Rahyang Kirana's

7. Want Students Or Students, Stay.. LUNATIC!

Jakarta Academy of Secretary & Managerial. Year One.

Ngga ‘ngekost, loving home complete furniture by papa. Home office rations that are not occupied because mama prefers in Bogor. More adem he said. Whatever.

“Get yourself well Hyang ya.. Do not do things that you will regret later on, let women, but you must be successful and established.” Papa's message repeated.

“Ya papa. besides Hyang does not plan a strange strange kok. want to quickly finish college and work” replied me sweet.

“Ya darling.. I believe you” reply papa while peeping my forehead.

Papa mama that afternoon moved from my new home. They went back to Bogor and I live here alone. The house is small, there are only two rooms and one front yard is quite spacious. Perfect for me to spend twilight or star gazing. The sky is clear.

It was late and I was about to tidy up clothes from the suitcase to the closet. I choose the room in the pavilion, at the front and close to the terrace if the night wants a beautiful coffee in the open. And yes, as always, the residents did not

the eyes began to arrive, there was someone approaching directly there who just looked from a distance. Some of the old residents and some of the possible immigrants because they feel the same fate (haha.) are allowed to stay there. One who seemed to be middle-aged when he died approached, I glanced at him

and said, “Mother, would you help Hyang improve? You can really Mom if you want.”_ while smiling. The middle-aged ghost did not reply. Even shuffled away. Haha.. does it feel like it's upside down? I'm the one that ghosts fear. Hahaa.. .

Finished, I was hungry and thirsty. I went to the kitchen and saw the fridge. There's campground chicken, meatballs, syrup, cheese, seasonings so.. ahahahh, mama's too excited!? I mean.. come on. ‘wapain I cook??

Who wants to eat? Me? I'm not a fan of rice. Also only if it really pulls my eyes I just ate. The rest, I'll be full with just a snack. Busy my mind with want to eat what, only realized then if the refrigerator no longer cold... a little hot even?! Aiiihh. tucked between.

chicken and meatballs and food jubelan..one big, black, slightly charred head instead (O Allah!?) grinning pretty spooky with red eyes. Bummer. A tad. The rest was so lost in my shock, I even became nauseous!?.

Iiiiiihhh.. That's my food looohh!! Bacterial germs alone are removed for the sake of health and cleanliness, this is even the head of the devil again!?. DAMNIT!!.

“You what are you?!_ I said, up half an octave from the usual intonation. “Do not bother so!! I'm not scared!! And please. don't be thereuuu!! My food's!! So the devil has an adab dong!! Know the rules!?”, I said again repet like grandma grandma less picnic. Hahaa. sorry ‘Nek.

The demon closed his grin and disappeared from the refrigerator to cause the lights in the refrigerator to blink. ‘Kan.. ‘more work!? So it's my refrigerator error! Damn demon!!. Well. more unlucky because now he's right in the middle of my dining table. What the hell do you want?!.

“There can I help you with?” ask me while sitting in one of the chairs and lifting the butt-head and put it on the tray, make it more “decent” (dohh.!?) the stump head did not budge, only his red eyes grew bigger. “Don't bully that..talk, can talk no? It's hard if not

can.. how can I understand you mean, while you just have no hands!? How do you use sign language??! while saying this, my head was filled with many thoughts, 1. How to communicate, 2. Hyang.. ‘emang lo has been crazy max..demon is actually spoken to!?, 3. Pity... other people having romantic dinner with a girlfriend or beloved, lo? Same demon!?_ Hahahahaaa. (ironic comedy, again). 

“Serious can't talk? Well.. how about blinking twice for an answer no, once for yes, ok?”_ I’m in a definite condition of mental madness, sigh!!.

  “Oitt.. holaa.. “_ I said again while waving my hand at the butt-head, he still did not budge. Well... Look at the model, what should I do? Think hard.. . uh! He blinked once.. ahahahaa.. alhamdulillah, can be spoken also turned out ‘nih satan!? (you dear reader friends of mine.if you can't stand my madness, wave your hands, will you? Hehe.).

“You want to ask for help?” tanyaku later. The dumb-head blinked twice. No.. Then what?.

“You have a name?”_ he blinked twice more.

“You, murder victim?”_ again the answer is a blink twice. Don't don't have his eyes broken guys... no? How do you blink twice?? Aihh.. failed to understand!?. When my brain thinks hard about what it means

butt heads, my eyes suddenly darkened. The view of the dining table and kitchen is completely lost, changing the view of opaque, sandy and smelling moist. Yes.. it looks like I've “moved alam” to.. what is this? It looks like it's in a cave. Yes, this cave. Frosty, sandy and moist.the distinctive smell of places untouched by the sun,

smell of mold or mildew. The question is, where is this cave? A moment. I checked deeper.

Aaahh.. got it! It's a cave under a mountain in East Java. The cave is said to be famous for its pesugih. I see. ok, let see let alone who was about to be delivered by the butt head of this. There's a speck of fire

at the end there.. uh fire or what is it?. Wait. Woooww. many creatures are right (oh.. Astagfirullah, sorry) severe bangeeeeettt formaaa Tuhaaann!! Astagfirullahaladzhiiiimm. . and the closer to the fire, the more foul the smell. Innalillahi. Sakes

mortal glory, they might go through something like this. Honestly, I would if it wasn't because I was used to seeing strange creatures like this, I would have fainted by just looking at it. The more curious I went deeper. Seen some people in ascetic positions. Then, the butt-head! He was there, still stumped and looked like he was about to be thrown into the coals. Near the feet of the head holder, appears a body figure, blackened but not hairy or as terrible as the head piece. I heard sayup sentences that seemed to spell. Because prayer doesn't sound so strange. Zapp! My eyes returned to see the real world, my dining table and kitchen and the stump-headed man whose eyes now shone a sad light. It was still red, but his expression was other.

other feelings around. There's none. Just my feelings and a little bit of regret. Ok. This is definitely got the butt-head.

“You.. the victim of?” my question then, he blinked twice. Not mean.

“You.. sugih?” I asked again and he blinked once then a loud shrill scream flapped my ears.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..!!!”_The stump head screamed. Maybe she wanted to cry, but that's what came out.

Ears hurt. “DON'T SCREAM!! MY EARS ARE SICK AND FREE!! IT DOESN'T ANSWER ANYTHING!!”_ My reply is no less hard.

“Quiet... I will try to solve this problem, the vision of you was only half and I can't interpret it if you keep blinking!? You should try to communicate other than

with blink!? Let me think, ” I said again, the stump-head closed his eyes and strangely (haha...yeah, whatever!?) my head is overshadowed by the Ouija board. AHHH!! There you go, Ouija board. There are many letters and the butt-head is a ghost, he can certainly move his pointer to become one word even a sentence. Like jelangkung. Hehe.. ok!.

I got out of my seat and tried to figure out where I put that stupid board. Ahh.. fuck!! I left it in my old room. Besides, where do you think it would take me to bring something like that here? Here ‘kan I want

college, want to study, do not want to be a shaman!?.

“Hey stupid ghost! Can we just keep going on this tomorrow? Now I'm tired..I have to sleep fast and tomorrow I have to go to college (may she know what campus is!?inner me) huh? It's okay ‘kan? You don't

follow, find your own bed there!?” Lord. please help. Aamiin.. . The stump-head blinked once, a sign of yes. Alhamdulillahot.

Let's take a break. And I totally FORGOT about my hunger. By GOD!!. Don't forget I closed the dining table with a serving hood. BAHH!!. Hopefully no guests. The hungry. And ask for food.

I went to bed. Praying and hoping for a new life as a student is not a hassle. I miss Azria. Where and what is he doing now, God?.  My head floated around a lot of nature for a while, then I fell asleep.

The alarm hasn't sounded yet but I'm awake. Wh why? there was a pretty noisy rolling sound. Gluduk. gluduk. Oh, my God. The butt-head!?. She.. join?? ‘Ngapain anyway diaaaaaa??!!_ Ouh O Allah.. .

“You ‘ngapain anyway? Glandang glinding that.. period do not know that your head is not daaging anymore!? But it's been a hard rock! So if the cascade is like.. It sounds like a stone of water laughing!? UHHH!!_ me

grumbling in the morning blind like people less festive life!?. The butted head stopped rolling and then rolled again. Gluduk gluduk.. AAAAAAAARGHH!!.

“STOP IT!!” jump me out of bed and grab the butt-head. “What are you looking for?” I said again while placing it in utensils near my bed. He's unmoved. His eyes lit up again and looked at me deeply. Ok. here we go again guys. another “travelling”.

This time he took me somewhere with cooler air over “friendly”. Not the stuffy moisture of the first place yesterday. It's still just as dark. Only a faint faint can be seen, even that is only a few steps away

fore. And this time the butcher's head was beside me. I'd better take her, pity that. A few steps into the room, I saw an old father but not too old. He sat in a cross-legged position and his mouth was busy chanting something. I turned to the butt-head, I want to ask who the father is and where are we, ‘ngapain?.

Like the most sophisticated wireless connection provider, before long the question without a sound was thrown, the answer is clearly described before my eyes.

There was a line of people, men and women. Then a picture of a few who were dressed luxuriously was also a golden gem. Then some more consist of people of various genders and ages who appear to be in pain. Some bodies

with eyes open. Some of his face and all over his body were charred (it also smelled!! Damn it!) some more like the stump-head. The old man, was still casting incantations but this time there were some scenes where he received something. I don't know.

Some are in the form of envelopes, some are like shipping. Only the shipment does not contain pastries or snacks or goodies (hahah.. glekk!!) formless. Smooth soul. One thing I managed to recognize thanks to its resemblance to a child lying dead with open eyes earlier. Astagfirullahaladzhim apos.

That's showtime. It's a boarding place, obviously. Pesugihan whose tumbualnya not playing.

The humans.