Short Story (Cerpen)
The Casablanca Tunnel
It's a true mystery story, which really happened to me. It happened on Wednesday, September 6, 2006. I usually go back to the office at 4 p.m. Location of my office in Cakung, Menteng end. While the location of the house is in Mampang, South Jakarta.
Coincidentally today I did not go directly to the house, but played badminton first in the area Harapan Indah near the office with children's office. Playing around without feeling was already 8:30 p.m. Children are starving so eat meatballs first before going home. At 9:30 pm, we just started to disperse. As long as I work, I always bring my own bike. That day was no exception either.
So I went through the Coffee Cottage, then through Duren Sawit. The journey was very tiring, where my bag luggage at that time was very busy again. I carry a large size racket bag, inside contains a change of clothes, 3 rackets, the same shoes as well. It was like going home to the core village.
At that time I was menstruating (i do not know if there is anything to do with my experience or not, just as info for readers only). Without feeling, my trip was to go to the Casablanca tunnel, which was previously left right was the tomb of Menteng Pulo. On tofu right?
About 5 meters I entered the tunnel, suddenly my eyes seemed to be closed, so I could not see the road. As a result I hit the sidewalk, and my body was thrown onto the sidewalk while the motorbike walked itself a few meters ahead before it fell.
Fortunately only his left wing was scuffed. Because I was mired with the position of the body lying on my stomach on the sidewalk, my eyes automatically turned into the famous Casablanca tunnel was really haunted.
Guess what I saw?
There is a white shadow out of the tunnel wall and into the front wall again, aka it can be penetrated.
My right leg was broken and I couldn't get up. Surprisingly, although many vehicles passing through there are police motorcycles. But no one helped me. My impression was covered by the waiter there.
Finally I was taken to Cikunir where alternative medicine for broken bones. Two days after the incident, I was told by Haji sir who treated me to immediately go to the location to put flowers and 1000 money as a condition, aka shit he said. Pas bokap to where there is a street sweeper who used to clean up at the Casablanca tunnel location.
Bokap was asked what happened after the accident.
“Iya Sir, 2 days ago my son accident.”
Trus the broomsticker asked again, is it safe.
“Alhamdulillah my son is still of age, why yes sir?” Bokap asked back to the broomsticker.
Many people have died on this road because of accidents. Wew. It's a true story. For now I dare not pass through the tunnel itself without another piggyback. Still a severe trauma. So many horror stories, hopefully entertaining and useful.
*hai gays ngk perk well this novel is almost 100 eps
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