Grudge of Grief: Kasyaf
horror at the terminal

"Yo terminal, terminal, terminal"

Someone shouted from the front of the bus. Yeah, he's the co-driver of a bus. Red buses run slowly. A girl in a parachute jacket who had fallen asleep was shocked to hear the co-driver's call.

"Cuwik, mas" exclaimed one of the passengers. The passenger walked forward.

The girl in the parachute jacket prepared her bag. He also checked his phone. No short messages or phone calls came in. But the photo of the mother is directly displayed on the front screen.

He breathed a heavy breath. It was as if there were some serious issues related to the mother.

He opened a short message from someone he named contact, adek. An old photo, which she received six months ago, she pressed onto the screen of her phone.

A photo of a wedding, from a pair of people who look no longer young. The photo took place behind the two brides. There is a circle that frames the bridegroom. There is an arrow that shows a letter. Father, as the letter that the arrow was pointing at.

For a moment the girl was drowning in her daydream. Some actions began to he put in his mind, which he was supposed to do when he got home. However, the red light of the T-junction resuscitates it that the destination terminal will soon be visible. He immediately brushed off the wishful thinking and pocketed his phone back.

"Where to?"

The girl's attention was shifted to the left. A man in the other seat smiled at her.

"Sido Dadi, mas" replied the girl.

"Gee. Still far away, dong" the man commented.

"Yes" replied the girl.

"Where's the reason?" Continue the girl.

"Sewu's Pall" replied the man.

"Device, dong?"

"Yes. Wanna stop by?" Tempt the man.

"Thank you, mas. I've been waiting for you" refused the girl.

"OKAY. When are we back again? Don't-don't see you again, old" seduced the man again.

"Wad. I don't think I'm back, mom"

"Loh why? Abis the contract, is it?"

"He he's. That's it, deh"

"Oh" the man nodded.

"Yes already. I doain, I hope I get a spit out of work again"

"Amiinu. Thanks, my prayer"

The red bus went into the terminal. All the passengers, not least with the girl preparing to disembark.

Several times he refused the offer of a motorcycle taxi driver and rickshawman when just down. He walked to the local bus departure.

For a moment he looked at the clock on his phone. It's past seven o'clock in the night. He seemed to be thinking, remembering the scheduled departure of the bus. And he was sure, there should still be one or two more trips to his village.

Yes Alloh, I should be happy to set foot again in my homeland. Three years can not go home it feels very same all. But coming home with the contract expired like this, like someone who lost the war, it felt.

The girl plays her phone while walking. He just stood at the corner of his eye without paying attention to his path completely. The important thing is still the wall on his left and right, he kept walking.

But over time he became suspicious. This terminal should not have a passageway this long. But he felt like he had walked down the corridor of the terminal Tirtonadi.

The girl paused for a moment. He spread his eyes around. Behind him, the end of this corridor was already invisible, because he had turned the direction several times. In the future, the other end is not yet visible.

"The terminal is expanded, huh? But how is the design strange? It's too vintage" murmured the girl.

He's back on his way. This time he didn't play his phone. He wholeheartedly looked around him. Really, he felt very strange with this city terminal.

The more he walked, it was as if he was back in time. The rooms on his left-right were like they had not just been built. At least not in the last three years. The doors and windows in the rooms were large, identical to the European architectural style. Similar to buildings in the old city of Jakarta.

Srek srek

The sound of people sweeping. The girl quickened her pace. And right, she saw a grandmother sweeping the floor.

Unlike the grandmothers of today who prefer to wear negligee, the grandmothers are still wearing a pull and clothes typical of Javanese women in the past.

The broom used is also not a broom that is commonly used today. The broom still uses coconut coir with bamboo as the handle.

"Excuse me, mbah" said the girl.

"Nggeh" answered the grandmothers in Javanese.

"You ask, mbah. The bus departs to the east, which way is it, Mbah?" Ask the girl.

"Mriko" replied the cessation.

He pointed to his left. Not without reason, there was a branch corridor in front of him, or to the right of the girl.

"Oh. Still far, huh?"

"Mboten" answered the callah using Javanese again.

"Oh. It's not far away, mba. Thanks"

"Snouts"

The girl walked again. He was even more excited because he would soon arrive at the end of this corridor.

But he became suspicious, when this corridor increasingly less illumination. If it is still operational hours, lighting should not be reduced. It was already more than ten meters he was walking, yet he had yet to meet the end of this corridor. Even the lighting is getting unfriendly.

"God. That's what?"

The girl stopped her steps. His gaze was fixed on the three white-colored objects hanging on the ceiling of the corridor. Underneath the white objects was a frail-looking table that supported the three white objects.

"Rice bags or what, huh?"

The girl was still thinking positively. He continued in his footsteps even though he was now very slow and very alert.

"A'udzubillahi minas syaitonirrojim"

The girl recited prayers as she got closer to the object hanging from the ceiling of the corridor. He picked up his phone and turned on his flashlight.

"Allohu Akbar"

He was shocked as he pointed his Flash light towards the white object.

"Po, po, pocong?" Mumbled wailing.

The three objects were now clear in his eyes, not a sack of rice. The three objects were clearly in the form of a whole pocongan. The fabric is new. The three pockmarks are hanging on the neck. It's just that his face doesn't look. The rope that hung the three seemed to be stiffening but not yet fully tensed.

Braakk

"Yeah"

The girl shouted loudly, as the frail table in front of her suddenly broke. The three points are now fully dependent.

"Tolooong"

He was afraid not to play, when he found out the three babble.

Keekh, eeeek, keech

There was also the sound of people suffocating from the direction of the conversation. It was as if it was a living human being and was serving a hanging sentence.

"Tolooong"

The girl ran back towards her arrival. He was running, hoping to meet the grandmothers.

"Woo patent ae!"

"Come on. Ae patent!"

"Huh?"

The girl suddenly put the brakes on her steps, as soon as she saw there were hordes of people persecuting the grandmothers earlier. Half-jumped he entered into one of the rooms that happened to be open door.

"Ampuuun, amuuuun"

The voice of the grandmothers was begging the horde of men earlier. But it seemed that the horde had no mercy.

They sounded rude to the grandmother. This includes a man, a young mother and even a child.

"Yinjangaan!"

Buaaakk

"Jantooo"

Tub tub

There was the sound of screaming accompanied by blows and kicks alternately. The mob was like it was intent on torturing. Because the minutes have changed but the sound of punches and kicks did not stop. The voice of the young mother and the young man grew heartbreaking.

Tub tub

"Grandfather!"

Braaaakk

"Jantoooo"

"Nowoooo"

There were screaming and crying. But there was also laughter from the crowd. Like a footballer who scores goals.

However, among his fears, he still remembered something. Yes, he felt he had to record the cruel act. He felt he had to report the matter. Because if he had to prevent it, he felt that it was impossible.

With all his might he suppressed his fear. He lowered his body, fell to the floor. With a slow movement he tried to peek while preparing his phone to record.

Kraaakk

"Huh?"

"Martiii"

The girl almost let go of the voice. Just peeking, a cruel act occurred before his eyes.

"Martiii"

Young mother, his head was broken due to beheaded one of the horde. Without the slightest cringe the person instead cheered with excitement while brandishing the celurit he was wearing to slash the young mother's neck earlier. While the young mother of the victim, still wriggling dying.

The husband could only cuss and cry hysterically, seeing the wife dying covered in blood before his eyes. Not far from him, the boy had first fallen with his head broken.

"All right now, don't waste time!" Shouted one of them.

"Yes. The village demon must be finished immediately" said another.

"Metul" said another.

One of them gave a signal. And four people went forward, the others retreated. Two of them carried four bamboo sticks that were quite long.

"Not to be sad, Lurah. You and your mother we'll take you to see your wife and daughter. Ha ha ha ha" said the person who gave the gesture.

"Ang********t. I swear. My descendant will finish your descendant, Wulung"

"Lurah Mardianto's. Still can snack, apparently" ridiculed the man called Wulung. His men laughed.

"Which of your children, To? A sutopo? Your firstborn's the planga-plongo?"

*Brother*?

The girl felt familiar with the name called by the Wulung.

"What is Rukmini? Uh. She, too, got my shakeup hooked. Ha ha ha" asked Wulung again.

*Jeez. What they mean is my legs. Rukmini is his sister, Mbah Topo. Who fell on the mountain. Then that's my great-grandfather, dong? Keep going, where am I? What am I seeing, what*?

Wulung and the others laughed off without any pity at all. While the so-called Mardianto lurah can only cry and continue to curse. The girl was even glued.

"Breally, ki. Brush directly" exclaimed one of Wulung's men.

"Work!" Answer the Wulung.

The four people divided themselves into two pairs. Each one held two bamboos. They made the letter X right around the grandmothers and men's necks. They seemed to be pinning the necks of the two with the bamboo. Two four men came to help four people who were holding bamboo.

"Do it!"

"Huh?" The girl almost squealed again.

"Yeahaaa"

"Heek"

"Keeeeekh"

As expected, the eight people actually clamped the necks of the grandmothers and her child with all their might.

With their hands and feet tied, they could not fight at all. Both of them squirm to feel the pain is very intense, as well as the breath is increasingly stingy.

The girl appeared to be eager to thwart the assassination attempt on her great-grandfather. But he can't move. His body was stiff as a weariness.

He could only cry watching the cruelty before his eyes. He could not move his eyes at all. To make sure the camera is working or not.

The shadow of the dead saccharotulist even made his entire body feel pained. He closed his eyes. Hope the atrocity will end soon and he can leave this place soon.

*Darr*

"Aww"

"Woooooiii"

A gun eruption shocked the girl. The situation before his eyes changed.

*Darrr darrr darrr darrr*

Eruptions after eruptions accompanied the sound of people screaming in surprise and running off the ridge.

"Bapaaaaa"

There was the sound of a man screaming.

"Simboooks"

Sia ran and directly hit the body of the woman who was decapitated.

"Simboooooks"

He screamed again. He raised his head as he shouted in anger.

Topo Mbah?

The girl knew who the crying man was. Even though the man was very young.

"Facing you Wulung" cried the man.

"You must die at my hands, Wulung" he continued.

"Topo don't!"

A man held him, as the sutopo ran.

"Topo wants to chase Wulung, den. Want Topo to kill that damned human. Haaaa"

"Topo, no!"

"Why did Raden ban me, ha?" Shouted Sutopo.

He shook the hand of the man he called Raden. But it did not produce results. The different male of around fifteen was too strong for him who was only fifteen years old.

"If Gusti Bendoro is beheaded like this, can Raden Manaf still be patient, huh?" Sutopo.

"I know, Po. I-i know. But he's a sakti mandraguna. Let alone fight against man, demit aja subjugated with him"

"Topo doesn't care. The debt of life is paid for, den"

"If you die, who will take care of Rukmini? You want Rukmini to be a whore with Wulung?"

Getting such a question, Sutopo loosened his revolt. He looked at the person he called Raden Manaf with a questionable look.

"Bend you, revenge me too, Po" said Raden manaf, after Sutopo calmed down.

"I will definitely take your revenge. He targeted your parents, it was because he had a grudge against Father Duke Mangkunegaran. I'd have told you"

"Yes but can't Topo move on his own, Den?" Sutopo asked half-crying.

"Can. But there's one thing you should know. He's not going to fight you, Po. He'll let you live. So do I. He will make us see with our own eyes how he will divide and finish off our children one by one. Like his wife and children who were victims when he was raided by the Mangkunegaran troops. So it's free to pursue. He's crashing"

"What?"

"If you think he's just like Mardi, you're wrong, Po. He's as good as my great-grandfather. He can't be killed. He could only be killed in one day. The most apes day for all of his science. Before that day comes, you must learn kanuragan and kadigdayan. Rahmi is your responsibility as husband"

"Rahmy?"

"You too, Ismo" cried Raden Manaf.

"Me, Den?"

*sewage*?

As when recognizing the sutopo, the girl seemed to be very familiar with the man called Ismo. Although the Ismo is still as good as Sutopo.

"As a master, you must be careful! Keep your wife from being fooled by Wulung's deception! Visit that village flower. But he's weak"

"Juragans? See it?" Ask Ismo.

*Tun*?

"What warlock, den? I am the same as Sutopo, Raden's brother. And see which one, den?" Ismo.

"The Domo the Duke said. I received a letter from him yesterday. Do you not believe in the same wangsit that Father Duke received?"

Both silent. No one dared to answer. Sutopo looked only at the people covering his family's body.

"If you don't believe me, go ahead! Please chase Wulung until you can. But if you die and Wulung becomes Rukmini and Rahmi as his whores, I'm not responsible"

Sutopo did not answer. He just lowered his body. Now he is gathered to look at the bodies of his parents, his youngest brother and also his symbol. Ismo is in the mood. Raden Manafpun humbled himself.

"And as friends, you have to trust each other! If I'm still alive, I'll point you at me. But if I'm dead, I'll drop the money for you. You have to believe the money I put on one of you! Take it, let the sacrifice of Lek Mardi and mbok Marti not in vain!" Raden Manaf.

"Sir, deck"

A reprimand and clap on his shoulders, made the girl flinch.

"What's up here?"