Kosan Dwellers?

KKN (Part 6)

There's a lot of people in the post tonight. The boy has brought his sarong and his pillow to sleep tonight. After we finished working on the mandatory tasks of the KKN work program, we used to play any fun game, instead of taking our minds off the strange things. That night we were as usual sitting around in the living room while starting a venting session. We can say whatever we want to share with our friends. There are stories about his girlfriend, his family, and others.

But still, even though we initially only discussed small talk, for a long time still leads to heavy discussion. One of them is about the reason why boys should sleep in women's posts. We were actually a little unwell to the surrounding residents because of the sleep mixed one man and woman's house. But how else? We girls are not comfortable to sleep in the house that could not be safe for all of us, even though I myself do not know what is really in the house.

And apparently, the boys did not really know the reason why they started the night was asked to sleep one post with us.

"Yes, what's the matter? Why are we being told to sleep here tonight?" One of the male members asked in the unofficial forum.

"Yes, if you can, don't just tonight. Tomorrow, too, until KKN is finished, you sleep here," replied one of the female members.

I who don't know anything yet choose to quietly listen.

"Yes, why?" Ask another child.

"Yesterday the Mira saw someone passing by" replied one of us, Yuna.

"Huh? Meaning how?" One of the boys doesn't seem to understand Yuna's conversation. Me included. Yuna is the occupant of the front room huh, including Mira as well.

The children in the front room looked at each other. I, who was the occupant of the back room, was still silent, impatiently listening to the next explanation.

"So that afternoon we were chatting in the room right, the position of the door was opened. Among us at that time who was facing outside the door was only Mira. Well, while having a nice chat, Mira saw that there was a person walking from the kitchen to the living room," Yuna began to explain. We're silent.

Nights at the rented house, and we talked about the horror that was going on in the contract? What do you feel trying? Horrified.

Mira was there. But she preferred to be quiet and let Yuna who took over to tell us what she saw.

"At first Mira thought that the road was one of you, but that afternoon you were all not in the post," continued Yuna pointed at us the occupants of the back room.

We're still quiet. That afternoon the entire back room was not there. They were able to attend school in the village.

"In a moment of conversation, Mira asked, 'Who is that?' As he pointed out the door," Yuna continued. We were still silent, letting Yuna finish her story.

"Who what? We asked back, right? The Mira replied, 'That was someone passing from the kitchen to the living room', our positions were all in the room, and there was no one else in the post, so who's been through, we don't know."

We sighed listening to Yuna's explanation. The front door is facing straight towards the kitchen. So surely Mira will very clearly know if anyone passes by.

If the creature can already manifest into a human being who it is, it means he does not play games with us. I'm goosebumps.

"Said Mira, who passed by woman. That's why he thinks it's one of you," Yuna continued, glancing back at us, the back room boy.

We all look at. Though KKN will soon be over, but why did the creature just show itself now? Why not from the beginning when we first set foot in this house?

The boys nodded in understanding. They caught the fear in our faces. Finally they agreed if they had to sleep one house with us until KKN was over.

Last night at the post was full. The front room was filled by the front children, the back room was filled by me and the other friends, while the middle room was filled by boys. So that night we were able to sleep well even though we talked about scary things before. So good, I got up late waking up at dawn, even Nani. It was about 5 o'clock in 20 minutes. The air is still cold, it is still dark outside. But of course the dawn worshipers in the mushola are no more. During this time we have been accustomed to praying congregation in mushola, Alhamdulillah, near mumpung.

"How's this? Where do we pray?" I asked Nani who was also awake. All my friends are still asleep.

"Well, let's go to the mushola! Where do you pray here too? Full of all," he replied while preparing to bring his face.

Nani is right, the post is really crowded. Only the kitchen and bathroom were empty. Finally Nani and I went to the mosque.

We walked towards the mosque through the side gate, Nani walking in front. And as soon as I climbed the stairs, from where I stood I saw that there was a pack of Ustad who used to pray still standing in front of the main door of the mosque. He was still fully dressed in a sarong, white cocoa, skullcap, and a prayer mat around his neck. He looked up at the top of the wall, not knowing what. I stopped my steps. I was ashamed of him for waking up at dawn. From where I stand, I can clearly see him, because the walls of this mosque are full of glass, not walls.

But Nani still relaxed walking towards the front towards the ablution place. I shouted in a small voice giving the code for Nani to stop as well.

"Dani, Nani! Shhhh!" I call him raucous. The point of the heart is that I want us to be quiet for a while until Mr. Ustad gets home so we don't have to explain in shame that we woke up late in the morning.

But Nani still continued his steps towards the ablution. It just so happens that the wudhunya place is in the front corner of the mushola. Automatically if we go there, we will definitely cross paths with Mr. Ustad. There was no other choice, so I ended up going my way. Business was asked, Mr. Ustad, can I answer that later.

Something was strange when I walked ahead. Mr. Ustad doesn't exist. The front area of the empty mushola is hollowed out. I'm curious.

I immediately ran towards the right wing of the mosque because Mr. Ustadz's house was in that direction. I stood looking at the dark, silent, straight path, there was no one. The distance I walked was not long, I should still be able to see Mr. Ustad walking home on that road. But it's empty there.

I ran again towards Nani who was taking ablution.

"Why are you?" Nani asked astonished to see me pacing around indistinctly.

I catch my breath. "Where's Uncle Ustad?"

Nani scrunched her forehead. "What's Uncle Ustad?"

"Sir Ustad up ahead, where was it?" I'm sure Nani should know. Because when he walked to the ablution, I still saw Mr. Ustad standing at the door.

"Which Uncle Ustad is woy? There is no one here" Nani replied loudly as she climbed to the top. The position of the ablution place was indeed a bit down at that time. "Quick wudhu there!"

"Him a minute!" I was curious and confused at once. "So there's Mr Ustad standing there, when you didn't see?" I asked while pointing towards the front of the mushola.

"From there was no one Via! Wrong look at you the most," replied Nani very confident. "Here fast wudhu, fast prayer!"

I'm clucking confused. I really didn't see it wrong. From behind the glass, there was indeed Mr. Ustad standing in front of the door, obviously. But what if Nani says there's nobody there? Then who is he?

"Wait ya. Don't go anywhere!" I said to Nani while coming down to get some water. I'm scared too. After that we rushed to pray in the mosque that was already quiet.

'It's okay, Vi. You saw Mr. Ustad, the sign is a good genie who embodies to be Mr. Ustad, do not be afraid!' I murmured inwardly as I and Nani were alone in the prayer room on that lonely morning.