Red House
plan to Jogja.
"How sir? Come while drinking coffee we sit under the tree there" said Dario while pointing to the front yard of the house.
Pak Narto took a deep breath before starting his story.
"First came 2 nights ago, I just wanted to sleep. Sampe kind of jumped so surprised. It's been a while since he disappeared, hasn't it? She's saying..Sir where is Dario? I said you are going home to his grandfather in Malang.why not just contact?"
"Lho yes the same, I have also not been getting any news from him for a long time" said Dario while whistling hot coffee.
"Say he can't contact, somehow the pokonya can't contact.he says gini.that the devil came down again even now adopts a woman to be his new leader and he is here"
"Where do you mean?"
"I keep asking him, where is it? He said he said yes in the city of Malang.lha, ko happens to be we are in Malang, he said this woman is much more dangerous than before even she is like his queen on earth!"
"That jerk! I just took a vacation!"
"Lha.I'm the same..Nuri said that now different from the old one, this is really mated in their subtle, he is terrible!"
"Is there a characteristic? How do we know where this guy is?"
"Said Nuri, Dario himself will meet him when the time comes"
"Hmm that? weird yeah.."
"Snick and horrible. Well in the second whisper Nuri said that the sampeyan must be very careful, he also said I was careful because this time is the time of their revenge. They're vengeful because in yesterday's battle we thwarted"
"Sir Narto..guru sampeyan where is it? it means where is the position?"
"He was in Jogja, as a regular ustad guiding Junior High School students to learn to teach, why?"
"I need to see him for a clue"
"That's a great move! What if there is a chance tomorrow we go there? keJogja to his place"
"Byeah, we'll take the train there tomorrow"
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From noon, afternoon until late at night they continued to discuss about the demon demon and its queen, which according to Nuri came from ordinary humans.
Towards dawn, Mr. Narto permit sleep rest, Dario himself still can not close his eyes and sleep, his thoughts were on the demonic figure who was about to attack him but even more strangely why couldn't Nuri contact him?
At 7 am that morning Mr. Narto woke up he had met his grandfather Dario who was going to go to the market.
"Bah, I and Mr. Dario will go to Jogja want to go to my teacher njai.pamit nggeh"
"Oh ngeten nggih, yes please let There are positive activities also for Dario. It's just, I need to take something from him"
"Take what Mbah?" Ask mr. Narto.
"Semenjak Dario told me about his previous work in Surabaya I had planted a talisman in his body so that he could not be disturbed ielh subtle creatures"
Dhegs..Pak Narto realized why Nuri could not contact Dario. Yes because of the barrier placed on Dario's body.
"Oalah mbah.hehe, what can be revoked mbah, aboute Dario going to pesantren fearing teacher I refuse the presence of Mr. Dario when storing something on his body"
"Can, I can pull it out.try I ta talk to Dario so that the talisman can be pulled out"
Mr. Narto immediately woke Dario from his sleep.
He twisted his body on the bed, his feelings were still a bit lazy, but after seeing the clock had shown at 7:30 he immediately woke up.
"Something happened to you sir, I just had a chat with you"
"What do you mean?"
"It turns out why Nuri can't contract because the sewage put the amulet on your body. The sewage apparently fences your body so that it cannot be disturbed by subtle creatures'
"Pantesan Nuri Ga can come, apparently this is the cause..Okay, I'm showering for a moment" Dario said as he rubbed his hair.
With a gontai step Dario walked towards the bathroom.
...~...
The house on the hill feels alienated from the homes of other residents.The old 3-story building stands on a land measuring 800 meters.
In the front yard grew a wide variety of large trees, there are some teak trees whose age may be old seen from the trunk of the large tree and there is also embedded a banyan tree whose roots stick out to where from far away when night falls the tree is like the giant standing.
Some areas around the large tree tree do not seem to be managed by a lot of weeds towering, adding to the rather creepy atmosphere.
The front gate to enter the yard also looks old, the color of the paint has faded and there is only one lamp lighting at the corner of the gate pager. A dim light is not a bright light.
Many people around there do not dare to pass in front of the big house, if you want to pass through them better to walk around than have to pass in front of the house.
They call it a red haunted house because the paint of the walls of the house is all colored dark red.No one knows when the building was built, no one knows when it was built, even Pak Taji as the oldest person living in the village said that since the Dutch era the house has existed.
Unable to be seen outside the house, that afternoon a woman was walking towards the backyard. She was wearing a purple long dress. A black blazer was introduced covering the black polo shirt.
Her face was quite beautiful but pale, her lips looked dry like a person who was fasting. She was not wearing makeup and her hair was curled up accordingly.
In the back garden he cut 3 red jasmine stems and also some Bouganville flowers.
With a relaxed step back into the house, in the kitchen he took out a glass vase and filled it with tap water. All the flowers he arranged divas to look beautiful and placed on the dining table.
The woman walked towards a faucet near the kitchen, with a glass she began to drain fluid from the faucet.
The liquid was a thick red color, after which more or less the glass contained half of it. He drank it slowly.
Aaahh.heard his voice satisfied.
As if a fresh drink, the dark red liquid he gulped completely. Using the top of his hand he wiped his lips.
He walked past a staircase that seemed to be heading down, glancing slightly at him smiling, but telling him to go down.
Still with a relaxed step he headed towards the bathroom.
There he took off all his clothes and stood in front of a large glass, as if amazed by the shape of his body he approached a large bathtub at the end of the bathroom and began to drain warm water.
He washed his whole body with warm water that was mixed with jasmine flower mixture. He immersed his body in the water until everything was inside even his face was drowned.
Somehow he did not feel drowned, now he has fifteen minutes drowned in the water. As if the dead body of the woman dwells in the water, once the air bubbles rise above the water surface and break into the air giving off a fragrant smell.
"My wife's building" came a heavy, hoarse voice in the bathroom...
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