Mystical Story

Lost in Alam Ghaib Kuningan-Cirebon Village

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My name Should I be telling my mystical story in the year 2020 when it disappeared to Alam Ghaib Village. So the story of Mas Haris was heading to Kuningan to Cirebon and experienced a very unexpected event.

When exactly in the year 2020. the time of the pandemic boom. Haris position was in Kuningan area at that time, there happened to be a family event there.

It just so happens that he is also getting together with his family.

For the profession of mas Haris itself as a technician of 2 wheeled vehicles.

Well incidentally at that time many colleagues and their families were gathered at that time at exactly 11 pm. that time his wife mas Haris told him that there was an incoming call from Mas Haris' cellphone.

"Well.this is a phone, will you pick it up?"

"From who?"

"I don't know this is a new number"

So quickly Mas Haris picked up the phone.

After he picked up the phone. It turns out from his friend and loyal customer named Deri.

He told me he needed his services at the time.

"Kang Haris's.. Can I follow no, the position of kang Haris again where?"

"I'm in Kuningan, what's wrong?"

"This is kang, I have trouble there is a problem in Cirebon, I ran out of accidents and the bike also needs to be repaired"

"Then how are you doing now"

"Alhamdulillah, if I'm okay to get out of the hospital, now if you can go directly to the house just take the unit, please kang, if you can yes as soon as kang"

"Well, wait for me to leave now"

Because Deri is my loyal subscription, and I do not want to lose customers also said Haris, then I immediately ready the tools, I immediately rushed away. It was about 11:30 pm I left immediately.

I forgot that it was the night of Juma'at Kliwon, before midnight that I left on a motorcycle, from Kuningan to the border. Brass-Cirebon is safe - there is no problem.

At first I brought a normal motorcycle, I just buzz-gebernya normal-normal motorcycle.

It's right on the border of Cirebon city. Suddenly the motorcycle died.

(Aduhh.. motor died, I utak - utik moto bike still do not want to live.)

then the shaking hp again indicates that there is an incoming call.

"Where to kang"

"At this moment, I also have a problem, suddenly my motorcycle crashed, so I cleared up the problem here for a while" while I hung up.

...Friday Night Kliwon...

Then I continued to tinker with my motorbike which could not live.

It didn't take me very long to finally get my bike back on and I went on.

At that time I did not see the clock but the range until here the rules from Kuningan to Cirebon it was not long at most between the range in the trip was about 30 minutes-1 hour was more or less.

This is how the clock Cirebon City is usually still crowded, there are still many vehicles passing by.

This is really quiet even. I went the wrong way.

I finally stepped aside to stop, and opened the GPS to open the maps.

(Kok nambah long, nambah not good feeling, nambah not good this way.Mas Haris mind.

Haris got a bad feeling, ignoring his fear and premonition at that time, finally Haris continued the journey on a motorcycle while occasionally he glanced at the maps he opened earlier.

Maps it. It should have been straight for me to get into the Cirebon line, but the map was directed into the left lane, he said, actually, I was not spontaneous there back to the side of the road to double check the path directed by the maps. I checked back carefully. It turns out that the map is directing to the left lane.

Finally he followed the map's instructions. But in the distance was also seen and he was stunned for a moment because he noticed the maps, because the path he passed later looked like a distance also from the settlement residents, because the path he passed later also looks like a distance from the settlement, and if he only thought of that curious thing, it was just a waste of time.

"Ahh, it's because it's already malem is also the way. Go to the left lane" he thought.

When you get to the left lane. Enter there is a small road, add a small path yes. instead of going to the big road.ok I passed this is a path like this.

Instantly there only Haris began to feel the feathers goosebumps.before his motorcycle was dead again, when he saw the GPS really not motion yes. Suddenly the signal disappeared.

"This is how it is, I have to be on time to go there but how rich gini yes ordeal" he thought now astonished.

When he remembered what had happened. Why is this night such an unlucky day this time his mind.

Oh!, it turns out that this Friday night Kliwon tuh there must be a trial.

Then he confirmed the return of his motorcycle, occasionally he looked to the left and right hoping there were houses, it turns out there were no residential residents around there.

The atmosphere at that time was very dark, he monitored the motor was modal only with the lighting of his cellphone lamp. Motorcycle again. Finally nyala.

When the bike is back on fire he continues his journey. Then Haris looked at his watch which was still at 12.15 pm and then on the road Haris felt hungry.

This is my feeling really hungry yes, I have not eaten, either maybe it is my suggestion or indeed my wrong view in the middle of the shop there is a stall. My mind was tired of eating first, stopped and went into the shop.

When I entered the stall there was no one inside, but in the food storefront there was still a lot and complete in my opinion. Lots of food, I called the shop owner.

Mother, Embak punten ...

Before long it comes out mothers, yes mas want what percent, want to eat what?

Immediately I percent tuh because I was hungry again Bu percent Telor omelette, orek-orek tempe, vegetable lalap, and sambel.

With a swift mother it serves and finally the food I have received, then there I am cool to eat no longer care about around that time.

Slowly flashed began to reawaken instantly suddenly kok kok gini stalls very yes, quiet, silent, no sound. I also looked dark to the left and right there was no one in the shop.

I could think there.

"It's a stall or not" suddenly made me stop eating.

There I even thought about my motorbike parked outside the stall, I spontaneously left food on the table and went out to make sure that the motorbike was still there or not, because the atmosphere feels lonely so it crossed his fear suddenly my motorbike there is taking.

After the motorbike check was still parked like the original place.then I turned my body towards the inside of the stall, I was surprised how suddenly there were fathers, fathers with black peci black clothes, I was surprised, his clothes were almost black like people had run out to the mosque. Then I went back to my food at the table and enjoyed the meal. Soon the fathers slapped my shoulders and told me.

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