SUKMA: The Deal With the Devil

School Registration

The owner of the stall whose gussets have been destroyed by Sukma was even tampering. He did not accept it, to the point that his mouth could not be controlled. So angry, he gossiped uncontrollably to the buyers.

"Eh, you know, right? The kid who just moved is moja, youh!" said the middle-aged woman of the stall owner.

"Ah, time? Know where?" ask the buyer who is both female.

"So he took a package from the roof of Ceu Cicih stalls! How do you not suspect try? How did he know that in the tile of the stall Ceu Cicih there is a package? Usually who knows that way it's a shaman or a mujaer," explained the shop owner.

"Ah, Bi Juju mah-anya. All you can see is that it is not just a shaman or a handyman. Now there is the term Indigo Child. Maybe the child has the ability through his inner eye, so he can find that," the buyer argued.

"I don't believe it. It must be the boy's parents who are the restless," said the shop owner while he was sneering.

"Of ... Bi Juju has been explained still ngeyel. I thought, lest not that child be spoiled, but Bi Juju himself" said the buyer.

"Eh, why am I?!" the shop owner started getting angry.

"Everyone here already knows that Bi Juju is a moja, but I didn't believe it right away. Well, look at Bi Juju like this, I came to believe that the people said it was not just a lie. By the way, where is Tuyul Bi Juju? He said the tuyul cattle are also, yes, make it rich" the buyer quipped.

"Ih! You're a fuckin' shit, anyway? He was gossiping and accusing me!" owner of warung.

"Finally, it was still morning and gossiped. Where to talk about muja again. Yes, I thought that Bi Juju was the one. Usually, yes, usually yes .. people who accuse others of wrongdoing it indirectly have accused themselves. Like a cheating man. Nudus wife cheating, but herself who ngelakuin it so," cerocos the buyer.

"Diddeliver! How about an affair, anyway? Huh, already! There's home! It's free to make sure you gossip. Not connecting!" throw out the shop owner.

The buyer went home while he was still stuck. Simultaneously, Sukma had just returned from the grave and was about to enter the alley. The owner watched him from a distance. Sukma smiled, then looked at the stall across the street. It was the right year, there was someone watching him from a distance.

The owner of the stall melengos after looking at Sukma long enough. He only realized, that someone he had accused was not a child carelessly. Faintly, his memory soared towards six years ago. Inside the phone is stored video when Sukma finished off Ki Purnomo. The owner of the stall shuddered in horror and did not dare to roar anymore.

In his new home, Mr. Risman and other neighbors were resting, enjoying a cold drink that Atikah bought. When Sukma came, they stopped for a moment. Bu Inah approached his daughter who was returning home.

"Where are you from? Teteh abis said from the grave?" ask Ms. Inah.

"Yes, Mom. Remove the red soil. Why why?" Sukma asked back.

"Red land?!" Neighbors were shocked to hear Sukma's words.

"Sir, I hope, I don't think macem-macem, yes. Here it has been difficult, but there are citizens who like to be nosy," said one of the men to Mr. Risman.

"Ah, that's very common, sir. His name is also human, sometimes if envious likes ngusilin people. Though sustenance and death have been arranged with Allah," refuted Mr. Risman casually.

"Thank God you don't have a problem with that. I suggest, Father of the family take care of yourself. If there is nothing, at least it can still be resisted," said another neighbor.

"Yes, Sir. We'll work on it. Thank you, yes, for the attention of my family. I'm glad to have good neighbors like you," praised Mr. Risman.

"Ah, relax, sir. We are social creatures, it is appropriate to help residents who have just moved here," said neighbor Mr. Risman. "We're leaving first, sir. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salam" said Mr. Risman.

After the neighbors went home and the car driver left, Mr. Risman continued to clean up the furniture with Bu Inah and his two daughters. Atikah and Sukma chose the front room to sleep and study. The room is quite spacious, even can be placed some large furniture such as cabinets and study tables. However, for a while, they used the floor mattress first. Mr. Risman promised, will buy a spring bed later in the afternoon.

Meanwhile, Ms. Inah cleaned the kitchen furniture. Everything is neatly arranged until it is really comfortable when cooking later. Not to forget, he also checked the sink and bathroom water. The water is very clear, so there is no need to bother buying gallons to drink.

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After a few days of living in a new residence, Bu Inah finally got information about the acceptance of new students. He was eager to send his two daughters to a superior school, considering the achievements of both are quite good. The middle-aged woman was reluctant to waste her daughter's abilities as long as she had no cost constraints.

First of all, Ms. Inah enrolled Atikah school. Grateful, the firstborn can enter the school through the path of achievement. His good test scores and rapot, got him off the hook without a hitch.

After Atikah entered the favorite High School, then Bu Inah registered Sukma at Junior High School. Sometimes he felt worried, considering the youngest needed to ride a public vehicle to go to school. The distance is quite far, making him need to think again. However, Sukma persuaded his mother to remain calm. He also reminded his mother that his father could still take him to school on his new motorcycle. Bu Inah's heart was calm after being reminded by his daughter about it. The anxiety that lingered in his mind, instantly disappeared just like that.

Upon his arrival at school, Sukma accidentally crosses paths with his kindergarten. She is none other than Giska, a short-haired girl who turns to fear her because of Susan's doll. Sukma who was happy to meet his old friend, immediately approached Giska.

"Giska!" call Sukma while walking fast.

The short-haired girl turned her head, then her eyes widened. "Sukmas?!"

Giska's eyes were still staring at Sukma from head to toe. "S-Sukma .. Why are you here? Didn't you move to Padalarang?"

"It's just me coming here to do something. Yes, you want to go to school, time to hang out? Eh, but how come your face is so scared? Don't like meeting me, do you?" ask Sukma.

"Ng ... No, no! Just ... I'm still traumatized" replied Giska stammering. "You're still a simple Susan doll?"

"Devil Susan? Mmm. .. as I recall, anyway, it has been burned by the Father," said Sukma while remembering.

"Huh?! It burnt?! Is Susan going to burn?" Giska.

Sukma. "Yes can. It's just this doll, isn't it, it's not people."

"But Susan is no ordinary doll" Giska said.

In the midst of their conversation, Sukma is called by his mother to enter the registration place. Sukma rushed to his mother, while Giska was still curious. He remembered very well that Susan and her friend's doll was quite difficult to get rid of. In fact, her brother had been unknowingly helped by a curious spirit to get rid of the doll.

While Sukma and his mother were dealing with the teacher as well as the reception staff, Giska was still waiting outside the classroom. His sister-in-law took him home, but the girl's curiosity still haunted him. He also asked his brother-in-law to wait for a while until Sukma out of the registration place.

Long enough to wait, Sukma finally came out with his mother. Giska hurriedly approached her friend while carrying a myriad of questions. He patted Sukma on the back before leaving school.

"What?" Sukma.

"I'm still curious about your story, Sukma. Wait a minute until my curiosity is gone" said Giska.

"alright. Where do we talk? We ask permission first so that you do not wait," Sukma advised.

"Yes. You ask permission first with your mother. I'm waiting here" said Giska.

Sukma ran over to his mother to talk to Giska for a while. Ms. Inah allowed it, on condition that it not be too long. Sukma also promised not to linger chatting with Giska.

Next, Giska took her friend to one of the school corridors. It is not far from the registration place. The two sat down, then began to reopen the conversation.

"Sukma, you're not lying, are you, if Susan's been burned? Continue ... Ma ... Maurin how? Still like your nyariin?"

"I'm not lying, Giska. My father burned Susan when I was in school. Maurin was angry and didn't want to talk to me anymore. So sick of you, Dad, I ran away from home, huh."

"Snow?! Where did you run away to where so desperate? I only if a day does not go home like kangen with Mom and Dad."

"I ran away to our school deck, and met Aunt Farida. I'm staying at her house semalem. Kirain Aunt Farida is human, it turns out Wewe Gombel!"

Giska was flabbergasted while shuddering. "Keep, how do you get home? Wanted the same parents use ustaz help or how?"

"Yes, I'm going home. As Aunt Farida held my leg, uh .. she was lackluster. I went home, and I cried so much, he said I haven't been home for a week."

"Oh, you didn't go to school for a week. The classmate thought you were sick again."

"Well, timing? Though I slept at Aunt Farida's house just a night, loh, not a week!"

"So weird, huh?"

"Oya, said Wanara, the rotation of time in the human dimension is just as different. In the occult realm longer."

"Oh, that's it."

"You want to try the supernatural?"

"E .. no, no. Mother I'm afraid the same way."

"Yes already. Then I go home first, yeah. Hopefully later we'll be in class so we can tell exciting things."

"Yes, I hope so too."

Sukma sauntered away to his mother who was waiting at the gate. Giska just looked blankly at his friend, while remembering the story he said. Gradually, his little heart began to be curious about all the supernatural things that Sukma had experienced. However, his wish was instantly buried when his sister-in-law came. Shown in his eyes, the face of the mother who was frightened because of mystical things.