They're Here

Chapter 14: Interpreting the Story

The presence of Mang Sata this time made me panic and worry. Mom's story is strong in my head.  Although there was some hesitation, but the description of Mang Sata's abomination had triggered my sense of disillusionment to be significantly reduced against him.

Retrogressive. I'd better find a safe area by not serving it. However, I must not be too high to fear.

Calm. Stay calm!

In a tense atmosphere, Robi makes me surprised and happy. He woke up and threw a question.

There was no answer I gave to explain the situation. I just embrace him so that his consciousness stays awake. Yeah, I don't want to take a second of my vision off her.

In front of the room, Mang Sata kept calling my name in full tones. He whimpered, begging me to see him.

I looked at Robi carefully. I remember the almost same event when he opened his eyes, but then lay down again with the departure of Mang Sata.

“Yan, you didn't hear from earlier someone calling your name?” Robi gets out of bed. His feet were moving like they were about to open the door.

I immediately blocked Robi's intentions. In my mind, it was hard to leave this village immediately while Robi was conscious. “Mending now we pack. We go home after he leaves,” take me with you while trying to distract him.

“Who is he, Yan?” Roby confusion.

There was a change in his attitude. But I don't want to think about that first. Not even by giving him the explanation about Mang Sata.

I lowered my voice so that my plan would not be sniffed by Mang Sata. Robi was contradictory to what I was doing. He kept asking about the identity of the door-bearer with a voice that almost filled the entire room. I also took great pains to ask Robi to be quiet.

The sound outside is getting louder. Because it might not get a response from me, Mang Sata banged on the door quite tight. I was pretty worried he was going to break down a door or a window to get in. Therefore, I take into account the distance of things that can be used against him if he becomes violent. Chairs, tables, brooms, and pillows and bolsters have been determined to be weapons.

“Yan! Just come out for a second, Yan. Mama wants to meet you. Please Mamang, Yan. Help Mamang find where Rusman is buried so that he quickly calms down,” said Mang Sata sobbing.

Robi looked at me in wonder. “Tega lu Yan brought old man outside. He must be cold, Yan. What's wrong with meeting him, and bringing him in?!”

What else happened to Robi's memory? Every time he woke up, his behavior was always strange.

Akkkh! My brain was forced to work from all sides, digesting all phenomena.

I pushed Robi until her body hit the wall a little. I said sorry, because there was no intent to intentionally do that.

“Bi, he's not human. No citizen here who dares to go out at night let alone visit does not know the time like him,” firmly I blow a spooky air.

However, Robi's response was so beyond expectation. He turned around blowing a creepy air at me. His teeth were bluffing, his face was tense, and his body was trembling. I can't believe my words put a huge amount of fear on him.

“Ja... ja... ja... so he is a demon, Yan. Ce.... ce.... quickly expel him, Yan!” said stammering.

When she looked like she was about to scream, I hurriedly closed her mouth. I whispered that he set his breath while reciting a prayer.

Mang Sata did not stop making noise at the door. I understand he's trying to draw the limits of my patience.

No. gabe. I don't want to risk a damn thing. I will not release Robi's consciousness from my eyes.

The wind sounded boisterously linking the chatter created from the friction of the leaves and trunk of the tree. Then, blow in through the cracks of the room. Cold also ambushes the sense of touch.

Robi stared blankly at me. I watched his expression carefully. There's a part that doesn't seem to be affiliated with him that I've known all along. He looks like a kid.

“Bi, stay calm huh! Also, do not close your eyes in the slightest,” my door was persuaded.

Moments later, a blunt force hit the glass. Robi shivers wracked with fear. I covered his ears in anticipation of the aftershocks.

In my mind, just wanted to get Robi back. He shouldn't be a victim of my curiosity.

Yup!!!!

I release CO2 through my nose. No more noise made by Mang Sata.

However, when you want to say thankfulness. The door rumbles again. Her taping teased my emotions.

Mang Sata did not leave. I kept holding back while increasing my vigilance.

“Yan, are you all right inside?”

“A Yana, this is Aisah and the Mamah. A Yana's okay, right?” timpal Aisah resonates with worry.

I dispose of the anxiety in full by doing several air replacement pulls. Then, I told Robi to stay in position.

I opened the door and looked at the window. Is correct. The window glass broke. Fortunately, the trellis is installed as an additional security. Otherwise, perhaps Mang Sata could already enter easily.

“True to my guess, he will come back to see you,” said the Mother.

“Now what time, Bu?” many enthusiast. “Me and Robi have packed up to go back to Jakarta.”

“Go back?” Aisah scrunched her forehead.

I nod my head. I am very sure of my decision.

“Should I repeat my remarks about your friend's condition?” satirical of the Mother.

My memory is still strong and normal. I developed a line of smiles.

“Bu, Robi is awake. His consciousness has returned. Is not the thing that hinders our return that is the succum of him who is restrained in this village? That is what made his consciousness disappear. Then, why the look in your eyes seems not to allow me and Robi back to Jakarta. We decided to live our normal lives, leaving everything beyond the common sense in this village. But if later I am needed, I am ready to return here,”, I explained in a firm voice.

A teary-eyed look at the bed. Was there a word I said that offended him? Uh! I guess, no.

“Not yet for now, A,” said Aisah while throwing index finger .

I looked up to follow Aisah's gaze. In that instant, I turned around perfectly. My soul feels nuclear-torn.

Robi, he's stretched out again in a position I hate so much.

OHHHHH!!! I vent my anger and annoyance with a crescendo.

“Mang Sata deliberately messes with you,” said the Mother,

***

The mother said Robi's consciousness depended heavily on Mang Sata. Merely, he did not specify a way to be able to resurrect Robi. I really have to reconcile my soul in order for my intuition to work optimally. Currently, instincts and instincts are not to be used as a reference in acting.

I bow my head, twirling my brain. It was thought to ask about Mang Sata's history to Umi or Abi. However, this will certainly invite their suspicion. I was also traumatized to involve people I loved very much to contemplate; to visit my problems.

Huh! Go, Yana! There is no entrance without an exit. Both can be accessed from the same door. I kept driving myself to collect fragments of events during the week I was in this village.

I closed my eyes to be more solemn in arranging all tragedies. Looking for a red thread I can pull to unravel this mystery

However, I suddenly remembered Aisah's words when I was about to reveal the dark story that occurred in 1999 at the time of the 9th. Yes, my mother explained that. It's just, like there's a contradictory introduction to the story.

Aisah said that there are those who want revenge for not receiving evicted from this village. Meanwhile, the mother said the spirits of the people who died at the hands of Mang Sata have not reached the point of calm, and still swaying until now.

Yes, they both display the same tesa, but with different antitesa.

Aisah's statement leads to a conflict. That is, there is a dispute between the two camps, and cause one of the displaced (lost). Later, the displaced camp attempted to reoccupy their territory.

So, which synthesis can I draw as a reference; the natives of this village are wandering because they were driven out or because of the sadistic murder committed by Mang Sata?

Then, is it true that Mang Sata can take the lives of people here? In fact, he is known as a good figure and very tolerant to the neighbors.

Human thought patterns and behavior can change over time. However, the validity of a story should accommodate many sides or a variety of perspectives.

History is very likely to be obscured to cover up the actual facts. I forgot that there is a subjective realm in every word that is organized into a “legenda”.

All righty! I have to see Aisah soon. Talked to him four eyes.

Note:

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