Misty Soil

Semusim go by

Passing the rolling second, the health of the Mbah even getting worse and sickly. Herman asked his friends for permission to return to the city to collect money and some medical supplies to help Fatma.

While on the other hand, the maid conveyed that the successor to the village elder was the adopted son of the Mbah. Considering that Bondan is still behind bars, they ask permission from Mbah Fatma and Herman to withdraw the lawsuit and charges against him.

“Can't be as simple as turning the palm of the hand after all the things he did to Herman!” snapped Beben.

“Hey old man, I've been so sick of your acting that pretentious set it up! Now you turn around to set the evil man free just like that!” aryan.

The maid glared, a little more she spouted a spell intending to silence her mouth. But Herman broke up the dispute. He nodded in agreement with the words of the maid. Now is not the time to attach importance to the sense of ego in the midst of a crisis of major events that occur. Realizing all this must be completed immediately, Herman said that immediately Bondan process.

“What is Bondan's relationship with the replacement chairman in this village? he alone can not be a seroang who acts as a resident pengayom!” said mr. Edi.

Several other people's opinions opposed and agreed to the words. Mbah Fatma walked bowed asking that they calm down and listen to her request. It was as if the breath had been half-broken. He put his hands together in front of his chest and stood in the middle of them. Words of gratitude that he repeatedly said for all the help of the villagers.

“I beg you father and mother to agree that Bondan as a replacement for the Mbah. We can not have other options, consider this as the last request from I” said the Mbah.

His breathing again became more and more stingy, he fell back unconscious. Sandika checked the Mbah's pulse felt it had stopped. In order to grant Fatma's final wish, they were all forced to remove Bondan that day from prison. He did not change even though he had already served his sentence. The mask of evil is covered to welcome happiness at home.

“Bondan, Mbah Fatma has returned to Rahmatullah. Even you become a child has not said an apology to him” said Mr. Edi.

“What? My mother is dead? Hiks” Bondan only brushed off the tiny amount of tears he had shed.

The ungodly child gave thanks in his heart, he had already thought of a way to obtain the inheritance from his adoptive parents. Moreover knowing he will be a replacement for the village leader, Bondan figure raised his chin higher after arriving at the village again.

The mourners who came there many highlighted the eyes of dislike for him as well as Beben and his other friends.

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Full moon on a drizzle of the night, the white misty soot ejected the head and skull bones above the water surface. The stealthy ghosts flew out waiting for the prey inside wrapped in distractions and temptations in any way. The figure of Rambe, the fiercest ghost is impatient to enjoy the pure air or fresh blood of humans.

“All this was started by a man who could not stand his lust. Ahahah, in addition they have dared to enter the border of the territory that should not be touched” said Rambe then flew out his sharp nails.

The scream of a woman in pain for help, she held her big belly while dragging her way out the door. Her husband was out a few minutes ago, when she opened the door to an old woman wearing a kebaya shirt with a snake-like skewer tucked in her bun. He held up the bed and shut the door tightly.

“Bu, let me help. I am a child shaman who was called by Mr. Kam” said the woman grinned.

The sound of blood smashed the young bones of the baby figure that was snatched by the demon ghost of Rambe. He was very content to enjoy the rest of the blood from between the open dry jaws and then fly away through the ceiling of the room. Partik cries bitterly and then closes his eyes with a terrible body condition. Her husband who had just arrived with the village shaman looked limp to see the state of Partik.

The witch doctor screamed and ran for help. The crowd that night became a commotion mixed with the fear of the residents who saw it. Some call it a disaster, a figure of prey that has never been heard and present for many years now reappears.

“How is this? we have to hit the kentungan and check each talisman” said Mr. Kadi.

“We'd better split the task, let me ask other residents to help Mr. Kam take care of his wife's body” said Tedi with a panicked face.

Shaking the women who bathed the corpse of Partik. His stomach did not stop flowing fresh blood even though time had already passed through the middle of the heart. When the thick has entered to close next to the smell of the carnation is very pungent.

Ustadz Musta asked residents to forgive all the mistakes of the Partik during his life and mendo’ may be laid out in his grave. The sprinkling of flowers and water of Al-Kautsar, Pak Kam wept hugging the tombstone of Partik.

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“I am sorry for the disaster suffered by Pak Kam's family. I heard that the baby was fed by the ghostly figure of the foggy Telaga” Beben said as he packed his things.

“Husshh, I'm reluctant to talk about that haunted place. Now the most important thing is that we have to leave the house of the deceased before Bondan expels us”, Arya said.

“We just stay at the house of another citizen. Today is the last day of observation, hopefully we can go straight home” Sandika explained.

Bondan arrogantly just folded his legs and hands waiting for them to come out of the house. No smiles and reprimands flashed as one looked at him. Bondan melengos wait for all students to fulfill their obligations because they have stayed at his home.

“Bondan, we say a thousand thanks for allowing us to carry out our lecture duties and be given a place to stay at the house of Mbah” said Sandika then reached out waiting for his hand in office.

“Yes. But have you not forgotten something?” ask Bondan.

“What do you mean Bon?” Beben.

“Have not pretended not to know. You have to pay for one month here!” the high-pitched pressure reminded Herman of the time he was stabbed by Bonda.

“Bond! You've gone too far!” Herman clenched his hand landing a punch right on his face.