakes. "It's real very obvious!"

Hanna's eyes started to heat up. "But why don't you run?"

Marco bit the edge of his lower lip. "The stage ... the vampinya is very handsome!"

Hanna's pair of eyeballs stiffened. His neck slowly turned back to his back. There was no choice but to look and know the truth.

The all-black banded shadow was clearly etched in Hanna's retina. The slowly thinning consciousness now only remains in line. The girl lunglai instantly hugged the ground as the energy reached its limit.

Marco hysterical. "HANNA!"

Intentions reach for Hanna's arm but Marco's steps unconsciously drift further away. The black-clad creature lowered its body to reach Hanna.

Marco turned around and darted off the algal ridge. His frozen lips were difficult to let out a scream. A pair of legs resembles a cross-section runner who is ready to dispel all available obstacles. Even the walls as tall as adults were conquered.

Marco set his rhythmic breath after repulsing from the end of the wall. His feet landed perfectly on the ground. Without thinking twice, Marco again connected the steps to the joglo building which was only a few meters from his reach.

The original teak wood building was awaited by dozens of pots of beautiful plants that surrounded from all sides.

Marco's fist touched the wooden door repeatedly. "Excuse me! Mr. Rame ... Mr. Rame .... HELP ME! HELP!"

After a loud knock of a few seconds, the wooden door opened from within. Appearing half century man clad in white cocoa shirt. Partially bleached hair glimmers in dim lights.

"Who are you? Why are you screaming like that?" asked the man surprised.

Marco's arm extended in the direction of the tomb. "My friend was captured by an imported ghost, sir!"

Old man frowned. "Important ghost? What ghost? Where did you just come from?"

"Me and my friend plan to meet the father of the owner of the moringa garden to ask permission to pick moringa leaves and katuk."

"Then?"

Marco sweeps the sweat that runs through his temple. "We passed the grave to get there quickly!"

The old man shook his head. "Why not take the usual road?"

Marco scratched his temple. "Away, Sir! Ojek is expensive."

Mr. in clean white patted Marco on the shoulder. "I'll let you pick at any time. During the day I am not home yet, please take as needed!"

Marco put his palms together. "Thank you very much, sir!"

The old man named Ramewanto nodded slowly. "There are already many citizens who take advantage of moringa and katuk here."

Marco glanced at the pitch-black burial ground. "Then what about my friend, sir?"

Mr. Rame passed the doorway. He rushed in wearing rubber slippers lying in front of the main door.

"Come, show me where your friend is? I'm afraid there's some crook running around at night!"

Marco's body is back. "But .. I'm afraid of ghosts, sir!"

Mr. Rame shuffled the pocket of his coco shirt. A few seconds later, a small illumination had lit up white in his grasp.

Mr. Rame who just started his steps must be restrained from shouting Marco.

Marco's index finger is stuck in the direction of the cemetery adjacent to the moringa garden. A pair of young and fresh retinas captured the sighting of an all-black man with a girl in his arms.

Mr. Rame looked over. "What's wrong?"

Marco's fingers are shaking. "That ... that ... that my friend was taken vampi, sir!"

Mr. Rame sharpened his old eyes. The shadow of the young man was falling on him. Mr. Rame immediately increased his vigilance before getting any suspicious figure information that further eroded the distance.

Marco was only able to close his eyes behind Mr. Rame's back.

The all-black figure shouted, "Please, sir! My friend fainted!"

Mr. Rame's dark eyes are rounded. "You guys?"

The black-clad man took a breath for a moment "We're a teammate with the girl in the back, Father!"

Marco immediately came out of hiding after hearing the familiar voice of a young man greeting the eardrum.

Marco peeked over Mr. Rame's shoulder. Marco finds a confused young man with a blonde stray holding the weight of a girl in his arms.

Marco glares. "You're Kak Pradana class XI, right? Why is it behind us?"

The young man agreed. "I was asked to replace Eagle Brother in your group for today only!"

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