TUMBAL SEVENTH

Fireball

“Bay!” I shouted as something wrapped around my legs pulled my body. I reached out, Bayu tried to grab her and hold me back from being interested. However, Bayu's hand grip regardless I was again dragged by the position of face down to the ground. Kuraih nisan and I make the handle so as not to continue dragged. Damn, the headstone I was holding was not too strong to hold my body. It collapsed and I was dragged back.

“Bay, help me!” my yelling. Bayu ran over the mound and tried to grab my hand. I glanced at the feet to see what was entangling there. It turns out long black hair. I don't know whose hair.

“Wood! Cepetan help me!” pekikku while holding back the horror and pain in the stomach due to scratched the ground.

“Hold, Ran!” Bayu finally grabbed my hand. He put his flashlight on the grave mound. Then try to release something that surrounds my feet.

“Only bush, Ran,” clear Bayu.

“Your head!” my sergeant. Then change the position that was originally bent to sit.

“Serious, nih!” Bayu showed me something that was wrapped around his leg.

“Not that. I was looking at it. My legs are shaped like long black hair, Bay!” my clear.

“Yes, no need to discuss. Most important it's past, right.” Bayu. Then take the flashlight that was originally left lying on top of the grave.

I rubbed the dirty clothes also rubbed my snoring which was blisters due to the attraction of creatures there was no morality earlier. Bayu pointed a flashlight to my knee.

“Silver, yes?” tanyakanya.

“Yes, do you think? Perihlah!” my ketus.

“You were on diobatin first, no?”

“Pake what?” sahutku.

“Pake foliage or what is it.”

“Neither, Bay. It will also heal. Now we continue to find Mela with Mang Ule aja.”

“Yes already, if so. Come onl. But, are you sure that your knee can make way?”

“Can, Bay. Safe. Come!” take me. The two of us continued to look for the whereabouts of Mela and Mang Ule.

“Mang Ule! Mela!” call me.

“Non, mamang here!” tell someone from the corner of the cemetery. Bayu immediately shone his flashlight under the banyan tree. Mang Ule sat down limp there. Me and Bayu came closer.

“Mang. Why mamang?” manya panic.

“Big fingers, Non. Feet mamang perih,” whimpering. Bayu shone a flashlight to Mang Ule's feet, many blisters probably due to earlier he ran indeterminate direction.

“Lagian earlier Mamang why even run fitting me with Bayu nyamperin?” my many.

“So it was in my vision not Non Rania and Mas Bayu, but like a large creature of black and glowing red eyes.” Me and Bayu looked at each other after hearing Mang Ule's explanation.

“That was me with Bayu, Mang,” explained me, “lagian was just when the flashlight died why Mamang and Mela suddenly disappeared?” tanyaku later.

“Everything just happens, Non. In an instant mamang was already in another place apart from Non Rania and Bayu as well as Mela. Mamang tried to find you, but not visible.”

“Now how is Mamang condition?” ask Bayu.

“It's better. Staying foot feels sore all,” replied Mang Ule.

“Clearly, la wong was injured so,” timpal Bayu.

“But, Mamang can not walk?” my many.

“Can Non!” Bayu and I helped him up, and we went to find Mela.

Now the flashlight is only one that Bayu holds. Mang Ule's flashlight was lost out of nowhere. I used a flashlight on my phone to help with our street lighting.

“Ssth!” hiss Bayu signaled for us to stop and shut up. In the distance there was the sound of the cry of a woman who was so heartbreaking.

“What is Mela?” my whiskey.

“Can be. Come on, let's try samperin!” bring Bayu.

“Mela! Are you there?” my yelling. However, not to say. His crying voice became even more. I heard it coming cramped. So heartbreaking. It was as if he was having a very serious problem.

Getting closer to the sound of crying, the flashlight Bayu hit the figure of a woman who was sitting crouching on the side of the grave and was crying. The figure turned his back on us making it difficult to detect his face.

“It looks like it is actually Mela when viewed from the clothes worn, Bay, Mang,” I said.

“It looks right it's Non Mela,” says Mang Ule.

“Yes already, we try to get closer!” bring Bayu.

Slowly the three of us approached the figure of the woman who was still crouching and crying on the side of the grave. The tombstone above the tomb was broken.

“Bay, that's really Mela!” seruku girang's. I rushed over to him, and patted him on the shoulder. Her crying stopped immediately. Bayu shone a flashlight towards the two of us. Mela turned to look at me sharply.

“You have ruined my grave!” mela shouted her voice was very terrible. Discriminate.

“We apologize for accidentally damaging the tomb here. We promise you'll be the headstone, but whoever you are that possessed my best friend, please, get out!” I said while pointing at the figure inside Mela's body.

“No! I won't be out before you guys actually take my headstone!” his screams were full of wrath.

“Bay, really!” my word. Bayu handed his flashlight to Mang Ule, while he fixed the headstone that had been accidentally hit by him while handling Mang Ule possessed.

Bruk!

Mela collapsed unconscious after the creature that possessed her came out. Bayu rushed to grab his head and leaned against his thigh. I patted her cheeks slowly trying to resuscitate her. “Mela, subconsciously, Mel!”

“Non Mela, wake up!” call Mang Ule.

Before long Mela relieved then opened her eyes, and immediately widened when her eyes hit Bayu's face. The next instant Mela inched to sit and held her forehead.

“Sit down first, Mel! If you are still dizzy!” my word.

“This is why my head is so dizzy, Ran?” tanya Mela Parau, “my stomach is also very nauseous,” he continued. Mela instantly nauseated, but did not come out anything.

“Bay, I also accidentally collapsed a headstone there. From the incident of kayak gini repeated again mending we really first before getting out of this cemetery,” my advice, “how?” tanyaku later.

“Bby. Later while leading there we actually,” said Bayu.

“Mel, how are you doing? Can you continue the journey again, not yet?” I asked while holding both sides of his shoulders. Mela nodded weakly, the next second she stood up helped Bayu. I intentionally let Bayu help. Let them get closer. Who knows, just click.

After plugging back the headstone that had been collapsed by me, we resumed our journey. Using one flashlight belonging to Bayu even the light has begun to dim. Got Mela and Mang Ule lost somewhere. There is no time to search for a lost flashlight. The aura in this tomb is getting more and more negative and hot night.

When I managed to get out of the burial area, I heaved a sigh of relief. It feels like it just came out of another dimension.

“But break, gaes!” take me in between breaths. Everyone stopped their steps just under the shady tree. I don't know what tree. Not so clear. Everything looks black in the dark.

I wiped the sweat that had flooded my forehead. With Mela, Mang Ule and Bayu. Compact rub each other's sweat.

“So far away, anyway, Bay, his house?” manya curious.

“No, wait again until, Ran. Through the range of one hectare of teak forest, continue to arrive at the pine forest area housing his family Sekar,” explained Bayu.

“Lagian, why the hell, the shaman chose to make a home to buy gini?” ask Mela. Representing my lot.

“According to stories from citizens. In the past, his grandmother Sekar was still there he was expelled by residents because he was caught learning black magic,” explained Bayu while continuing his steps.

“So, from the time of his grandmother the boy has become a believer in black magic?” suhut Mang Ule's.

“Iya,” Reply Bayu, “sssth!” he continued to signal for us to shut up and stop our steps. Bayu turned off the flashlight.

“What's up, Bay?” ask Mela in a soft tone, “why is the flashlight turned off? Dark tauk!” continued.

“See it there!” Although it was dark, faintly I could see where the direction that Bayu pointed to. I look ahead. A few tens of meters ahead there is a pine garden in the middle of which there is a flickering lantern. “That's the lantern, well, there it's the shaman's house,” Bayu explained later.

“Iya, I see,” says Mela.

“Mamang also see.” Mang Ule.

“The three of you should go there without me,” Bayu said.

“Te-continue, how are you?” asked Mela, her tone sounded anxious.

“No problems. I will wait here,” replied Bayu.

“Here? In a place like this?” ask Mela in disbelief.

“Not, I'll wait there!” Bayu flashlighted a stage-shaped cottage located in the middle of teak forest.

“You sure, Bay? Want to wait there? Dark and definitely a lot of mosquitoes,”.

“Quiet I brought mosquito repellent lotion, kok.” Bayu showed the sashetan lotion that was in his pants pocket.

“But, aren't you afraid of yourself?” ask Mela.

Bayu chuckles. “It's common by yourself. When it comes to dark and ghosts, it has been like a friend to me,” he replied then, “oh yes, remember when there later, one of you only answered if asked. Then others just justify or say yes,” he continued.

Me, Mela and Mang Ule nodded in understanding.

“Let's let Rania answer,” Mela chirps.

“Iya,” answer.

“Agree,” says Mang Ule.

“But, where to go, Bay?” tanyaku later.

Again, Bayu shone a flashlight onto the long path in front of us. “This, you guys just follow this road. Later will get to the shaman's house,” he explained.

I nodded in understanding. “Ya already, here's the flashlight. Hurry up over there. And remember, when you get there control yourself, Ran! Do not incite suspicion from the homeowner. Okay!” Bayu was warning, I nodded in understanding. Then take over the flashlight from Bayu's hand. After cuddling with Bayu, me, Mela and Mang Ule continued the move leaving Bayu who continued to monitor our steps.

As this foot began to step into the pine forest, it felt heavy as if something was weighing down.

“Aduh, my shoulder why suddenly it feels this heavy,” Mela whine.

“Sama Non, I also my hand like something is weighing,” timpal Mang Ule. The three of us stumbled as if to object to something, but strangely my inner eyes could not see what figure was bothering us. My vision seemed to be blocked by the black fog.

“Ran, the flashlight is turned?” exclaim Mela fear.

“Mati itself, maybe out of battery,” sahutku, “pake flashlight in HP aja,” my suggestion later. Mela pulled out the phone from her pants pocket.

“Ck, my phone is crammed, Ran!” panicked shouting.

“Quiet! Try again!” my word.

“Udah. Drop can't, Ran!” Mela's tone of voice grew increasingly panicked.

“Non, look at that!” man Mang Ule.

“What, Mang?” my many.

“See to the top!” As per Mang Ule's orders I looked up.

My eyes widened when I saw the sighting of fireballs flying over the heads of the three of us. Banaspati's.

“Running!” my yelling. The three of us ran towards the shaman's house. Heart beating unbearably. Even the mind is confused. Cold sweat floods the body. The fireball kept chasing the three of us until it reached the porch of the shaman's house.

“Please! Help u! Please!” I shouted while banging on the door of the shaman's house.

While the fireball kept blazing through the air as if it was ready to attack the three of us.

The door was finally opened by someone from inside. Just as the door opened, the fireball vanished. I let out a sigh of relief. Then I turned towards the door opener, the next second glued as my eyes clashed with his. Tirta's. I longed to hold her, to shed the passionate longing in her arms.

“Who's coming, Darling?” ask a woman from the inside in my daydream.

“Control yourself,” whispered Mela. I tried to control myself, but it was hard. My tears are unstoppable no more. Falling in a stampede every time you see Tirta's condition.

A moment later poking a woman who had called Tirta with the title ‘sayang’. I think she's the woman named Sekar.

“You who? And what are the needs of the nights coming here?” ketus the woman who stood beside Tirta.

Me, Mela and Mang Ule looked at each other.

“We are from the city, and do not know why even get lost here after we previously lost in the haunted cemetery there,” explained me while pointing in any direction.

“Really?” tell that woman. In the next second he wrestled spoiled on Tirta's arm. My heart warmed to see that sight.

“Who is coming? Why not be asked to come in?” a woman from inside the house.

“People from the city, Mom. Said to be lost,” was obviously the woman next to Tirta.

“Tow in!” tell the woman inside the house. The next second the woman I believe to be named Sekar told us to come in.

The atmosphere was very strange when I was sitting in the living room with a mat. Hot and tight. Though the atmosphere in this village is usually very cold if the day has been night. Especially in the pine forest area this should be cool, right?

“Gerah,” whispered Mela while wagging her hands in front of her face to expel the heat. Even with Mang Ule he loosened the collar of his shirt and blew on his chest.

The inhabitants of this board-walled house came out, and sat in a circle on the mat. Including Tirta. He sat opposite me, at his side was Sekar who always wrestled spoiled in his arms. My jaw is hardened, and this heart is heating up. I really want to grab her hair. Sucks.

The smell of incense wafted out accompanying the arrival of the middle-aged man. The man sat down and looked at the three of us in full search. I'm sure he's the shaman.

It might have been done a ritual so that the scent of his frankincense stuck to his body and carried over until here.