Mystery Mirror

The Bridal Angkot

Arkana goes to the village looking for her father who has been without news for three years. After returning home three years ago, his father did not return. It was only fitting that he and his mother could not come. The reason is far away and costs a lot if the three of them go home. Arkana suspects that his father may have remarried in the village, so forget him and his mother. With suspicion mixed with anger, Arkana set out for the village.

At 4 p.m., Arkana had arrived at the last terminal. Just one more angkot, then Arkana has reached his village.6 hours of land trip makes Arkana hungry and exhausted. He filled his stomach and rested for a while in a corner shop near the terminal.

"Nasi Rames equals Coffee one yes, Mom!"

"Yes, Mas"

Arkana enjoyed the meal while conversing with the shop owner.

"Mom, how many hours are there going to Wonoageng?2?"

"Still far away, Mas. Most Mas nyampek maghrib nyampek there"

"About two hours means yes ma'am, the trip?"

"It was more or less so. Iha but the last angkot to Wonoageng just left you know, Mas"

"O.. yeah? it's gone, Mom?"

"To my knowledge it was the last, Mas. Lha wong not much angkot to Wonoageng"

"If the inn is near here where is it, ma'am?"

"Waduh.no Mas. A small village where there are hotels. I'm at the Musholla terminal. It's quiet, but it's safe!"

Arkana smiled in response to the stall owner's suggestion. His mouth continues to process the food that he keeps.

One hour Arkana spent in the stall enjoying his coffee. His brain kept thinking, where it was after this. Because Arkana does not want to stay at the terminal musholla. It must have been terrible, sleeping alone in a deserted foreign place. Just imagining it makes Arkana so educated. From far away there is a yellow questionnaire parked in the terminal

"Mom, where would that be?" ask Arkana while pointing towards the terminal.

"Where are you, Mas?"

"That's the yellow one"

"The angkot in this terminal are all to Wonoageng. But there's still an angkot clock this way?"

The car was already full of passengers. Fortunately, there is still one place in front of the driver. Usually if the angkot in this village, the front is filled with three people. Arkana was relieved because he finally reached his village without having to stay at the terminal. Without waiting for a long time the angkot immediately departed after Arkana boarded. In front of the twilight sky had already started to turn yellow, it slowly started to darken. Cold snuggled the mountain air passed by angkot. Arkana tightened her jacket and hugged her bag tightly to drive away the cold. He did not think that the air of the village would be this cold, colder than on the mountain he used to climb. Arkana smelled the fragrance of jasmine flowers, he smiled while insisting that the weather was different. But the smell actually makes Arkana's fur goosebumps. Soon the fragrant smell changed with the fishy smell, the longer the rancid, the more concentrated! stinks blood! Arkana closed her nose, holding her breath because the smell was too pungent. He watched the other passengers next to him, seemingly ordinary, as if he felt nothing. Maybe because I slept. Arkana looked back, just as the other passengers were also asleep. Their faces were pale, like there was no blood.

Why are they all sleeping? Did they all just take a long trip, resulting in extreme exhaustion?

Arkana kissed her body, her bag, looking for the source of the smell of carnation that was not lost. He was surprised when he saw the driver who brought the angkot was also asleep. Cold air increasingly enveloped the atmosphere in the angkot. Arkana's hand touched the next passenger's arm. So cold! Suddenly a drop of blood fell from the passenger's nose. Arkana was shocked, about to scream! But he held back by smothering his own mouth. Then something very cold sailed on the nape of Arkana. He did not dare to look, his eyes were tightly closed, his hands were touching the door handle. The door handle was drawn, but it wasn't open. The more he tried to pull the door, the stronger the grip on his neck. Arkana could not breathe, her screams choked by something that was increasingly twisting her neck.

***

"Argh..." Arkana woke up and felt her whole body ache. He woke up on a bed made of bamboo.

"Thank God you're sober, Le" a grandmother in a purple kebaya dress appeared from behind the door carrying white water for Arkana.

"Whose grandmother? where is this, Grandma?" Arkana is not fully conscious. He looked around, the walls of this house were made of bamboo. Why are there still model houses like this in the millennial era? thought.

"Yesterday people found you on the brink. You fainted there, luckily not to fall. Where'd you come from?"

"I'm going to Wonoageng, Grandma. I took the bus from the terminal. Continues suddenly....."

"You must have ridden the bridal angkot"

"Wedding's number?"

"Yesterday there was an angkot accompanied by a bride who fell in the ravine, where you found the residents. All the passengers were not safe and until now, their bodies are still in the gorge" Grandma said, lighting the oil lamp.

Arkana is listening to Grandma's story. Shown by the events as he was in the angkot, which turned out all are not human!

"Sir, how do you still use oil lamps?"

"It's dark, it's time to turn on the lights!"

"I mean, is there no electricity?"

"Electricity entered the village in 1985. And that year, I was dead!" granny replied with a smile looking towards Arkana.

Arkana gasped, her face pale instantly as the Grandmother drew closer to her. Gradually he began to realize that this was not his world!