Jailangkung Party

SHOWDOWN

JAKARTA, 2000

Arinda Khaira Lubis, the only daughter of the lubis family. A distinguished and distinguished family. Families that promote education. It was clearly seen from some family photos displayed in the spacious and beautiful house.

The face of Ajar Lubis, the head of the family in this house who always smiled widely. The large round face that was very dashing dominated the family wall in this house the most. Post-graduate graduation photos to his newly obtained doctorate look very proud for anyone who saw it. There he also displayed several awards as a lecturer at a university.

The beautiful scenery was also comparable to the face of the Lira lubis. Graceful woman with face

a beautiful mother. Yes, she is the mother of Arinda and also the principal mother of Arinda School, Kasanova High School. A High School that only accepts students with the best grades and achievements. In addition, this forties head woman is also active in other social activities.

Their success on the walls of the house looks perfect with a series of photos Arinda. Their youngest daughter. Cute face as a baby, adorable smile as a child. The girl was jovial and intelligent when entering school age and at the age of seventeen, the face metamorphosed more and more beautiful. Arinda was blessed with the beauty of her mother and the intelligence of both her parents.

“Arinda..!”

The long black hair swung pretty as her oval round head turned towards the sound. The reflection of his face in the mirror shows the typical ayu face of Lira's mother with a smile as bright as Mr. Ajar Lubis. Arinda is beautiful. Plus a taper chin, a pointed nose and a pair of almond eyes.

“Ya Mother?” say it in a soft voice again politely.

“Come hunted?” take Miss Lira.

The girl rushed. Tidying up her clothes and the bangs covering her forehead. As the girl walked out of her room, the guests stared at her. He even invited her to chat. Even if he is a nobody, he is used to that special treatment. Moreover, today is his mother's twentieth wedding party. Their homes will

very much attended by guests who are the same age as both parents.

“Arinda, you want to join aunty agency. Now again there is a selection of cover girl..” offer from Aunt Lasmi, a famous magazine director offered it. And it's not the first time.

Arinda only heard until her mother's voice called her name again. “Arinda!”

“Sorry aunt, Mommy calls.” says Arinda.

“You hold this, who knows need.” Lasmi slipped one of her business cards. Arinda was doubtful.. “Gapa, make the same vent aunty aja.”

“Arinda!” The lira approached them.

Lasmi increasingly aggressively give his card. She immediately took the card and kept it in her dress pocket. They both did not want Lira to know about the transaction.

“Arinda, come!” Lira looks at Lasmi. He's a little anxious. He immediately took his daughter's hand. The teenager followed the mother. He looked towards Lasmi and felt bad.

“Mother, don't be too tight. Pain.” Arinda complained slowly. It was so slow, only the two of them heard.

“He didn't invite you, did he?” asked Lira in the same tone as Arinda.

There's no answer.

“Mother anyway does not want you to get involved with Lasmi. Mother does not want you to be a model.” Obviously Lira was a little upset. “Pahm!!”

“Iya!” arinda Nod.

“Good if you understand.” Lira took off her armband. Arinda's arms finally felt relieved.

“Arin...!!!” Ajar hugged his daughter.

“Happy twentieth wedding anniversary Dad!” Arinda returned the embrace of her father.

“Sama-sama.” Ajar looks very happy.

The welcome word began. Teach opens the voice. He was in his late forty, with a beautiful and smart wife and beautiful daughter, Ajar gave his twentieth wedding anniversary a welcome he had been waiting for.

“There are so many things we face. Nothing is smooth. The winding, steep and gravel roads we also face. There is no term, if we always live in peace. Nah! We experienced it too. A fight? Make no mistake, Lira is fighting a very tough debate. “

The guests laughed when they heard it.

“But that's part of our communication. In a marriage relationship in this increasingly old age is only one key, communication.” The guests clapped and called out to the young couple.

In the middle of the show of the parents, Arinda finally found a guest who was as beautiful as her. He's Tito, a neighbor's son and friend since childhood. At this time the man was a bantet, glazed eyes was busy choosing food.

“Lu present too?” tanya Arinda approached her.

“In tell nyokap!” answer Tito flat. “Kata nyokap, he was lazy to cook, so the initiative cave just here find food.”

“Hmm pants!” Arinda just nodded at the confession of her best friend. “Take a lot of food, trus bring it up.” Arinda's Order.

“Good idea!” exclamation Tito. “Gue can't stand the sound of mak-mak laughter. Noisy!” his weakness was staring at the mak-mak hordes that were in every corner of the room. “Kuntilanak aja minder if you hear them.”

“Hahaha. hence.” Arinda. “Gue will call Karin Fitri.” He immediately pulled out his folding phone and pressed the number that read Karin.

“New hp? The game is definitely not a worm looking for eggs anymore huh? ” compliment Tito to see Arinda's phone.

Arinda just smiled shrugging. “hahaha.... I borrowed it to play the game.”

“Good!!”

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Shortly after the call, two teenage girls named Karin and Fitri arrived. Fitri who wore a nightgown put on a face did not accept. The teary-eyed and stocky girl protested because of the wrong costume.

“Why don't you say below there's a parent's dinner?” fitri's complaint came last.

“Hahaha.. sorry darling, grotto also do not know if you wear this casual shirt.” Arinda stroked Fitri's hair.

Fitri still put on an annoyed face. “Almost a cave in told look after the boy, thought cave *baby sitter *kali.”

“Limit, coke. Ntar event kelar lu wash dishes under.” Obviously Tito was lying on the floor of the room while reading a magazine.

“Badness, mouth please take care of ya!”

“Haha... Don't fight!!” Arinda laughed at the behavior of her friends. Indeed, he would behave somewhat differently. Along with her friends, Arinda feels free to express herself.

Then one of his friends, Karin. The girl with a swag look, denim jacket with short denim pants, she also wears black eye makeup to impress cool like Avril lavigne, Karin's idol. He kept staring at the window. There he was brought to the view of the backyard garden of Arinda's house which has been decorated for the event tonight. He with his cat's eyes continued to observe the behavior of guests who are generally identical to their parents.

“Lo what?”tanya Arinda approached Karin. He gave me a glass of cold orange juice.

“Out more people.” Answer Karin short.

“What?” Arinda looked down. “Only old people.”

“Among these parents there are rich widows but do not have children anyway?” ask Karin.

“Eh.. uh... Want to catch you?” tanya Tito who immediately rose from the fall.

“You're a girlfriend!” karin without burden.

“Emang your crazy kid, crazy. Same time as om-om?” tito Ledek.

“Ihh disgusted cave hear it!?” Fitri covered both of his ears.

“Why the hell, tacky very you both. It's 2000, the year of the Millennials. It is no longer a taboo for age-different love. Initially the cave thought to love different religions aja.” Obviously Karin.

“The problem is you are not looking for a girlfriend. Lo want porotin money doang kali.” Accuse Arinda of holding back her laughter. He knew Karin must be joking.

“Lu crazy!” exclamation Tito. “Eh greet tau lo who died first, because from awa lo in pacarin make so the tumbal so that the widower remains rich.” Tito LEDEK. He held up a mystery magazine. He showed off an article titled “TUMBAL WIFE AND CHILD TO STAY RICH.”

“Ih.. amit-amit, you aja kali, grotto ogah eat devil's money!!” reply Karin.

“Aduuhhhh I don't want to hear about ghosts! You can get this magazine from which ciih, Tong” Desak Fitri.

“Tuh, mother attached, she brought the ginian earlier.” Tito pointed at Karin who instead showed off a proud smile.

“City face, cool look, but retarded brain.” Omel Fitri, he does not like if Karin has started with a hobby smelling mystery.

“Sunday, less-lessin deh, the cave also does not like ghosts in my room huh?” Arinda also objected.

“But there are exciting tau, here in one article written.” Karin took back the magazine that Tito held. His hands deftly open one page, “Pesta Jailangkung on new year's night.” He read the title of the article in bold.

“Means lo?” ask his three friends.

Karin sat across her legs on the bed. His hands showed the contents of the article to his friends.

“On the turn of the new year three months ago, there were five teenagers celebrating by playing seance with a doll that they called the night of Jailangkung.”jelas Karin.

“Here, the doll they wear, Barbie doll her sister, but inside the doll body is filled with sajen, such as jasmine flowers, nails, hair and blood. Compared to the real jelangkung dolls, it turns out this way is more powerful. Even one of them can interact with family members who have died.” Obviously Karin.

Arinda gulped. He heard Karin's story. Fitri embraces Arinda's hand because she can't stand horror stories.

“But the Barbie doll is wearing a shirt anyway?” Tito asked which made the three teenagers look at him sharply.

“Bu Liraaaa.. tito is a perverted brain... get out of school buuuu.....!!” yell Fitri and Karin. The atmosphere was back as chaotic as before.

"I don't accuse the cave anyway? is it just nanya doang?" Tito defended himself.

"Ihh ogah friendan same guy dappled nose cake her. Rin, get him out of here." Fitri back sprain.

"Woo doraemons!" ledek Tito Return.

"Don't love saggy Fit, it's good to call doraemon, the only daughter of a malevolent juragan whose beauty is equivalent to Marimar in saying Doraemon, the cave of the sick." said Karin

"Who-who, Marimar? Isn't it wrong with me?!" tito Ledek.

"Haha...!" Arinda laughed at the behavior of her friend.

"Nda, don't laugh, remember what..Nda...!"'s...!" lamented Fitri.

"Yes... Da... Excuse me... I'm not the same as Marimar." Arinda laughed.

"Iii...!!!" Fitri just degrades the sprain.

The three of them just laughed off their fatigue today. And they haven't laughed for a long time.

"Eh.." Suddenly Karin made them fall silent again. "Where if we play Jailangkung, make a meeting with Micah."

Karin's idea made them go silent. This crazy and absurd idea must have been rejected by his three best friends. But before being answered, Arinda's bedroom door opened. Lira's mother stood on the doorstep.

"Mrsil..."

Everything in the room is in an upright position. Even a collapsed Tito could jump up standing at the speed of the wind.

"Mom's night." greet them clumsy, awkward and very carefully.

"Oh you guys coming?" greet Lira's mother politely.

"I'm b mom."

Mother Lira nodded kindly. Then call Arinda, "Come greet the guests downstairs, they want to go home."

"Should it?"

"Buruan!"

Arinda only sighed, she was very tired of meeting guests who were not her guests. He gave his friend a warning to stay.

"You guys, it's night, you go home too ya." said Lira's mother who was auto obeyed by these three speakers.

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By evening, the guests had dispersed. The elegant-looking clothes had been removed. Likewise with the value of harmony and harmony.

The corner of the house that contained laughter from that afternoon was also empty. The inhabitants are busy with their world. With their minds. Arinda put on a haggard face, tired of laughing with her friends. His voice was hoarse and his throat was dry. A glass of cold mineral water, that's what he's got.

He put his foot in the kitchen. Take a glass and pour a bottle of cold water in the refrigerator.

It was quiet. Very quiet. There's no sound. At least he felt relieved if tonight would not hear a commotion. But this peaceful atmosphere in a matter of minutes will disappear. Because, there are no secrets that can be stored perfectly, especially in the house.

“I know, the student came!” samar, but definitely. Tonight the Lira's opening up. It wasn't in front of him, it was definitely in his parents' second room.

“Why? He only respects me as a teacher. You always overdo it.” It was the voice of Ajar who could not accept the accusation.

“Alah... just say.”

“Lira, don't start again. I'm tired of arguing.”

“But your voice is still high. Don't try to get it from me.” His mother would not shut up. “Twenty years what. Nothing good in these twenty years. everything is a mess.” Lira rampaging. Arinda memorized where the end of this dispute was.

“Do not discuss that again!” Ajar sounds more upset.

Arinda immediately left the kitchen to head for her room.  The sound of contention was increasingly clearly caught on his earlobe. When about to walk the first steps the door of his parents' second room was open.

“Yes, I will remember. Which mother is not sick to see her daughter die just like that. That's because he knew his father was a jerk.”

“But he wouldn't die if he didn't have a selfish mother. He died because you were Lira. Not me!!” Ajar looks furious. His face was red and scary. The emotion immediately subsided when Arinda realized that she was close to the door of the room.

Arinda. He was fed up and bored but there was no attempt to act. The same talk, the same emotion and the same ending. He ran up the stairs.

Being chased? No. gabe. Both of his parents were like that a lot. They hope Arinda can be wise with the condition of her parents who are on the verge of a harmony crisis. ~~~~

SERIATE...

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