Kosan Dwellers?

PPL (Part 5)

"All that went in?" I checked the kids in my squad.

I saw they were getting ready to go to bed because the time had already shown at 10 p.m. The first day at the camp was indeed a relaxing day. Consider it an introductory day with nature that will be their residence in the next few days. That night they have to sleep fast because tomorrow they have to wake up early and face a lot of exhausting activities.

"Already, Mom." Answer them compact.

We PPL teachers both check their respective squads to immediately enter the tent and rush to sleep. Because yes, there are only some of them who are still cool in the tent of his other friends.

CRICK CRICK CRICK CRICKET

The sound of crickets at night was heard. The sound of the wind swirling the pine twig was heard shahdu.

Can you imagine the sound of forest trees blowing in the night wind? That's how his voice sounds. I think there is such horror.

For a moment, we PPL teachers were still standing in front of the tent watching the children's tent that was starting to be quiet. Signs they are sleeping.

Our tent, the PPL teachers are pretty big. Because we rented a special tent from the campground manager. In the position of our standing bodies, the roof of the tent is still untouched. The teacher tent was all two back then. That is the original teacher tent of SMK Mandiri, and our tent, the teachers of PPL.

CRICK CRICK CRICKET

The sound of crickets still rang, complete with the sound of other mountain animals. That night, we all slept well.

***

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!!"

Mr. Abas' voice roused the students at 4am. The children had to rush a bath before queuing even though the mountain water was very cold at that time. For the next, children are guided to congregational dawn prayers.

And we PPL teachers, of course, have taken a shower before the children wake up doong, hehe.

Can you imagine how cold the mountain water is at 3-4 am? Brrrrr, it looks like ice water.

That morning the children gathered in the open ground for sports. And the next event every child gathers with their respective squads and prepares to carry out the duties of their senior brother.

The inauguration of the day was actually more specifically held for grade X children (read 10) who followed the extracurriculars. It was the XI class that guided them. Class X children are guided to the main task, namely hiking up and down the hill through post after post and completing the mission of each post.

Until night comes ....

CRICK CRICK CRICKET

The sound of the night beast was heard again.

Senior brother instructed each squad to split up looking for a convenient place to gather with his respective squad. Some are gathered on the hill, some choose below, some are in the open field, some are close to the mosque, yes wherever possible, some are open, the point is not to be close to one team with another team.

They flocked to find a place in the night blind with only the capital of a flashlight led by senior brother. We PPL teachers were asked to accompany each of the squads. And I chose to accompany the Eagle rebuy, you name it.

"Ready grak!!" One of the senior brothers of my squad gave command to his junior brothers.

One, two words had been delivered by the other senior brother in front of the junior bar line.

"Be careful not to daydream!" The senior brother in charge of driving around reminded.

Because you know for yourself, right? In the mountains are prone to trance when our mind is empty. And many times senior brother yelled at his sisters so that the mind should not be empty.

It's been a while since we were up there, until one or two juniors started to get tired.

"Mom, dizzy." One of the juniors in the back row complained to me. It just so happened that I was accompanying them by standing at the back then.

"In a moment, yeah." I asked the senior brother first about his junior who was feeling dizzy. And finally ..

"You guys who are not strong, dizzy, limp, please get out of line and sit in front here!" One of the other senior brothers gave instructions.

Finally the junior who had complained disbanded himself and walked to the front of the line and sat straightening his legs. While the other children were still standing in a ready position, still receiving material from his senior brother. I used to go around them around. Before long, in front there were already three people who rested because they were not strong to stand for long.

Until ...

"Mom," call one of the curly-haired girls from the line.

"Yes??" I'm getting close to her.

"Dizziness," he said.

"Oh yeah, let's just sit in front with the others" I offered. But he shook his head.

"I'll just go back to the tent, ma'am" she asked.

I asked the boy's wish to senior brother first, and they allowed it.

I finally led the boy back to his tent. I hold her body while walking, afraid she is not strong in the middle of the road and then pinsan. The street was in a downhill position because the location of the children's tent was down there. Our team chose to line up on the top ramp because of that time.

From the line of children to the tent quite far away. We_me and the girl had to pass through empty fields with lots of big trees around. Seriously indeed. Plus the dark and declining streets make the atmosphere even more tense. The voices of the children above began to sound away.

"Mom?" The boy called me.

"Hm??" I walked carefully because of the minimal illumination.

"There's a sheep's head, ma'am?" The boy told me.

"Where?" I asked just to appreciate the boy talking to me.

"That's right there." He pointed to the right not far from where we were walking. I saw the direction he was pointing, there was only a bush.

In my heart there is fear. Because already from this afternoon there were rumors of many children who saw the figure of the head of the sheep, there were also those who saw the figure of a whole sheep running and disappearing.

(You who are from Ciayumajakuning, must have known which campground I mean. But secret yaa don't say it) 😁✌

"You see?" I still support the boy's talk. He's nodding.

"Mom?"

"Yes??"

"I have friends."

"Oh yeah?" I don't suspect a thing. Because the talk is natural.

"My friend is next to my mother."

DEG!!

O God, real, my body immediately trembled at that moment.

The boy grinned strangely. I swallowed spit.

She got any friends? And her friend is next to me????

I was thinking about Nina, the head of the Cambodian squad who told me yesterday about the X class kid who had 'friends'.

Yes, ELISA.

I was walking in the dark forest together with ELISA???

Actually I still sanctioned whether that child was really Elisha or not. But from his confession earlier, don't you also agree that he is Elisha??

Can you imagine being me??

I held onto the boy with a feeling of fear that immediately peaked. If what I was leading was really Elisha, what should I do?

Can't I just leave him in the middle of the road alone while I run?

I speed up my path. I'm afraid he's going berserk, or at least in a trance in the middle of a dark road. If so, how should I do? There's nobody there.

"Let's go fast, the way," I said sok casually invite the child to walk. Even though my heart has been dug I don't know what it feels like.

He's been quiet. Face lowered. I knew he had read that this companion teacher was already scared to death.

I speed up my path again. From a distance I saw two senior brothers sitting on the side of the road in front. Thank God, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon I approached them.

"Kids, this is a sick junior" I said immediately passing the child I was carrying.

"Oh, yes, Mom." The two seniors accepted the boy and led him to sit down first.

And you know what that curly-haired boy did to me?

He looked at me sharply with a creepy smile, I don't know what he meant.

If she really was Elisha, why did this world happen to be?

Why should I be the one who met with Elisha from all the existing PPL teachers?

Yes, in the end, because this is my story.

I want to quote a nice line from SimpleMan, someone who likes to write his horror story on twitter. You guys ever know him?

You see, he said, "Things like this are not actually scary to tell, but they are all different if we experience them directly."

Well, that's more or less like that.

Like my stories for example. Can you imagine if you were me? How does it feel about? What are you guys gonna do?