Misty Soil

Obstacle

“How is this? I'm very worried about Gama.”

Beben did not calmly look out the window even though his face was swept away by the wind.

“We should do’a hopefully Gama protected by Allah SWT” said Sandika.

They wait until morning to fall asleep in a sitting position, leaning or bowing the body. A firefly flew into their room. Beben accidentally stepped on it until the morning the animal died attached to the heel of the foot.

“What animal is this?” beben asked, took it and showed it to Arya.

“Yeah! You don't know, it's called a firefly. That's why you don't live in Ben's city. Sometimes become a man cave while you are here” said Arya while laughing.

“Huhhh, you just sana” replied by bending your face.

“Friends, Today I want to go with you.”

Herman already looked neatly prepared with the backpack that was on his shoulders .He had already decided to set up a tent if he did not find it. They went to the forest without being accompanied by Mr. Babat. He was busy taking care of his sick son.

The students left with talismans and salt. Except Sandika who left the object in the corner of the room is different from Sandika who remained in her stance. Without the approval of the Mbah, they went into the forest.

“The bad boys didn't listen to my advice!’ mbah Baron said high-pitched.

“Already sir do not be angry constantly, remember that you have a stash of disease. They are brave young people with a challenge” Fatma smiled.

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From a glimpse of lush tropical forest looks cool and comfortable to be made a tourist attraction. But who would have thought that the forest had a mystery story so that it became a public secret. The comrades stopped glancing at the broken forbidden line, there was a fallen talisman. They also saw in the distance the bush looked broken, tree support branches that are usually covered like new in people.

“Friends, I think the Gama came in here” said Beben.

Arya held back her movements as she headed towards that forbidden line. But he brushed aside forcibly running in without giving a road marker line. His other friends yelled calling, they were forced to catch up with him. Arya gave a sign to put the incision of the letter X knife on each tree trunk.

“Beben wait!” shout Herman.

“Ben! Don't act rashly!” scream Sandika.

“Arghhhh!”

Hearing Beben's screams, Sandika, Herman and Arya ran away as they entered three different branches.

The hunting breath heard a strange sound and the appearance of a figure in red clothes on top of a tree. Arya was frightened, the sound of her screams was heard by Beben. They ran until they collided.

Brugh.

“Satan!” peekkik Aryans.

“Where is the demon?” ask Beben.

“I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure Gama is in this place.”

Beben rubbed his feet, the redness rash on the skin getting redder. When he took off his shoes, he was very surprised to see many dead fireflies inside. He immediately cleaned his shoes, but because he could not stand the itching then he walked barefoot.

“Ouch! why the longer my legs are so itchy!” beben.

“You just complain! Quickly we should immediately find Sandika and Herman.”

They enter the ghostly lair, lurking figures waiting for pure air, fresh blood and meat as a meal. They waited for one of them to be tempted, on the other hand Gumamtong approached Rambe who was busy stalking all their movements.

“Now eat them, I can't wait for” said Rambe.

“Hei a ghost full of wild passions, you should never forget our finite things. Remember Murga's message has a point. They will not brutally turn around attacking will crush us with anger. If we directly finish off the people then we will also woe” Gumamtong said then went flying leaving him.

The twilight came to report the night, flying the still-wet dried leaves from the rest of the forest overnight. In the dark forest, they are still being targeted and seduced by the figure of Rambe.

At night, the light of the ghostly eyes was brighter on staring at him. When going to light a fire, suddenly the burnt out blown by the wind. Up to three puffs, the fire that did not burn was greeted by the sound of laughter echoing very strongly.

“What's that sound Ben?” ask Arya.

“I don't know!”

“Ihihihhh” litchi laughter ghost Rambe revealed its form.

Arya and Beben showed their talismans towards the sky and threw salt. They ran pontang-panting without direction, occasionally falling even Beben until stepped on thorny roots. He forcefully pulled out the thorns on his feet, now his legs hurt, pain mixed with itching. Arya helps him run, the dripping blood is alive by Rambe. In flying flickering his red screen cloth, the face seemed to prey out sharp nail claws.

“Beben, beware!” aryan Jerrit.

They fell into the abyss, pale faces eloquent around the forehead full of wounds. The two were hit by each other, trying to get up and stand up again screaming for help.

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“Sandika! The sandika! Come here lah” Rambe figure bothering him.

The man turned to look at the form of a delicate creature shining sharply. Sandika said Istighfar and read a short surah. The sweep of the wind felt hot at the nape of his neck, he again continued his journey in the scorching light of the little batter in hand.

Flakes of firefly light scattered about his journey. The figure of Murga flying followed a little further away. Sandika sensed that a subtle creature was following, she stopped looking back. It was as if the man had memorized the figure of the firefly-bearer who had always helped him. In the light of the devil's nails along the way. Sandika stopped at one of the tree trunks and sat down to take out her pianika. The strings of beautiful music that Murga had always been waiting for finally sounded back. He began to show his form walking to the left of Sandika without looking at her.

Sandika saw the figure, even though all the feathers goosebumps but she still plays her instrument while paying attention to its form. A long-haired ghost figure, a long dress dragging the ground, a white face that was now stopped on one of the trees was three meters away from her. Sandika slowly pointed at him, a slight sense of creepiness in disregard paying attention to the figure of the ghost face in front.

Murga welcomed her gaze, she spread a smile and then disappeared behind the darkness. The feeling of heat turned out to be in taste with the body temperature of the man who had disrupted his life. Living in two realms that he had never imagined before death took his life sadistically.

“Sandika” the name was called in his mind many times.