Grudge of Grief: Kasyaf
teak kobeng

As Icha re-opened her eyes, she seemed to recognize the surrounding landscape. He prepared his bag. There was doubt in his heart to go home.

The memory of the magical disturbance in the terminal was still very fresh in his head. Even his heart was still pounding in fear when the faint shadow flashed.

However, inevitably he had to go down as well. He took a deep breath, and he exhaled slowly as he read the prayer in his heart.

“Bu, sorry. Soon I am down” said Icha later. He wants to ask for a way.

“Oh. Are you feeling better?” ask the mother.

“Already, bu” reply Icha.

Missing the mother, made him desperate to fight his fear. She smiled and moved back to the front. Ichapun moved to the seat in front of him. Precisely an additional chair made of wood, which covers the entrance to the rear row.

“Pak. Front archway yes, pak” exciting Icha. The driver looked at him from the middle spy.

“Which house, deck?” ask the women next to the driver.

“Sido Dadi, bu” reply Icha.

“Loh, sido dadi? Same house bu Maryati, duck?” ask the mother again.

“Next bu”

“Where to? His home is in corner”

“Next to his room” replied Icha while chuckling.

“Next to his room?”

“Iya. My son Miss Maryati, bu”

“Owalah” exclaims mother understood.

“We anter aja, pak” take the mother.

“Aduh. No need, ma'am. Pity the others” sahut Icha. He felt bad about the other five passengers.

“But the rain is still heavy, nduk”

“That's exactly it, ma'am. Road, difficult. Must have been wallowing, the way. Where muddy again, often”

“Ber also anyway, bu” said the driver.

“Yes, if so. Here, bring mom's umbrella! You don't have an umbrella. The coat also seems not to bring”

“He he” Icha cringed in embarrassment, found the mother's guess just right.

“This” said the mother while brandishing her umbrella.

“Lha continues, mother how? Rainy, dong?” ask Icha.

“Quiet! The bus came to the mother's yard, Kok” replied the mother.

“Hem?” Icha doesn't understand.

“This mother, my wife, dek” said the driver.

“Oh. Ha ha ha”

Icha laughed at the driver's explanation. His laughter invited jokes from other passengers.

Finally, come to the end of his journey. He came down and paid the fare. She also thanked him for the umbrella that was lent, and he promised to return it.

*Athamdulillah. Meet the good guys. Than not at all*.

In the pouring rain, Icha stepped foot to cross the road. He took the time to take shelter in a saung, right across the street. He tried to call his family. But there was absolutely nothing to contact.

“Hadeeehh. Fate in the mountains. The signal is still less the same ujan” complained Icha.

“Moreover abis twice saw the sighting. Yes Alloh, so parno, deh”

*AUUUUUKKK*

*GUK GUK GUK GUK GUK*

The sound of a wolf puffed out with the sound of a dog. In the vicinity of the place there are still many dogs. Both those who are still wild and those who are kept as livestock guards.

*Sraaaaakk*

Icha was surprised to hear the sound of bushes clashing against each other. Right near where he is. A line of lines split through the bushes from a distance approaching him.

“A... What is it?”

Icha's footsteps stopped. His eyes were fixed on the line that was getting closer to him.

*Sraaaac*

“AAAAA”

Icha squealed loudly, even though she was holding back. But for only a few seconds he was surprised. Because it turned out that it was just a herd of wild boars that passed across the road.

“Huuufftt Huuufftt Huuufftt Huuufftt”

Icha's breath was hunting so surprised. Like someone who just sprinted.

“Huuuuf, fiuuuhh”

Icha breathed deeply. Dai tried to calm himself from his shock. It took him a while to relieve his hunting heartbeat. No less than five minutes he spent, to be able to calm down again. He continued his journey while remaining vigilant.

“Why there is still no street lighting, yes?” his comment.

The road lighting from the front of the saung was getting dimmer. Soon enough, it will be dark soon.

“Ya Alloh, feeling rich is not a person here. It's so exciting, this road"

As the streets darken, Icha turns on her cell phone flash. It's bright enough in the middle of the night's darkness like this. He started to enter the forest.

A place known for creepy. To the point of becoming an icon of that village. Because many people from other villages experienced mystical events while passing this road. No matter it's still daytime.

Teak trees that grow large add to the haunted impression of this place. It is said that the villagers do not dare to cut down teak trees here if only to add to the coffers of wealth alone.

Because there are already some people who have bad luck after doing so. Unless it is forced, it can only cut down its teak. Be, there are still many old teak trees that stand firmly towering into space.

The sound of the wind whirring the teak leaves, adding to the silent atmosphere. Icha bristles. He goosebumps feeling the horror atmosphere alone, only befriending the little lights.

When he saw the largest teak tree and was already moss, he saw a large puddle in the middle of the road. The length of the puddle is longer than the volleyball court.

With its width covering the whole body of the road.

With a feeling of misgivings, Icha covered to the left bank. Because he had guessed, if the hole could reach knee-deep, deep.

Moving out of the way, it means having to pass through the roots of the most haunted teak tree in this path. Icha did not dare to look to the left. Seeing the roots poking out from the ground alone had made his guts shrink.

The stories about kuntilanak, genderuwo and his countrymen, back on his mind. Make him speed up his footsteps.

“Alhamdulillah”

He gave thanks when he managed to avoid the pool of water. Once Icha heard the voice of people talking. He turned his head back. He thought that someone else was going to pass by, but there was no one behind him.

"Yes, what was that sound, huh? How is there a sound but there is no form?"

The fear became more and more disturbing. He quickened his footsteps. Occasionally there was still the sound of people chuckling behind him, as if commenting on him. But when he looked, there was no one. He accelerated again his footsteps, like half a run.

“Loh. How do I see that hole again?” ask Icha in shock.