Mystery of Coastal Village

Chapter 59. Resistance

"There is no movement of self and be calm so that they do not see our position," suggested Mr. Hasan answered a nod by everyone.

However, it seems that their position was discovered because after Mr. Hasan warned everyone there was a long hand that stuck to the neck of Mr. Hasan and strangled him.

"Aaaargh." Mr. Hasan's voice choked so that it could not even just to complain of pain. Mr. Hasan's eyeballs seemed to almost jump withstanding the pain.

Everyone immediately grabbed that long hand and pulled it together.

Aldi turned to look for the origin of the hand it turns out the hand came from the hand of an old man with all-white clothes in the form of a robe that is long and wide even covers all his legs.

"These hands are the man's hands" Aldi told Mr. Amir as he tried to remove the wrinkled hands with his black, sharp nails.

Apparently in addition to clothes and hair that is all white turns out the skin and nails are black.

"Why is the grip so strong." Typhoon to fall backward when pulling the hand. Salah is not toppled, but the body of the Typhoon is like flying and hovering in the air.

"Akh, my head is dizzy!" shouted the Typhoon whose body was still circling in the air.

"Sir seems to be a demon," aldi said to Mr. Amir with a hand that was still trying to release the old man's hand from the neck of Mr. Hasan while his eyes looked towards the Typhoon that was swirling in the air.

"Sir Aldi let us read the prayer together" suggested Mr. Amir then whispered in Aldi's ear.

"Son Aldi is memorized, right?" ask him later to be sure.

Aldi nodded, they both let go of his hand grip for a while in the hand that strangled Mr. Hasan and turned to raise their hands to the sky to ask God for help.

"Hold Mr. Hasan, we will both try to help you" said Mr. Amir.

While the body of the Typhoon that was like being twisted in the air is now pulled with the other hand by the old man and released in front of Pak Bakri and Pak Langsa, he said, the owner's name was petis.

Bugs.

The body of the Typhoon hit the ground because it was released in a state that is still high.

"Aw, sick." The typhoon rubbed its temples that felt wet.

"Blood?" He was stunned that his forehead was bleeding.

"Take the blood and pour it on the glass!" the man's orders to Pak Bakri and Pak Langsa.

"What?" Typhoon looks shocked when Pak Langsa took a machete and walked towards him.

"What are you doing in this place?" ask him pleasantries.

"I ... I ... not me..la .... ku .. kan ... kapa .. pun," replied the Typhoon in a stammering voice. He trembled to see Mr. Langsa carrying a machete. What if suddenly the man stabbed himself.

"You're lying to spy on us, aren't you?" ask Pak Bakri to come closer and interrogate the Cyclone.

"No I just happened to be looking for a conch in this area." The storm tried to speak as usual. Eliminate his nervousness and fear so as not to be more frightened by them.

"Keong? Unreasonable reason" denied Mr. Langsa.

"Bakri knows who I am? What is the point of me spying on Pak Bakri after all the house of Pak Bakri has become my favorite place. Me and Lisa went in and out there. Has Pak Bakri ever seen us do anything there because it has been given freedom? Isn't it Mr Bakri? Then what's the point of me spying on you guys?" Typhoon tries to seduce so that with kindness and trust Pak Bakri himself can be free.

"Never listen to anyone! Get the blood, I'm thirsty!" the old man who was still talking while sitting down.

Mr. Langsa opened his machete cover and then wanted to stab it in the stomach of the Typhoon.

"Let's!" Before the machete touched his stomach first the Typhoon shouted to fade the concentration of Pak Langsa who was about to stab him.

Pak Bakri also looked shocked, when the Typhoon immediately kicked the stomach of the two alternately until both of them fell backward.

"You!" Mr. Bakri was furious and instantly unsheathed the sword he had carried beside his body from earlier.

Typhoon shocked to see Pak Bakri has a sword. He now had to fight two people who had special weapons whereas he was only empty-handed.

"I have to be careful," Inner Typhoon.

Pak Bakri and Pak Langsa attacked the Typhoon simultaneously with their respective weapons. However, Typhoon who is good at martial arts can ward off any attacks from the two criminals.

Creetical

Typhoon's shoulder was scratched by a machete belonging to Mr. Langsa.

"Narr." Typhoon screaming in pain makes the concentration of Aldi who prayed faded already.

"Surgery!" Aldi shouted hysterically and immediately ran closer to the Typhoon. He immediately caught the body of his best friend who almost collapsed.

With a swift Aldi directly carrying the body of the Typhoon and placed next to Mr. Amir who is still focused on praying.

Pak Bakri and Pak Langsa are after him. Aldi is confused as to what to do. Whether he will help Mr. Amir again pray to conquer the power of the old demon man or will face Mr. Langsa and Pak Bakri who are still hunting the body of the Typhoon.

"Where are Tata and the Princess?" Aldi Gumam. In such a precarious situation, women like them are needed. at least Aldi will ask for a word and Princess to keep polite and also Mr. Amir and Pak Hasan while himself against Pak Langsa and Pak Bakri.

"What do you want? Little ones can you fight us? Carrying my own body I'm sure you won't be able to let alone attack us both? Hahaha," said Mr. Langsa laughing at Aldi who indeed looks thinner body at this time. How not to be thin since entering the village of Kenanga itself is always faced with problems beyond reason. Aldi who was originally a coward of course it became a burden of mind for him. Maybe if only his body weighed his weight would be reduced by more than 5 kg.

Aldi did not listen to the taunts of Mr. Langsa, he still went forward and attacked the two men blindly because Aldi did not master martial arts though.

Aldi seemed confused as the two attacked suddenly with their weapons while his own hands were empty. In his heart, Aldi regretted not carrying any weapons even though before they left, Mr. Amir had warned to prepare everything. Apparently sharp weapons escaped everyone's thinking because they thought their reconnaissance would run smoothly without the enemy knowing.

However, he should not despair, not even root rattan so. Aldi lowered his head and grasped the ground with both hands then threw the ground into the faces of the two who were attacking him at this moment.

"Arrgh peri." Aldi's prediction was right that the powder hit their eyes so that the weapon in the hands of Pak Bakrie fell to the ground and Aldi immediately grabbed it.

On the other hand, the old man began to look on as Mr. Amir increasingly incessantly read prayers. The hand that was suffocating Mr. Hasan began to tremble and it seemed like it would soon be released.

After obtaining the sword, Aldi started fighting them blindly again. Pak Langsa who still holds his machete chose to fight Aldi alone while Pak Bakrie still rubbed his two sore eyes.

"You won't be able to defeat me, you snot boy!" snapped Pak Langsa and directly attacked Aldi's body with his machete.

Seriate.