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Chapter 7: Mang Sata Site

“Ngak exclamation ya si Yana go home first, even though the part he is guarding,” said Hamid.

“Bene. Cemen (weak) she mah,” timpal Moses.

Hamid and Moses let out a mocking laughter. Then, they drop to the red ground to relieve fatigue.

Meanwhile, Rusman stood staring at the excavator with a frightened face. “Hamid…. Musas…. Look at this!” he stepped back with a very slow foot swing.

Hamid and Moses did not respond. The two were busy talking to each other like they were playing Galasin; the one who was touched lost. Their screams seemed to obscure Rusman's speech.

The excavator, who had been sleeping, suddenly moved to Rusman. The fork of the heavy equipment went up and down as if to dredge Rusman's body. He also looked so panicked.

Rusman tried to improve his position so he could run. Nahas, he actually fell due to tripping a large rock.

“To.. to...please!” rusman shouted with a trembling voice.

Still am. Hamid and Moses did not turn to look at Rusman's condition.

“La.... run! Hamid, Mu…. Moses, run fast!” exclamation Rusman.

Hamid and Moses stood up. They turned their eyes to look for Rusman. However, Rusman disappeared as the excavators made their way to the main area of the bridge.

Huh!!! I recited istigfar many times.

Dreamlike. Just dreaming.

Alhamdulillahilladzi ahyaana ba’da maa amaatana wa ilaihin. Praise be to God who has awakened us after we have put us to sleep, and to Him we have been raised.

But that dream feels so real. I was brought back in childhood when I left Hamid, Moses, and Rusman in the middle of the game.

Or was what I just experienced in the subconscious a real visualization presented as a clue? Yeah, I saw a scene about Rusman that was so scared like the original picture before he and the others disappeared.

I saw the time on the phone was 04.45 WIB. Take a breath of breath before taking ablution.

The sound of the Adhan and the morning rooster, which I have always missed, is still inaudible. This further dramatizes the situation in the peculiar Citiis.

After fulfilling the obligation, I rested half the body on the wall. I did a recap of some of the events I experienced during my two days in my hometown.

Mushola who changed in the blink of an eye that made me faint, the figure of a middle-aged man who seemed very familiar to me, then plus a very realistic dream, completely drained my mind. Not to mention the background full of irregularities that bandaged since the trip from the Pasupatan Terminal. Should I just give up?

Hem! I exhale so as not to get too carried away by the pressure.

Aishah. Yeah, he's actually the key to the extra-natural events I've been through here. Unfortunately, he kept quiet. How does he want to tell a story?

“Bade to where (where are you going)?”

“*Custom, ek ka meser market jang selangeun (as usual, want to market to buy trading materials).”

In the midst of contemplation, I heard the voices of mothers talking. Then, followed by the voices of the fathers chanting a happy melody. Little laughter from children also echoes strengthen the beautiful atmosphere at the beginning of the day. Exactly as in the past when waiting for the sun to rise.

I decided to peek out of the window before saying hello. I would love to share a story with them.

Sretta!!! I opened the window curtain slowly. A smile is prepared as a form of enthusiasm.

No. gabe. I didn't see anyone standing outside the house. In fact, it was very clear in the ears there was a crowd chanting in front of my room.

Not likely. Just quiet and dark with a little misty present in my view.

Did I hear wrong? Was that an illusion? Am I hallucinating?

Judging yourself gives no answer. I better check things out carefully.

I take care of the houses around my house. Everything was still asleep with no sign of smoke billowing through the precarious.

Could new residents move outside the home when getting sunlight intake? Come on, is there a moment of darkness of terror from monsters?!

I continued my journey outside the village. Curiosity led me to continue my search of all the houses.

“Yan, quickly run to the bridge now before the sun appears to illuminate this place!” say someone. Not the vowels of children, but of adult men. Who her? My memory can't identify it.

I took a breath to make up my mind, to fight fear. If all I hear is the whisper of the genie, I don't care. Anyway, the sooner my ultimate goal is achieved, the sooner I reach tranquility.

I walk by clumping up faith. Occasionally ran to arrive before the sunlight hit Citiis. However, the distance that must be traveled as if twofold.

“Mang!” call me while chasing him.

He kept moving forward. Did he not hear my call? I was pretty energetic in calling him.

I stick both palms under the cheeks, fortifying the mouth, so that the soaring vowels are not split by the wind. “Mang Sata! This is Yana, Mang.”

Not a single bit did he hear my call. All righty! The only way is that I have to go after him.

I stopped for a while to compose the energy portion. I held my knees and lowered the sweat on my head.

Mang Sata is getting further and further ahead of me. I forced myself to meet him. In addition to Aisah, Mang Sata can really open me the veil for everything that happens here. I'm sure it is.

Arriving at the edge of the bridge, Mang Sata descended to the edge of the river. I called him again, but still did not look.

Then, I decided to approach him who started rubbing the hoe handle with a splash of water.

I touched Mang Sata's shoulder. He turned his body.

“Ma…. Mang Sata!” call me with a horrified goosebumping body.

Mang Sata's face was shattered. Fresh blood poured from his nose and both corners of his eyes. The fishy smell was so thick that it made me vomit.

I tried to retreat, but my eyes still occasionally peered at the form I originally thought of Mang Sata.

It is fitting that he does not look back when I have called many times. Apparently, he was not the real Mang Sata.

Aw!!! My calf feels pierced by a sharp object.

Justright. My calf hit the uncut end of the foundation iron. The pain and soreness spread quite violently as the blood continues to come out.

“A Yana!”

I heard Aisah's voice. I immediately turned my eyes to look for his whereabouts.

“Come home!” Aisah asked me to get on the bike.

***

Some say when you see an apparition, the psychic will be shaken. In fact, it could be experiencing emotional disturbances for days.

I did feel fear and anxiety, but it only lasted that moment. I don't know how mentally I can be this strong. Could it be because of the encouragement of my goal?! Could be.

After returning home, something else caught my mind. Yeah, why did Aisah come at the right time?

“Thank you for helping me out this morning,” my word came to him. “But why did you know I was around the bridge?”

Aisah got up from the chair. There was a trace of tears on his face.

“I don't know anymore to tell Aa by how,” the stuffing.

“Then gitu tell me about all the irregularities here,” urges me.

Aisah wiped both corners of her eyes. “The story is very long, A.”

Patriarch of guilt at heart saw his sadness, but I could not continue to be hung by the riddle. “What length? Will it take a day, a week, or a month? In fact, if it takes a year to listen to your story, I would.  Aisah, I need clarity about everything that happened to me.”

“This village has become a cursed village,”.

“Because what?”

Aisah rotate position. “Better Aa return to Jakarta today also before the sun goes down perfectly. Otherwise, Aa might just be stuck here forever.”

“Aisah!” I snapped spontaneously, carried away in annoyance. “Actually you are sincere to help me or you intend to play with my reasoning?”

Aisah lowered her head. “Alright! I'll tell you everything.” One breath it's hela. “September 1999, precisely on the 9th, at 9 am at the time of...”.

Suddenly a conversation was heard interrupting the Aisah song.

“Mas Robi is Mas Yana's friend huh? Let me take you to Mas Yana's room, but maybe Mas Yana is resting. There was a little incident this morning. He said, Mas Yana slipped in the morning exercise time,” said Mang Dendi.

“We meet friends Mas Yana first yes,” concluded Aisah.