Misty Soil

Tracing the mystery trail

He was still quietly observing the human figure that made him curious. Murga never imagined if he could actually face-to-face with humans who made himself want to do good. He plans to one day take her flying to a beautiful ceiling filled with firefly light. Under the shining moon in the place he always goes in solitude.

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Gama picked up a used jar that was in the kitchen then ran towards the outside. The figure of Murga blew the wind so that the flapping of the devil's nail wings did not get into the jar. Gama still tried to catch the fireflies although sometimes until many times fell. He wanted to give it to Siti. But it seemed like the light that looked beautiful to him was not realized was the light coming from the demonic rays that lived between darkness and death.

“San! Help me catch these fireflies. I want to give it to Siti after returning home later” said Gama.

“Can you keep it until we get home? In the jar there is not the slightest bit of air entering” said Sandika.

“Alright then I will hole and catch these fireflies as we approach the day we will go home.”

Having been unable to endure the drowsiness, Gama left her alone outside. All night Sandika played pianika with Murga who was a little away from her. Sandika felt a figure that loved her, she saw the appearance of a white dress that flew above the tree.

“Sandika” echo the voice of the woman calling her name.

He followed the direction the figure went, armed with a bat in his hand the man entered the forest until his steps stopped at a Lake. A white mist was always on top of it. Faintly his gaze saw the figure of a long-haired white shirt staring at him from the edge of the nearby left Lake on the stand. She walked to the side of the large rocks, Sandika followed behind then looked at her beautiful yet pale face.

“Oy! The sandika! Why are you having these nights in the lake alone? Let's go home!” shout Beben.

“San, you are no longer possessed right?” ask Arya.

Sandika just turned her head towards them and replied with a wave of her hand. But the moment he turned his body, the figure of the woman he had met earlier disappeared. Beben and Arya pulled him back home. Sandika still turned her head to confirm the figure of the woman. Arriving at home, they gathered in the room to talk about the story of the monk that Beben heard about the mystical things in the village.

A few hours earlier

The elephant mosquito managed to bite Beben, he patted his own face and then woke up to the kitchen. As a result of not being able to sleep because the mosquito bite feels very itchy, he decided to brew a cup of hot coffee. It appears that Mbah Baron entered the kitchen and saw it with half-sleepy eyes.

“Mbah want me to make coffee?” ask Beben.

“Ya just make the half cup cup enough one tablespoon of sugar” said the Mbah sitting nearby.

“Mbah, tomorrow we have started to run college assignments. Our first destination is Telaga and research the history of this village” said Beben.

“To be clear we strictly prohibit the entrants or other students to come and linger here. Many mystical things with all restrictions that not everyone can keep. But because you have forced, especially the incident that happened to Herman then the Mbah can not prohibit anymore” said the Mbah.

“What mystical thing does mbah mean?” beben asked as he poured hot water inside the cup.

“Ghosts in foggy Lake and various sightings in the forest.”

Suddenly Beben was surprised, unconsciously hot water poured his fingers until he screamed in pain. The Mbah glared at Beben and then pulled his hand into a container filled with cold water.

“careless once you” said the Mbah.

“Ya Mbah, Thank you very much.”

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“That's how I heard from the Mbah, seeing Sandika was not in the room then I immediately woke up the Arya to accompany me looking for you” said Beben.

“Why did you go to Telaga in the middle of the night like this?” ask Arya.

“I'm just looking for the wind. Already let's rest, tomorrow we will start a new activity” invited Sandika.

A cloudy morning, the cold air welcomed the morning shrouded in supernatural aura in the village. The sound of a woman's scream makes the residents crowded near the house of the Mbah. Ika cried calling out the name of Gemi who disappeared in the forest.

“Please! Help us find Gemi! Hiks, hiks” said Ika hoarse voice raucous crying piteous.

Darma her husband is still in the woods looking for her. Sandika and her other friends noticed then Beben approached with a serious look.

“Bu, we will help find the mother's child. How's the feature?” ask Beben.

“My boy is eight. The last time he played with his friends was wearing a green shirt. Please find Gemi. Hiks” says Ika.

“Quiet, the residents I sent to get there. You immigrant students have not memorized the forest area and this area. Wait for Mr. Babat to come as a road guide” said Mbah Baron.

The complicated situation made the residents' anxiety about the dark story about the foggy lake. Many say that Gemi has been hidden by a ghost of a curious spirit. While waiting for Babat sir, they say goodbye to Herman who is still limp on the bed. Looks like his condition is getting a little better. Mbah Fatma really took care of him with a sincere heart, this morning herman has been served warm porridge and warm herbal drink from him.

“Thank you very much for all the kindness of the Mbah to us” said Sandika.

“True Mbah, can we be the grandson of the Mbah?” said Beben glanced at him while glancing at him.

“Yes please, as long as you do not regret having an uncle like Bondan” said the Mbah.

Hearing the words of the monk, Sandika, Arya and Gama laughed out loud. They imagine that Beben and Bondan become one family that clawed at each other or fought every time.

“Ben, are you ready to call the man uncle? Ahahah”, Arya said.

Beben only frowned then turned his eyes to look at Herman. A few minutes later, Mr. Babat came and took them away. Books and pens are ready in their hands, they say goodbye to the Mbah and then follow Mr. Babat while paying attention to the activities of the villagers.

“How's her son Ika's mother? I feel sorry for him” said Arya.

“We can look for it later when we get to the forest, the most important thing is not to be separated from the horde” said Sandika.

“Don't forget to order the mbah so we go home before dusk” continued Beben.