LOST IN JIN VILLAGE

BASRI FAINTED

Probably no more than two minutes, the creature examined the door of the cave that had been fenced by the wooden bars. A moment later he stood up straight again, with his gaze turning towards Aril and Basri.

With the upright position as it is today, as well as the bright light from the campfire, the shape of the creature can be seen clearly.

Had Aril and Basri looked back, they would have seen the creature's face.

However, Aril and Basri did not do so, because they were unaware of the presence of the creature wrapped in white cloth. They kept walking along while talking.

I don't know what they're talking about. Perhaps their story still revolves around the events that Aril experienced during his disappearance.

There was about a minute the creature stood still, and was fixated with a flat expression, staring at the two youths who were getting further away from it.

"This place has been messed up like this, the door is fenced and in it is sprinkled with garbage." The creature said, like a grunt, but it sounded like a sigh4h.

His head stared back and forth at Aril and Basri, then at the door of the cave, then turned to the growing campfire.

Gedumelan is not clear, as if it does not stop coming out of his mouth. I don't know what he was grumbling about, but clearly, several times the word 'inyong' accompanied the creature's sentence.

It can be ascertained, that the creature came from Banyumas, this can be seen from the words 'inyong' he said many times.

While the trash he was referring to earlier, was the leaf that Aril and Basri used for the floor mat.

"Basar humans do not have ethics, already this place is ruffled so it is not funny. Burning rubbish. Where the fire gets bigger. What if the forest burns? You want responsibility?"

Throughout the grunts of the creature, his gaze could not be separated from Aril and Basri. The sound that came out of his mouth still sighed4h.

"Awas, yes! Inyong do your work!" He said again, after his eyes had turned to the growing bonfire.

Suddenly both the eyes of the creature lit up. It was like a wisp of fire filled his eye sockets. While the light from the campfire, making the face of the creature look more clear.

The creature had no nose, only a cavity flanked by two very pale cheeks.

The cavity was above his lips which was a blackish-brown. However, the creature only has one lip, the upper lip.

While the lower lip gets to the chin, it only looks in the form of bones, without being coated in the skin in the slightest.

With the shape of the mouth, so that makes the teeth so clearly visible. It's like a human tooth, just a big cadaver.

The creature opened its mouth. Slowly the opening of the mouth gets bigger and wider.

His chin, which is only a bone, moves down to the chest. Along with that, the sides of his mouth crack, and stretch all the way down to the ears.

Judging from the way he stood up, it was as if he was deliberately showing his teeth, tongue, and the inside of his mouth cavity that was red. Blood red.

"Argghhhhhhhggghh ...." The creature growled towards Aril and Basri.

Although the creature growled with a loud voice, Aril and Basri did not hear it. They still walk while talking. None of them looked back.

Several times the creature growled, even the sound grew louder. But Aril and Basri did not listen. Dismissively.

Feeling hurt, the creature finally stopped its axis. His face and mouth changed as before.

"Si4lan is so 'nih boy two! On budeg kali huh? These tired snarls growl while opening their mouths, they even duck. He thought thisong's mouth wasn't sore, what! Or ... what is the power of inyong as jin korin no already? Missing yawn, is that it?"

While grumbling, the creature was endlessly scratching its head with a gawking expression. Perhaps he was still wondering, why his growl was not heard by Aril and Basri.

Apparently the creature is a genie. Jin korin or jin human companion.

Looking at the clothes attached to the pocong-like creature's body. It is certain that, humans accompanied by this genie, have died aka ko'it.

And, it can also be ascertained, that the man he had accompanied, was indeed from Banyumas. Proven by 'Inyong.'

It was strange, even though his clothes were like pocongs, but he could take out one hand to scratch his head.

Maybe the pocong type of clothing was made in the modern era of the jinn, so it was specifically designed, so that the genie who wears it can freely, scratch his own head.

It's just possible, you know! Not accusing. So, who feels himself a genie, do not need to be on the back, uh, offended his point.

"OK, if these two dwarf creatures are indeed budeg. Would they not be interested to see thisong's face, if thisong blow his nape," the creature muttered softly.

Maybe this pocong is pocong alay, because, he hopes that young men as brave as Aril and Basri are interested in seeing his face.

The creature opened its mouth again, this time opening only a little from the mouth. Opening up just to blow.

"Phuahhhh .. phuahhh ...!"

The creature did twice the blow, towards Aril and Basri.

"Hiiiiiyyy ...."

Basri felt that something was following them from behind. But, he did not want to look over to confirm it.

When that's true. Let the one who is behind him, the first to confront something, and that person is Aril, Basri thought.

Because Basri's brain had thought so, so his pace accelerated, trying to be in front of Aril.

Aril also accelerated his pace to compensate Basri, so that they keep walking in opposition. But Basri did not want to lose, he just widened his pace.

Because Basri still wants to walk in front, while Aril tries to compensate with fast steps. As a result, the path of the two youths of responsibility was like rushing.

Surprisingly, Aril felt nothing, as if unaffected by the pocong-shaped creature's puffing.

Maybe it happened because Aril has been protected by the science of Sarwo sir, when Aril in the healing period of that time.

"Bas! What's the rush of the road?"

Aril grabbed Basri's hand, and tried to stop his best friend's move. Aril did so, because he was troubled, following Basri's long and quick steps.

Because of the strength of Aril's hand checks, Basri was forced to stop his steps. As a result, their journey stopped.

"You don't feel anything?" basri asked with an eye bead pointing right at Aril's face.

"Feel what?"

"It looks like there's something on my seat. It was cold as if it had been hit by a thawing drop of ice. Bulu kudukku up goosebumps ... Hiiiiyyyy!" Basri.

Basri's gaze did not switch from Aril's face. The frightened look was clearly on his face.

"I don't feel it" replied Aril, holding his nape.

"Let's hold your seat, check it! Who knows if there's something there!" aril's proposal.

"Don't dare!" Basri shuddered back.

After rubbing his nape a few times, Aril tilted his body, with both eyes leading to Basri's nape.

Aril watches Basri as if scanning. Looking for a cause, what makes my friend cold. Who knows, there's a little animal stopping by. Like pacet for example.

"There's nothing in your seat!" said Aril later.

"So it was like someone was blowing" Basri said in a whisper.

"Blow up?"

"Yes!"

Basri assured with his answer, even confirmed by several nods.

Seeing the pale look on his friend's face, Aril must believe what Basri said, then he turned his body, facing towards the cave that they had left a few meters away. There was something that prompted Aril to look in that direction.

Aril didn't see anything there. But, there was something strange running through his heart. It felt like something was watching them from there, right near the door. But, I don't know what.

Because Aril long enough to look at the cave, Basri also set his eyes on the place.

"A-a-there's pocong!?"

Basri shouted in shock with his eyes whizzing and mouth gaping. Only that word came out of Basri's mouth. Because, suddenly his body became stiff, then collapsed to the surface of the earth. Fainted.

Aril was no less surprised when he heard Basri's screams. Basri's voice seemed to pierce his ears.

Reflex, Aril turned the body toward Basri. Just a glance he glanced at him, then Aril's eyes turned to the place pointed by his friend.

Aril saw nothing. But only for a moment his eyes were on Goa. Aril's gaze was forced back on Basri, when he heard a thud.

It turned out that Basri had fainted successfully, and was lying on the ground.

"Bod ...! Pease ...!"

While crouching, Aril called out the name of his friend, then he patted Basri on the cheek. Trying to wake him up.

Basri remained unmoved, though Aril's claps had touched his cheeks several times. There is no small response from his best friend, which makes Aril more anxious.

"Bod ...! Pease ...!"

Aril drew Basri's hands together to sit him down. Basri's body was raised in a sitting position with his eyes closed, but then fell again, when Aril let go of his grasp.

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