Kosan Dwellers?

School Story (Part 2)

Atin begins the story ....

"So I walk down the front hallway. I passed his class one-on-one. From the first class it was empty. The second class is empty. The next class is empty. Well, up to the corner class, there's a candle flame of one...."

I quietly listened, letting Atin finish the story. Although my hair was already bristling at that time.

"Because of that candle I turned towards the hallway. From far away there was a light of fire. I think the road is there. I think the flame is a sign that we all have to go there."

"...." I'm still quiet.

"The corner class that had the candle flame I passed. Well, I'm in the next class...."

"...."

"Just a second! Am I on the wrong route? Sure?" Atin still convinced me.

"Ih sure. The original route people out the gate and turn left. Not from the hallway keep turning left." I answered for sure.

"In the next class after the candle class, someone knows!"

"Huh? Seriously?? What people??" I'm surprised it's not a bitch.

"In the next class there are people wearing white clothes, long hair, whistling at the window. He's looking at me. His face was flat with no expression."

Yes Allah 😑

The class that Atin meant was the class that was on the right side of the horror class that he said had the candle. And it just so happened that the classroom window had an iron trellis. And according to Atin's confession, in the iron trellis there were people huddling??

"I think he's the upperclassman who deliberately scares. So as I passed by, I greeted him, 'Sister' as I said."

I swallowed spit.

"Certainly??" Askaqua.

"Yes, I've continued my way to the mosque."

At that time, the final place was the mosque. Those of us who have finished the challenge route must gather at the mosque while waiting for other friends.

"Pas the road to the mosque, is there another class whose people no longer?" I was wondering if Atin might find another upperclassman he thought was playing the role.

"none. All classes are empty. Except for those two classes," he replied.

"Well!! That's her!! Why are the other classes empty? Because there were no upperclassmen there, Atin!! You're clearly on the wrong route!" My answer explains everything.

Atin remained silent. His mind floated back to imagining that night.

To answer the curiosity, I and Atin finally tried to ask one of the senior brothers about whether one of them was in charge of scaring us from the hallway??

And they answered NO.

Not a single upperclassman stood guard in the hallway of the classroom. All upperclassmen are on guard from the gate to the mosque, according to the actual route.

Then the candle that lights up in the corner class is what candle?

And who's that grumbling window??

KUNTILANAK?

Yes, in the end we realized, Atin was targeted, or the easy term Atin was directed by them to pass through the classroom hall that night.

Atin is a close friend of mine. He lives in the same village as me. He and I went to the same High School and Junior High School. After graduating from High School, we separated. I went to college, while he worked in Tangerang. We only met when he came home.

***

One day Atin told me he was home. I who was on that day had been scheduled to go home, immediately prepared myself. Monday to Thursday I was in the boarding house because the lecture schedule was Monday to Thursday. Friday through Sunday I was home. And that's the day I spent visiting Atin's house.

Arriving at Atin's house, we told him this it was letting go of longing. Her name is a woman, a close friend, our work when we meet yaa no other between venting and gibah, that's all. Wekek.

But something was different about our meeting that day. My schoolmate told me about a strange experience she had just had.

2011 Years.

That night, Atin will return home after a day of visiting his father's contract in Ja*b*n*ng, Bekasi because he is coming to work tomorrow. Atin decided to go home to his boarding house located in B*t*ng, Tangerang is a cycle at 9 pm.

"Atin go home first yes, sir," he said as he greeted his father.

Atin delivered his father to wait for the bus. In between waiting for the bus, Atin's father advised that later on the road later do not break up praying. Atin nodded his head.

Before long, from a distance there was a bus coming. Atin greeted his father again. After the bus was dismissed, he got on immediately, and he got a seat close to the door as the other seats were already fully filled.

On the way, Atin chose to play his phone so as not to get sleepy. But because he was too focused on the phone, he almost escaped the one awkwardness that was on the bus.

Atin initially felt strange because during the trip, there was not a single sound that he heard. Not a single passenger on the bus spoke. Atin turned his gaze across the bus. Bizarrely. All the passengers looked down, the others even seemed to fall asleep.

"Maybe the other passengers are on drowsiness," Atin thought.

Before long, Atin's destination will arrive. Soon he said "LEFT" to stop the bus. The bus stopped.

But the strangeness returned when Atin had gotten off the bus. On the streets of B*t*ng which is always crowded even though late at night it looks different, the night is very quiet. Not a single vehicle passed. Atin was confused alone. He was sure he had come down in the right place. But why are the streets so deserted?

Atin decides to walk away looking for someone he might be able to ask. But until he had walked far enough and his legs were tired, he had not met anyone.

Atin did not despair, he continued walking. Before long, he found a small shop by the side of the road. Soon he came to the shop.

"Excuse me, Sir. Is this really Tangerang?" Atin asked in a daze at the owner's father.

"Yes Neng, right," he replied.

"Now I am in what area exactly?" Ask Atin again.

"This is area A, Neng."

(Sorry, my friends, I can't clearly mention the name of the area. Because Atin also forgot what the name of the area called by the father) 😅

"Oh, yes, thank you sir. I'm taking a short break, sir," permission Atin while taking out his phone.

Soon he contacted his girlfriend who had long lived in Tangerang to ask the location that the warung father mentioned, because Atin himself was still new to live in Tangerang. But when he called his girlfriend and mentioned he was in location A, the boyfriend was confused. Because as far as the boyfriend knows, in Tangerang there is no area A as Atin mentioned.

Atin was confused. So what area was he in at the time?

"Where is Eneng going?" Ask the father at last.

"I'm going to B*t*ng, sir," he replied limply. Atin has resigned.

"Oh, yeah, let's spread it, yeah."

There's no other choice. Atin only manut led by the stall father to cross.

And after crossing over, the strangeness happened again. The atmosphere that had been quiet instantly turned into a crowd. Then the vehicle began to look.

Before long, there was finally an angkot passing by. Atin immediately waved his hand stopping the angkot.

"B*t*ng yes, sir," Atin told the driver.

"Loh, Neng. If you want to B*t*ng for what is all angkot ride? That's close." One of the passengers chimed in.

And sure enough, there had not been a minute of Atin riding the angkot, he had arrived at his destination. Atin was still in a daze.

What exactly is he going through?

This is in my personal view.

I think Atin has been invited to enter another dimension through the bus he was riding earlier. And the passengers on the bus were definitely not people. Atin has entered a world that I don't know what year it was. Years where the road is still very quiet, and there is still rarely a passing vehicle. And area A mentioned by mr. warung, I'm sure the area does exist. But that was before. Maybe now it has changed to another area name.

I concluded like this because when Atin was scattered by the shop owner's father, he had returned to his original world. B*t*ng is always crowded even at night.

And across the street, where Atin set foot on the bus, is probably another dimension of "them", yes "them".