My mother's a ghost
The Part 18
My mother's a ghost
The Part 18
“Let's camp there.” Appoint Dandi to the friends who take part in the field behind the school. Twelve 4-B class boys together lifted the bench from the warehouse, then piled it up so they could see the situation behind the school.
“Know where lo?” Sahut Sapta which is right on the right of Dandi, and is at the very end of the row.
“Sixth graders who told me the same story. Two years ago when they were fourth grade, there was also his camp.” Answer Dandi. “Means I brought you here. Tomorrow right we report and, when else can survey the place if not now?” All the eyes of the 4-B grade children were fixed on the vast expanse of grass before their eyes. The blowing wind chanted a hiss from the banana leaves rubbing under them. The banana garden that is not too big is a destroyer between the walls of the school and the field. “Say last year there was no camping event. You guys know why?” Ask Dandi to the others. There was no answer, but the boys waited for Dandi to continue his story.
“Two years ago, there was a child who went missing at night.” Dandi continued in a whispering voice as if he was afraid that someone else would hear.
The other children held their breaths when they heard the follow-up story from Dandi.
The corner of Dandi's left lip lifted when he saw Sena's face stiffened. “Why? Lo scared?” Dandi meledek Sena.
Sena gasped and immediately changed her expression.
“It was just a hoax story made by the upperclassman. Which smart people would believe such a cheap story?” Sena covered her worries.
“Oh so you want to say that I am not smart?” Dandi Gulang.
“Emang when did I say that?” Sena and Dandi argue from the top of the bench which is limited by three friends among them.
“Already! You guys are never bored ya noisily.” Rendra tried to break up the debate between his two friends.
“Gue challenge you when night jurit, dare not lo?” Dandi raised his voice.
“Gue is not interested in anything that has to do with elo.” Reply Sena tried not to be provoked by things that could endanger her as well as friends.
“Cemen lo! Tell me you're scared!” Dandi is not tired of trying to bully Sena.
“If you accept my challenge and you succeed, I promise never bother you again. How?” Dandi again.
Sena glanced at Dandi who was on the right. “What is the challenge lo?”
Dandi smiled triumphantly.
“Later at night, all campers will be divided into several groups. My challenge to the elo, after an hour's drive, you have to get out of the group and go back to camp. Sen-di-ri-an.” Dandi voiced his crazy idea to the others.
“That's free? What trouble? So what's the reason I'm nervous about having to go back to camp alone?” Reply Sena.
“What a cake likes lo. Say a stomachache cake, hungry cake, or kangen nyokap gitu.” Dandi is unceasingly mocked Sena.
Sena looked at Dandi cynically. “Not fair dong if I only accept the challenge. You also have to do the challenge.” Reply Sena for having an idea.
“Lo think I'm scared. Comeing! What is lo challenge?” Dandi was impatient.
“During night jurit, you can not bring any flashlight or light.” Answer Sena casually.
Dandi was silent for a while because he did not expect Sena's challenge to be very simple, but it felt very scary for Dandi. Not wanting to think too long, he took up the challenge.
“OK! We accept each other's challenges. You're all witnesses, who's tougher between me and Sena.”
***
“Ma! What did you mean just now? Mama really gave Agia the Azalea flower?” Andi flocked the Goddess with a question.
The goddess turned her head lazily to the man she had expected so much first. But not anymore. “Aaan anyway? The same father kok straight flower only. Why is it that the flower is Mama Kasi Agia? It can't be eaten with him. What kind of person do you think he is? Ghosts can he see, cook poisonous flowers to eat?” The goddess grunts rewinding the missed part of the Korean drama, as it requires her to talk to Andi.
“Ma, you should not have to give the flowers to anyone. Papa bought the flower to drive the cat out of this house. Kan Mama knows for herself that Papa does not like the smell of cat feces.” Andi looks riled with the behavior of the Goddess who is completely unwilling to understand the circumstances that occur.
“Then Papa wants how? Want to report mom to the police station?” Challenge the Inflamed Goddess.
“Not so Papa.” means Andi then softened so that Dewi was not provoked by his emotions and could be invited to communicate well. “Papa is afraid Agia is sick because of that flower, Ma. Would pity our children and grandchildren if his mother why-why.”
“No way because of that flower, Pa. Who knew flowers were dangerous? At best only Papa aja.” The Goddess was really lazy if she had to argue with Andi.
“Ma, what does Agia sell? Flowers, Ma! It's a flower shop! Cook yes no one knows about the benefits or side effects of flowers?”
The goddess silently digested her husband's words. “Are Agia sick because of the flowers that Mama is packing, Pa?” The goddess realized the mistake she had made.
***
To drive the car slowly because you enjoy the journey to the resort owned by Damar. To have to go through a smooth paved road with piled rice fields on the right and left. The combination of green and yellow from the rice, as well as blue sky is very reassuring. Coconut trees are lined up beside the road, like bringing Bagi into the painting.
To turn off the coolant in his car, he opened the window and let the wind in.
Memories with Agia then stuck in his mind. Before they were married, Bagi and Agia often traveled on motorcycles to explore new places they had never been to. If they found an atmosphere like this, they would pull over and enjoy the scenery before them.
Tears to drip without command. Longing no longer dominates the mind and the recesses of his heart. Now he is oriented by the efforts and ways to cure Agia. To promise to do anything for the sake of Agia's consciousness.
A nameplate made of paras stone engraves a series of alphabetical letters that say Umah Padi Resort.
To slow down the speed of the vehicle, then take a mobile phone to photograph the name sign of the resort owned by Damar.
A security guard approached.
“Good day, Sir. Can I help you?” Greet the officer very kindly. Damar managed to form his workers to give a very good first impression to visitors.
“I have an appointment with Mr. Damar.” Answer For.
“Who if I can know?” Ask the officer again.
“I Share.”
“May I save your ID card while in the resort area?”
“Bby, can. Of course can.” To reach into his bag to get a wallet that holds his identity card.
The security officer then wrote the name Bagi, following the hours of his visit. Then he kept the identity card belonging to Bagi and opened the portal cross.
To give a smile to the officer and drive his car through the safety portal.
