LOST IN JIN VILLAGE

WHITE SHADOW ON THE TRAIL

It's been an open secret in the Tarjo group. That Basri was the most timid among them, towards astral beings.

But strangely, Basri is the most kepo creature with mystical things, and dare to scaffold the forest alone.

Although he had joined the Tarjo group for quite a long time. But his fear of astral beings never disappeared.

Never mind seeing a creepy genie, seeing the original ujud Pak Sarwo, he will be terrified. That's the kind of thing Aril had in mind. Hence, he had to lie.

"But where can sleep in open land like this, there are also mampvs devoured perish4ng savage!" Basri is still strong with what he thinks.

"Look! There's a rock cliff!" aril said, pointing to the south without commenting on Basri's remarks.

Basri's eyes followed Aril's index. Over there. Not far from where they stand, it looks like a hill that is not too high.

The full moonlight helped Basri's eyes scan what Aril had pointed at.

It turned out that the hill was not formed from the ground, but made of a collection of rocks that soared, so that it resembled a small hill.

Maybe because of the existence of rock rock, which makes Aril call it by the term rock cliff.

"What does our current situation have to do with that cliff?" asked Basri a moment later.

Basri's forehead was wrinkled, probably because he couldn't guess what Aril had in mind at the moment.

"Normally among the stones there is a gap like a cave. Goa is what we will use to rest. In ancient times, humans lived in caves. They are safe and well, so there are descendants until now. For example, you are, " replied Aril explained. He let go of the grin at the end of his sentence.

"Samely, you are also descendants of ancient humans!" Basri's mouth throbs. Laughter Aril also released.

"Seriously, are we sleeping in the cave?" Basri asked a moment later, rounding his eyes. Aril replied with a nod.

"Crazy ...! We have truly become our ancient people! Not his descendants anymore!" Basri's eyes grew larger.

In his brain came to mind, when sleeping in the cave, it could have been when he woke up, next to him there were wrinkled grandmothers looking at him with a smile like a grin, while saying 'uh, you know, Basri's son is up, is he? Let's hug grandma.'

Imagining that, Basri shuddered. For some reason, the figure of wrinkled grandmothers with frowny hair, and toothless teeth is a very frightening specter for Basri.

Let alone in the forest, in the market, when he saw a human who looked like that, Basri was trembling.

Maybe because she had experienced bad events with humans like these grandmothers. Trauma term.

When he was about eleven years old, Basri was once hugged by someone from behind.

When Basri turned his head, it turned out that the one who hugged him was a grumpy granny with frowny hair, and her teeth on a toothless tooth.

What was worse, when Basri turned his head, the grandmother immediately gaped showing her teeth.

More precisely, showing gums that are blackish brown, because the grandmother no longer has teeth.

Basri was shocked and tried to escape. But the grandmother's embrace is getting tighter.

Although Basri thrashed with all his might, but he was unable to let go of the grandmother's hug, instead the grandmother laughed chuckling like a mbak kunti, while trying to kiss Basri's cheek.

Basri's fear could not be contained anymore, when the grandmother managed to kiss his cheek. So afraid, to the point that Basri pants wet with urine.

Thankfully, Basri's fear was finally gone, when he collapsed in the grandmother's arms.

After having a mouthwash, it turns out that the grandmother is a crazy person who likes to roam in the neighboring village. Coincidentally that day, the grandmother visited Basri village, and Basri became the victim of the grandmother's pity.

As a result of the grandmother's fad, even astral beings who hit the sap. Because, since that time, Basri so anti-starches with the name of the kunti and other astral creatures.

"I slept in a place like that! We'd better find another location, one that's more convenient!"

"Yes, if you don't want to!" Aril again set his sights on the hill, then continued his words, "let me go there myself. Sleeping in a cave is safer than sleeping out in the open like this. Ntar get up and up, you are already in the embrace of grandmothers .. hyiiiiii ...!" Aril shudders.

After shuddering, Aril stepped away from Basri, as if he did not care about his best friend anymore.

Basri just gawked without making a single word. Maybe he was shocked to hear what Aril had just said.

"You coming, right? Long time gawking there, can kemambet mbak kunti who is already a granny, you!"

The fear grew bigger in Basri's heart. Moreover, now his brain is like affected by the phrase 'mak kunti who is already a grandmother' that was spoken Aril earlier.

No doubt, the image of a creepy creature dancing in Basri's brain. His head turned, looking back.

"Hiiiiiyyy ...!" Basri shuddered, as his eyes caught the thickets of the thickets, and the darkness of the passageway they had just passed. Moreover, at first glance he saw like there was a shadow there.

The fear in Basri's heart grew even more, as he saw a white shadow on the former path.

Basri immediately thought, that the white shadow was an aging mother and became a grandmother.

But the shadow was only briefly seen by Basri, so he could not be sure, whether it was a ghost or what. But certainly, the sighting has made the kuduk Basri heavy.

Basri again remembered the appearance he saw when he was stolen, when their group was looking for Aril.

The appearance was exactly the time as it is today. By the time the Maghrib had arrived. Moreover, Basri had also heard, that in the Maghrib time, is the time for ghosts to wander.

"Ril ...! Wait, Ril ...!"

Basri's screams made Aril stop his steps. He turned to look towards Basri. Instantly a smile fell on his lips, seeing the frightened Basri.

Simultaneously, Basri stepped foot, running after Aril. He almost fell down, when the tip of his foot was caught in the vines, which spread on the ground.

"Be careful, Bas!" Aril shouted in surprise, when he saw his friend was staggering and almost fell down.

The smile on Aril's lips disappeared instantly, changing with a look of anxiety. It was fortunate that Basri was able to gain control of himself, so he failed to fall to the surface of the earth.

When Basri was close to Aril. His face still looked pale, either from almost falling down, or perhaps also from fear of the white shadow that had been seen by him.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay!" replied Basri while shaking his head. "But it looks like there's a ghost on the road we've been on" he continued, glancing in the direction he meant. Aril followed Basri's eyes.

Aril's heart grumbled, why did Basri say such a thing. It was the same that he wanted to share his fear with Aril.

Fear should not be shared. Enjoy it yourself. Want to be as happy or bored, whatever!

"Maybe it's ghost like you said. Kunti ma'am who has aged and become a granny-"

"Husss ...!" Aril glared at Basri, who made the teenager bear to stop his sentence. After Basri shut his mouth, Aril averted his gaze.

"Where are ghosts here!" Aril said to console himself, after his eyes for a while paying attention to the place Basri had pointed at.

Despite saying so, there was actually a fear that was now radiating into the young man's heart.

Perhaps fear is present, because the state of nature has begun to change, from the light of day, to the darkness of night.

Even though the full moon hangs in the sky perfectly round. But the light cannot match the light of the sun during the day.

A bright full moonlight, only able to make the path like a dimly lit. It even brings a sense of horror to those who see it.

Maybe because of their distance far enough from the place, make their view so limited. So that the location designated Basri looks like dimly lit.

The dim atmosphere is what makes the feathers of Aril stand.

"Let's go!"

This time Aril who hooked Basri's hand, then pulled it while stepping foot. Basri followed without much questioning.

The two young men of responsibility walked cautiously towards the rock. Their mouths were both locked, with no one willing to start a conversation.

While walking, they were engrossed with their own thoughts. Trying to get rid of the fear that still resides in the heart.

"Thank God ...!"

Finally thanksgiving in the form of praise to the Lord, came out of the mouth of Aril, when their steps had almost reached the foot of the hill.

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