The Groaning From Behind the Grave

chapter 9: mr. hendra and the gravestone line

" Mampus lu zil, "

" ah, asem lu beh, you cheat ya, "

" it's good you said I cheated, lost and lost, "

The screams of the two men were heard breaking in silence at the gray twilight.The banana tree beside the bamboo post was seen waving through the wind. its yellow light became a source of illumination that scattered the dark amidst the fog.

Mr. Hendra the grave digger seemed excited when he saw the resounding victory he would achieve. With an optimistic face, one hand violently struck the poker card with a smile sumringah.

" yes, I won again! " cried happily, Hendra, when he defeated the man ozil–si plontos by a landslide.

" ****** you mr. hendra, you use a talisman yes, "accuse the zil with an annoyed face. his lips grumble to make a swear. This was the number of times he had lost against the old man.

mr. Hendra just laughed out loud to see the face of Ozil who looks funny.especially with his plontos head that increasingly makes ozil look funny.

The two people were busy playing poker in the midst of foggy cloudy atmosphere.The day was not too late, but the weather was cloudy, making things look gloomy. an afternoon gust of wind blew away some leaves from the rambutan tree beside their post.

mr. Hendra said, " uh zil, you sure don't want to go home, kasian you know the ratih alone at home, "wrote pak hendra to ozil. his black skull swayed slightly as the man who had been a grave digger for years stirred up his black coffee.

ozil turned his head and said, "ogah ah males. I again have a problem ama si ratih beh, " said ozil.

Hendra raised an eyebrow, curious.

" emang ape problem anyway zil, just five days of marriage already there is a problem aja lu, " ledek pak hendra while mengolem smile.

" well ordinary beh, his name is also a newlywed, there must be a problem, "said ozil while breathing, "the ratih wants to have children beh, " continued in a timid tone.

" hahaha.it turns out that's your problem anyway, " said pak hendra laughing like an official.

ozil nodded with a face of shame.

" yes, beh, I was also abis marahan ama him, " continued ozil lethargic.

" do you wait what else keg, brush dong zil brush, "said pak hendra smiling grin.

Ozil's confused. What brush? The WC?

" what brush beh? " ask ozil in confusion.

Now Hendra's even astonished.

" that's right, bini you said you want to have children, yes brush ama you, "said pak hendra with a slightly lewd smile.

But the basic ozil, the man did not understand the purpose of the words of Mr. Hendra. the man was too innocent, as clean as his head.

" my nappa bini brushed beh, indeed laundry, "reply ozil wrath.

Mr. Hendra patted the eel, then said in a sad tone, "you fit kemane aje tong biology lesson, "weep it.

" that nape even stray into the biology of you beh, not connect you, "nice ozil.

" it's up to you, " said mr. Hendra resigned.

The two fell silent in the arms of the increasingly dense evening mist.The bamboo hut where the two sat together, several times swayed in the wind.Squeaking bird sounds rang out from the branches of the old tree.

Ozil, who was quietly enjoying a cup of bitter coffee, was intrigued to look out through the window of the hut.The bald man got up from his seat, the sheath he attached to the shoulder.

" want kemane lu tong, "ask pak hendra on the ozil that approaches the window of the hut.

Ozil turned his head, then said, "no beh, I want to see the scenery outside, "said ozil.

" look what the fuck you got in that gini-rich grave, pocong? " club sir hendra was greeted by a look of annoyance ozil.

" bacot lu beh, can be diem napa anyway, " said ozil annoyed.

Mr. Hendra chuckled at the snatch from the ozil.but unbeknownst to the ozil, his eyes also glanced out. towards the row of headstones disguised by the white mist. this bamboo hut is located right in the middle of the cemetery.the row of tombstones visible as far as the eye can see.

" cold really, " said ozil shudder.his eyes still observe a row of tombboards from where he stood. as Ozil was drifting in a quiet atmosphere, he said, accidentally his eyes saw a woman in the corner of the cemetery.

Ozil was speechless with a look of wonder.Eyes were eye-catching to see more clearly the figure, but he sure did not see wrong, the figure was a woman. yes not wrong, not wrong, it was a woman standing near an old frangipani tree.

" who he is.., "whispered ozil quietly in his mind.The corner of his eyes seemed to be unable to look at the figure of the woman who stood a few meters away from this hut.

The mist slowly began to thin, the expanse of tombstones looking little by little.

From the window hole, Ozil can clearly observe the woman's figure.the woman looks behind her.His sepulchral dress fluttered in the twilight wind.

As Ozil stared at her from a distance, the mysterious woman was seen turning her back.The mysterious woman looked towards the old hut and waved at him. it was as if she knew someone was watching her.

" you know, beh, it beh, " said ozil flabbergasted while pointing outwards.

" what else are you zil, bothering me? " nagging sir hendra was upset.his withered eyes saw the Ozil who was looking fixedly outwards.but his forehead then shriveled when he saw the Ozil who stepped out.

" heh zil, want your kemane? " ask mr. Hendra to the zil who has opened the door of the hut. immediately the cold entered through the cracks of the bamboo door.

Ozil looked over with a slightly panicked face.

" there is a woman outside beh, she needs help, "ozil was in a hurry.

Pak hendra was torn apart.his wrinkled face showed a look of wonder.

" who is zil? " ask sir hendra curious.

" that's the woman on the frangipani tree deck, in the corner of the cemetery, "the ozil chimpanzee while her index finger pointed to the corner of the cemetery.

Mr. Hendra got up from his old radio mat before the old man walked closer to Ozil.

" mane zil, he said there were women, no tuh, " said pak hendra as he looked down at the window.

" that's how you beh, that's the one in the corner of the tomb of the old frangipani tree, "ozil pointed once again to the place of the woman, but immediately, the look changed.

It turned out that the woman who had been waving towards him, had disappeared from sight.only seen frangipani trees that occasionally abort the flowers.

" where zil, ah lu halu ye, "cock pak hendra.

" but I saw the lady beh. Kok say ye, " said ozil wonder himself.

" notnye the corner eating the frangipani tree decket, the tomb of his wife the aryo ye, "cock sir should remember.

" you mean the kinanti beh, "guess ozil.

Hendra nodded, "iye who was there a few days ago, " replied Hendra.

kinanti. for some reason when hearing the name briefly reminded ozil of something.

" beh, you know not with the news that is again warm-warm circulating in this village, "cetus ozil suddenly.the eyes of the man staring fixed on the face of pak hendra, he wrote, as if to convey something.

mr. hendra shook his head

" don't know what's up? " ask back, mr. Hendra.

Ozil was silent for a moment before saying.

" do you know that bang juki's a motorcycle taxi guy? " said ozil.

Hendra nodded.

" iye I know, um kenape? " ask mr. hendra.

" according to the juki, pas malem when he again sangkal, ntu people were metatengin ama kuntilanak figure, " said Ozil with a whispering voice.His eyes were rolling wildly here and there, it was as if they were worried if their conversation was heard by something.

" huh! Which is really you, "said mr. Hendra not believe.

Ozil nodded.

" bener beh, I was horrified directly from the person.even now the juki so the gini crests so traumatic, "spanjit ozil while gesturing by crossing his index finger on the forehead.

Mr. Hendra, who was already surprised, was increasingly surprised to hear the words of Ozil.

" serem also ya tong if it's been such a horror, even I'm the one who has been dabbling in the world of grave digs, not even though he saw demons or demits, " bright sir Hendra while breathing.imik his old face shows a speck of fear that he tried to fight.

" want to know what's more interesting than this story? " his ozil stared intently at Mr. Hendra.

Mr. Hendra gulped his hard-earned saliva with a tense face.

" said the juki, kuntilanak figure he met his face.., "ozil did not continue his sentence.The bald man was silent when his nose suddenly smelled the scent of frangipani flowers that were as breezy as present. along with the aura of the hut room that turned gripping.

" his face why tong, "said pak hendra curious also frightened.

With a trembling voice, Ozil continued his interrupted sentence earlier.

"...his face is said to resemble the ama of the late kinanti beh, "so ozil.

" huh! "

BRUKK!

the two men jumped in shock.

TO BE CONTINUE'S.