The House in the Middle of Sawah

Hairy black shadow

We walked down the path to the river. It did not rain tonight, but the moon refused to show its light. Only the flashlight is the only light available.

"Hyuh, want to be'ol aja kudu road first, fortunately still hold this", Irul grumbled impatiently.

"Don't ngedumel wae Rul", Hasan chimed in while his eyes remained fixed on the ground footing. Because it was able to drizzle some parts of the road there are quite muddy.

"Duh, I can't stand this, wes nang pucuukkk ", Irul is becoming, his face is red.

"That's the river ne already seen, later the pewe ya place under the rock gedhe, my favorite place I know I" I replied convincingly.

Irul did not push, he had run even though it was dark, it seemed that he could not stand it. He headed for the big rock in the middle of the river. I smiled just to see that. I was looking for a seat on a cozy rock on the bank of the river. Hasan looked confused. A moment later approached me who was sitting on a rock.

"Hey, sure nih be'ol is here?", Hasan asked a serious look from his facial expression that was faintly visible due to the darkness of the night.

"Yes, sure..You're afraid of San, afraid of the dark?", I asked with a slight chuckle.

"No, this is if there is uler it is not visible you know Dan, manukmu in thuthul from behind it is not bothered" said Hasan while reading.

Indeed, the risk to meet reptiles such as snakes, lizards are quite large. Not that I'm not afraid, but the river here used to defecate. Almost everyone in the area if defecating must be in the river. Again, this is not something that can be replicated.

"Eh, where was Irul?", Hasan asked and still managed to get by.

"Behind the stone gedhe you know", I pointed the flashlight to the stone I meant.

"Aren't you talking to Irul San?", I asked a little mockingly.

Hasan did not reply, He looks stroking elus on his nape, as cold as possible. The air tonight is indeed cooler than usual, the sound of animals or insects at night is not heard at all. Maybe the animals are reluctant to make a sound because of the cold. Only the gurgling sound of water split the silence of the night.

"So you're ngedumel wae San, why the hell?", I asked, curious.

"I'm not comfortable at this hour at times like this, dark and dark, I don't know", whispered Hasan.

"Hehehe, if I'm used to San, how else you know, everyone here if be'ol ya to kali, want to be saved at 12 pm yes to kali, kali, mosok wants to pile up at home", I chuckle, want to make Hasan more relaxed.

Moments later Irul is seen from a distance running a little closer.

"Have you got a lot?", Hasan asked half-screaming at Irul.

"Mantab mania" replied Irul as he lifted his two thumbs up. I laughed hearing that.

Suddenly there was another sound of laughter following the sound of my laughter. Sounds heavier and hoarse. I, Hasan and Irul instantly fell silent. Trying to sharpen the ears, this time only the sound of water was heard. I tried to point the flashlight towards the origin of the sound. On the boulder where Irul was urinating.

Because quite far away the lights look faint. When the light beam hit the top of the stone, it looked quite clear, a figure, like a human but his entire body was full of feathers sitting with his head bowed down, down, face down so that the head is not clearly visible because it is covered with shoulders.

I gulped, my heart rate was irregular, my flashlight was unable to shift. For a while it remained about the figure. The cold air was unable to block the sweat from my body from flowing. In my heart I said scream and run, but my whole body was locked.

My throat is dry and choked. From the flashlight I was holding, the head of the creature began to move upwards, and turned towards us. At that moment it was out of energy from which my hand could be moved, followed by another limb. Jumping from my seat, I pulled Hasan and Irul's hands.

"Larriiiiiii . .", I shouted loudly.

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