My mother's a ghost
The Part 29
My mother's a ghost
The Part 29
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Ragil parked his bike in front of the school gate. Not to forget he hooked the bike lock well between the bicycle tire and the school gate. “Basic Riki coward. Only this way you have to be afraid. What to fear?” Ragil cursed his friend with his mouth muttering softly. Very upset if you have to fight alone against curiosity but at the same time fear.
“Lo fine here yes, Bicycle. Later if anyone wants to take it, you scream. Let me spit here, ok?” Ragil said to his bike.
Ragil then looked at the building behind the enormous gate. The school was in the dark, although there were some lights left to live as lights. I hesitated to continue the journey that night.
Ragil glanced around. Slender. There's no one. “Not a Pak Satpam, huh? How is it tonight even?” Ask Ragil about himself.
Ragil walked around to the right of the school, opposite the direction to the path that takes anyone through it will reach the rice fields and also the field.
There is a large frangipani tree outside the school walls. Ragil climbed on top of a frangipani tree to reach the top of the wall and jump.
Once successfully seated at the top of the wall, Ragil regrets his decision to come to school.
“Ngapain try me here. If I jump down, will my leg break?” Ask Ragil to himself.
Ragil chanted a prayer so that all his affairs went smoothly tonight.
Ragil pushed his body and landed perfectly resting on both feet.
Ragil heaved a sigh of relief. “Not so messy, deh. Turns out the first step went smoothly.” Say again.
Next Ragil focuses on moving towards the back of the school. The high wall that became the school barrier will be achieved now.
Ragil picked up the bench that was in front of the school warehouse. He then made sure if the bench is safe to ride. Although the bench is no longer perfect, but its strength is still solid. Ragil steadied himself to go up on the bench so he could look towards the back field of the school. The first thing Ragil saw was a banana garden in complete darkness. Then a large and spacious field that had erected dozens of tents on it.
Ragil glanced at his watch, “it's nine. The camp is deserted. They must have entered the tent.” Ragil said in his heart.
Without waiting any longer, Ragil grabbed his backpack and took out a small Action Camera with a square shape. He made sure the camera was working properly. Sigap Ragil put the camera on his head that has been wrapped by a skull cap to avoid cold air attacks. Then Ragil grabbed a small flashlight, the rope on the end of the flashlight inserted into the wrist so that the important object did not fall, what else disappeared.
In a matter of seconds, Ragil climbed the wall to the top. The back wall of the school is not as high as the side as before. This makes it easier for Ragil to jump down. In one move, he managed to land perfectly with the thudding sound of his shoes.
Ragil looked around, the banana garden felt so creepy tonight. The buzzing wind moved the banana leaves rubbing against each other. The voices of the unknown definitely made him think a non-no. Instantly Ragil trembled withstanding fear.
He turned on the lighting lamp that would be his best friend for the next few hours.
Ragil then walked straight ahead to the toilet in the field.
The atmosphere is increasingly tense because the lighting from the toilet lamp is increasingly disappearing. Ragil's mind was fixed on the short film he had seen some time ago. The film tells the story of black magic that is able to transform itself into a banana tree trunk, then hide among other native trees. The physical changes were made so that people did not know if the person concerned was a witch, so she camouflaged herself into something. Most often the adherents of black magic that transforms themselves into a banana tree trunk. Ragil shuddered in horror if at this moment one of these thousand banana trees spoke to him.
Ragil refocused his vision on the original plan. He stopped for a while and looked for the right place to record all the activities on the field to be easily reached by the camera catch.
“Oh! It was the same Dusk Mr. Thunder!” Ragil said in his heart. Ragil continued to observe. Moments later Ragil saw movement from Pak Hartanto to the toilet, “Waduh! There's Mr Har!” Ragil said in his heart. Ragil hurriedly hid his body from being seen. A second later, Ragil searched for the whereabouts of Pak Hartanto. “Weleh, where is Mr Har? How missing?” Ragil whispered.
Suddenly someone patted his shoulder which caused Ragil to jerk out of breath.
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I was troubled to think of her children who were learning to grow up to be independent.
My worries became excessive because Agia's participation in this moment did not exist. Plus I accidentally heard Ragil, a neighbor in front of the house who was talking to someone through his mobile phone. Why is Ragil so worried about the camp? I regret it because I did not ask Ragil directly. It's ten o'clock in the evening, is it true that Ragil is going to the campsite? Should I catch up with him?
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To watch Ragil's house from behind the gate of his house. He considered, is it still appropriate to visit the neighbor's house at this hour?
To open the gate and walk slowly across. There was still the sound of television from inside Ragil's house. To decide to call his host.
“Excuse me, good night.”.
Not how long Mr. Ragil's face appeared from behind the curtains that were scattered. Next, the sound of the lock rotation twice and followed by the opening of the door of the house Ragil.
“Pak Dusk. Tumben, Sir. Is there a problem?” Mr. Ragil hurriedly walked towards the gate.
“Sorry Mr. Ragil, I must be very disturbing this,”
“What's up, Sir?” Ask Mr. Ragil nervously.
“I want to meet with Ragil, can?”
Mr. Ragil's eyebrows are uplifted. “Ragil? He's staying at his friend's house, sir. What's up if I could know. Is there a problem with Ragil?” Ask Mr. Ragil getting anxious.
“Oh ain't nothing, sir. I just want to ask for the phone number of one of the teachers at his school Dusk and Sena. Who knows Ragil's got. They're camped now, sir. Want ngecheck only, sih.”
Mr. Ragil's face calmed down. “I think what's up. He was seven o'clock, sir. Or I'll just call him, sir. Wait for me to take HP first. I'm not as sorry as Ragil.”
“Sorry if it's a hassle, sir. Till I get here night-night.”
“Nothing, Sir. The neighbors are like brothers. The first person who will always help when we are in trouble.”
