The Groaning From Behind the Grave
chapter 3: in the middle of the night rain
The night was getting late.the wind came from behind a dark hill in the far east. Removing leaves and tree branches near an ojek base.
'BANGKALAN OJEK DESA BAYAN', such is the name written on a weathered wooden board that adorns the roof of the base.
Seeing the rain that still fell flooding the earth, a man who was sheltering at this base could only breathe resignedly. It seems that the rain still long stopped his mind was scared. The man named bang juki, who was still in the rain, was, a middle-aged motorcycle taxi driver who used to hang out in this area.he who had just delivered a passenger to the next village had to take shelter here because of the rain that fell rapidly.
" heh it's so cold, gile!, " said the man accompanied by the rumbling of teeth that sounded.
In the dark full silence, bang juki just resignedly staring at his true friend, an old motorcycle who was pensive in the rain outside.
The full moon in the sky seems to be scowling in silence. annoyed at the pitch of night that has covered the bright light.The late night accompanied the quiet that enveloped bang juki.
Bang Juki further tightened his jacket when it felt this coldness was hugging his body tightly.
" heh kampret bener ni ujan, do not get bored-bosannya down. if ginii can continue to die I'm cold here, "he lamented slowly, "this is the fate of my rich commoners, all difficult, " he continued, grumbling in his heart.
The flick of the wind that came like the hands of nature slapping the face of bang juki. made the empu more scowled in the cold of the night full of silence.
In a gripping silence, the face of bang juki who was already disheveled irregularly hit by a tireless callousness, suddenly frowned. Not because of the matter why he could forget to buy a snack for his son at home, not because of the matter of why he could forget to buy a snack for his son at home, but because in the distance there, the tail of his eyes caught something.
In the specks of the night rain, old netra bang juki saw a piece of white cloth weakly involved in one of the branches of the tree located not far from the ojek post where he was.
The white cloth was fluttering in the wind. Its striking color was in stark contrast to the darkness around it, and it did not escape the attention of bang juki.
"what's the fuck?" murmured the man who worked as a motorcycle taxi every day in his heart, "how rich the corpse cloth ye , "he said slowly.
Bang Juki suddenly goosebumps with her guess earlier.His mind was instantly filled with sinister shadows.
Bang Juki tried to calm down, he tried to shake off his own thoughts.
The night crept up and crawled up to accompany bang juki who was still fixated on staring at the white cloth earlier which had now disappeared somewhere.
" Lho kok ilang, " said bang juki wonder. The skinny man's eyes circled indeterminate direction looking for the cloth he saw earlier.but nil, nil, long time looking but the cloth seemed to disappear without a trace.
" well, why also I thought, " muttered bang juki, "heh it's been nine more but the test has not been ragged, "he continued while his eyes glanced a little at the simple watch.
"bang juki....,"
" Yes neng, " said bang juki. the man then turned to the source of the sound.but he only frowned, confused.
As far as the eye could see, bang juki only saw a quiet darkness
along the village road, especially coupled with the rain that fell. making the silence of the night increasingly felt by bang Juki who was in a daze looking for the voice that had called him.
he clearly heard a woman's voice! although slowly but bang juki still clearly heard it.
feeling increasingly strange, the man in a typical green jacket go-jek was getting goosebumps.
" who the hell was that calling? am I wrong, right? " cetus bang juki full of astonishment, "ok so goosebumps gini anyway.where behind the grave again, "revealed bang juki anxious. his palm with a huff rubbed the fur of his nape that suddenly stood up.
" bang juki.bang help me bang, "
fed up with that voice again, the juki—father of one child shouted loudly.
" woy if you dare show your face! do not be rich pansy, "nag bang juki while grumbling–sung.even though his heart was struck by great fear, but his eyes were whizzing wildly like a lion looking for prey.
his vision swept away the darkness around him. The light source seemed to have only come from a small neon weakly hanging at the base.
bang Juki broke out in cold sweat.Wet sweat felt as slowly as dew passed through his forehead.when this was not the first time he was trapped in the rain like this.
" my nyari bang, "
bang juki turned his head to the side, and the man simply widened his eyes, startled, like a cow meeting a butcher, resigned and frightened.
Right beside bang juki, stood a shabby white-clad figure full of red earth.The shabby shroud was quite wide in size, some red stains dyed the bottom and top of the figure.
the white shroud was seen wrapping around a woman, but not the woman who bang juki used to meet in the market, but the woman with a crushed face full of blood mixed with pus.
" Please I bang juki.please dig my grave bang.., "a few rotten maggots immediately fell from the figure's forehead.The maggots were writhing near the feet of the juki bang.
bang Juki was still speechless with eyes glaring and mouth open before the man himself shouted, "" Setaaaannn...."
with a frenzied pace accompanied by a sense of mules that appeared suddenly, bang juki rushed away from the figure who was just silent while laughing widely.
"hihihi.mau where bang, "
" anjir lo, what aces I am now, "got bang juki when running to the bike bututututnya.
" he..hi..hi...hi..."
A splash of mud fluttered down the steps of the man as he stepped on the wet ground floor. A cold wind blows sweat sweat bang juki who is struggling to turn on his old motorbike that suddenly dying at the wrong time.
" beh! you even die again keg, "Pretched panic bang juki with a wet face full of sweat. In the midst of his struggle to turn on the togg– name of his motorbike, occasionally his eyes rolling staring at the figure back. But what he saw turned out....
" do you know there is? " bang juki muttered while looking for the figure that had haunted him now disappeared somewhere.
" mane tuh satan bangs*t, let me break his neck, " said bang juki upset, "anything bothers people anyway huh huh, " so bang juki cursed in the heart.
"...bang juki.bang juki.bang juki "the seductive-pitched greeting was heard whispering softly in bang juki's ear. The whisper of the midwife teasing the faith seemed to tear down the wall of courage bang juki who returned limp helpless.
Amidst the rain, the man's shoulders seemed to shake violently. As the cold moist air pierces the skin, a foul smell circulates through the nose. Kissing bang juki fireworks resist nausea.
" i'm here bang hi.hi.hi.hi..., "
Bang juki looked back, and...
how shocked he was when he saw the terrible figure was now sitting sweetly in his motorcycle seat.
" ki, ki, ki, " bang juki said "
"please help me bang.narrow..sick..dark,"
The sound of light and poignant rippling split open the eardrum of bang juki who was silent silent silent silent speechless. Again the man's mouth gaped in disbelief, displaying a row of barking teeth popping out.
" dig my grave. hi..hi.hi.hi..., "
a black centipede came out from behind the hollow eye socket. The pale face full of irregular words then grinned towards bang juki.
" dark night accompanies my laughter...
" a roaring humming accompanied my sepiku...
" in his stuffy grave I wailed...
the soft-pitched song sounded flowing in the sepinya night without meaning.a voice of sadness from the figure of a woman in a shabby white dress who is now hugging tightly bang juki from behind.
" Kaburrr..., "cries hysterically bang juki. It seems that the man's fear has reached the crown. made the widow's seducing man gather his strength to turn on his dilapidated motorbike.
With the last cleavage full of energy, the 90's style old motor can finally light up. the breath is cringed along with a pounding chest gurgle, releasing the departure of the juki bang that is speeding like an orang diatan.
The man drove his bike through the rain that was still sweeping the streets.
THE PANGGANG!!!
Thin white smoke billowed from the man's duck-modeled knots. Traveling into the night sky is united with the cold fog that clumps in the earth's atmosphere.
" help me. cold... Mas aryo.., "slow whispers full of sadness and...
...revidence
TO BE CONTINUE
