Mystery of Grandma's House
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That night was different from the previous nights that I passed. This time it was so warm, full of laughter. In accompany a teko wedang ginger and banana fritters made by my future in-laws (hopefully), we six dissolve in chat. A little lighten the burden and pressure I experienced when setting foot in this place.

Even the time flow does not feel past the early hours. Ayu and Aunt Ningsih chose to sleep because they were not strong, he said. As well as the tutik bi who chose to go home, leaving three different generation men who were still cool to chat without showing any drowsiness.

"Well that means who's at grandma's house right now??,". My toot.

"After Sewage does not exist, the house is reportedly in kosongi now. Ningsih also now chooses a boarding house outside the village. But, reportedly the father of some villagers that you can trust, on the night of Kliwon Friday, once in a while they saw a group of people in black robes enter the house. They don't know exactly how many. Even now the house has been built by the gate and given a page, and I'm sure Utomo and Tiwi did it,". Obviously father.

"Why can they do it and dad why can't they just? Father's biological children grandmother, father has greater rights than both of them,". My objection.

"You really should be my father studying law to be a famous lawyer. Your intelligence surpassed father's when you were your age. Listen, father son, now that the ownership papers are held between the two cursed men, they are cunning and if father goes against them, father is sure to lose in the eyes of the law, But I'm also curious about what my confidants say about the black-robed group,". Obviously father.

"Your son and father, equally horrified to speak heavily, my little brain so difficult to grasp bro,". Gumam mas Didik who had just watched our debate. Hearing that, me and Dad just smiled.

"What if we infiltrate there??,". My proposal to dad.

"Pas, it's Kliwon Friday night. Golden opportunity for the three of us, immediately prepare yourself and equip yourself with what you once entrusted,". Firmly father with spirit.

"His own father how???,". My toot.

"Let's not worry about Dad, please,". Say father with a smile. His face that was exposed to the moonlight bias enough to make my adrenaline rush.

"Gusti prince, father son kok equally reckless to Yo,". Said mas Didik who was a little funny because it looked a little shaky to see what was on our minds.

"Let's go, then we'll go through the back. Through the coffee garden there is not too conspicuous for the three of us. Take care of each other, we don't know what we're dealing with, so be careful,". Father says.

"And remember! Whatever you see along the way. Ignore it!!!,". Tell dad with a cold face.

After a short discussion we decided to leave that night as well. The clock shows 2 hours in the morning. The cold had already started to pierce through the thick jacket I was wearing. It looks like Dadik and dad also seem to shiver because the temperature is too cold for us. After 15 minutes of driving we parked the motorbike we used to piggyback three around the mosque area which is not too far from the grandmother's house. After that we continued on foot.

Didik and I just followed, while the father who was looking for a way for us could be closer to the family home of the father. We walked down the creek behind the magnificent house with the joglo architecture. The river I visited with Aye. The gurgling sound of water was enough to disguise the sound of the footsteps of the three of us. Luckily for us it turned out that the concrete fence that surrounded the house had not fully covered so we did not need to climb the wall because there were still many gaps for us to get into the neighborhood.

After a short distance, the smell of frankincense began to seep in our smell. I heard a crowd of people like they were partying. The pendopo that once scared me is now even a venue for depraved rituals. It's true what the confidant's father reported. They are on average dressed in black with some people wearing black robes like witches in Hollywood movies.

"Father will record all the activities of this ritual, who knows useful later,". Tukas daddy's busy with his camera phone.

After almost half an hour of watching the immoral act. Seen this time there is a figure that looks like a woman with a fat and short body wearing a Butokolo mask, complete with long canines. Holding a tray on top of which there is a place to put charcoal that has been lit along with incense that has been lit, the, a small basin of water with various flowers and looks like several eggs wrapped in white cloth. What do they want to do???

The woman then sat down in the middle of the courtyard. The whistling dances and barbaric activities they stopped while leaving music still pounding through the speakers. They try to focus on the woman as well as us. I hinted for a slight shift in fear that someone would see us at a distance of less than 10 meters from the masked woman. Dad and Dadidik followed me by focusing on the woman who seemed to be starting the ritual.

Suddenly from inside the house there were two people who were dragged to face the masked woman. The two young men gathered with bruised faces, unclear what was said from the mouth that had been bleeding. The woman did not even look at them at all she still sat like a medi to her back, wait a minute!! Wasn't that the thug who hit me this afternoon until I fainted? What will happen to him. A man in a black ski mask with only his mouth and eyes was standing behind the two young men, then untied his hands. With lightning the young man who was released slightly ran away. Now lives the thug with the twisted stocky body alone. Till...

The dorrrrrr dorrrr dorrrrr!!!

Three eruptions hit the head and body of the ill-fated thug. Instantly his bongsor body collapsed to the ground leaving a puddle of deep red carnation. We were surprised to see that happen. Dad nudged my arm giving a code to keep watch. I understood then grabbed a gun that was fully loaded. It looks like Didik has also prepared with his machete. After the young man collapsed before long some people immediately deftly cleaned the already cold and lifeless stiff body. I could only tremble at the sight of him. I don't know what mistakes make the thugs must directly face God without any chance to repent.

After the may*t was cleared, the man with the gun in his hand removed the mask. Holy jeez!! What I'm seeing isn't wrong and hallucinating, is it? That's Andre, isn't it? even the students seem surprised to see it. I never thought Andre was one of them. It doesn't look like his life is as perfect as I imagined. Andre then approached the woman who had not budged at all when behind him there was just a shooting that resulted in one life lost. He seems to have gotten used to the current situation. After whispering something a little Andre then took a few steps back. I don't know why I want to call them all on my own soon. Hew

Still glued to the few incidents before my eyes, suddenly a sharp shrill like piercing my eardrum. It turned out that all the painful sounds came from the old woman.

"Hihihihihihi hihihi kill him!! Aaaaayakan ku bb-free you from my shackles!! Hihihih,". He screamed with a voice that really hurt my hearing.

Along with the cry of the masked woman was also the boisterous applause that accompanied her, Suddenly the lights in the house went out simultaneously. A party full of sparkling lights that glow now is like lost in the thick swallow of the night.

"Haha!!! Are you here to surrender!!!! Pursue and kill them for me!!!," . The cry that had just changed was now a heavy and raucous sounding voice. The hand pointing to where we were was was quite a shock to me, although our darkness could still be a little helped by the perfectly rounded moonlight. The situation is currently we are starting to experience panic.

"Run!!!,". Shouted dad at us.

Without waiting any longer we ran away leaving the savage place. I don't know the direction of just running as fast as it is in my mind. Hopefully Dad and Dad can also survive. I kept crashing at whatever was within reach of my feet. Keep running crashing through a collection of cassava trees that are quite high. Several times I fell down but considering what and how many people were going to come after me, I tried to run as far as possible.

After a long time I ran, feeling that no one was chasing me, I stopped for a moment at what time it was. Will I be able to see the day turn into light again or will my fate be exhausted here. This time I rested my feet on a big rock on the river. All I know is that I'm out of the plantation area. However, I don't know where I am. With a standby attitude while praying continuously I held a gun in my hand. I will face whatever comes near I can no longer run if I have to. My legs I felt sore and sore, at first glance it seemed to even bleed fresh, it seemed like I stepped on a lot and kicked the roots of the tree. But who cares? Right now there is only life or death!!

Seriate....