Hawa Waha
They're on the come.

Yes tonight I have to go there again, this is a strange incident that I have experienced. Ko can I get to it, but all my life I know about the problem of ghoib like this is only in movies or fiction but it turns out I can be carried there?

"Sir Dirman, he says he wants to nengokin his sick brother?" ask me to come to Mr. Dirman who is watered plants in the front yard.

"Well what, tomorrow can too" he replied with a smile.

"Sir Dirman mending just leave this afternoon I happen to also want to have business at home alone.Take leave 2 or 3 days is okay"

"How's dinner going?"

"Everything sir, I usually myself abroad.has no matter what at 3 pm please come home sir"

"Well, I'm good to finish this and keep taking a shower"

"It's a pack there's a little bekel to go home, hehe ga a lot but good for the handle"

"Ewaste.maturnuwun njjih"

I saw the plants in my parents' house so fast and it grew so well, all made by Dirman. From the front side to the back is very beautiful and soothing.

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After Mr. Dirman left, I prepared myself with an afternoon bath and took out the Jantring Mas keris. Tonight I will be there again, not forgetting I took out the Jasmine flowers given by Waha.

While drinking coffee and smoking I wait for the arrival of magrib time. This time I took the time to write down all the events in my little book. Starting at the departure time. I want to know how long I've been there and also as proof of my astral journey.

When the adzan magrib finished reverberating, I quickly picked up the ablution water and performed the magrib prayer.

Well, here's happened for the first time an unpleasant incident. When I did the magrib prayer precisely in the last moment, I heard the sound of the kitchen door behind like someone was opening slowly.

I thought that Mr. Dirman forgot something and went home yes I finished praying first.

"Sir Dirman? is anyone missing?" ask me while folding my prayer mat and my sheath.

It was strange that there was no answer from Mr. Dirman, but I could hear the hiss sound exactly like when I went down the stairs to the meeting with Waha.

"Sir Dirman?" I asked again from the room.

Still unanswered, I looked at the window outside it seemed dark, at that time the lights of the house belom alu turn on both inside and on the page. So it's all dark.

I stepped out of the room, but my steps stopped near the kitchen door I saw the long-haired black figure I had seen in the backyard first.

"Assalamualaikum who is this?!" I asked in a rather loud voice.

The dark atmosphere made me able to clearly see the movement of the black figure. Back the hissing sound like a mantra being recited was heard, this time coming from that figure.

I remembered my keris that I put on the table not far from the kitchen and remembered Waha's message to keep the keris.

I walked slowly towards the table and picked up the keris as my eyes continued to look towards the kitchen.

I slowly pulled out the keris from the white blanket that covered it while reading Basmalah. The keris I pulled out turned out to slowly give a heat effect on my hand. The situation at that time was pitch-black.

The kitchen door slowly opened until finally the door opened wide, From the dim black figure that clumped solid until finally became the figure of an old woman. I saw clearly the shape, her hair was randomly scrambled her face was full of wrinkles but at its most sinister both of her eyes were black and looked sharply at me. The clothes are similar to ancient Javanese, baby because it is dark I can not see whether the cloth is batik or not.

He held up his finger which had a very long and curved nail. He glanced at my keris. From his mouth he let out a hissing sound like a snake.

And it turns out that this figure communicates using telepathic means so that I can understand its meaning. It says...

"You'd better hand the kris to me! Because it's not yours I'm the rightful owner!"

Suddenly I felt courage, I lifted the keris in my hand and turned it towards him.

While saying so I went forward, keris I libas libaskan towards him. In a flash arrived the figure disappeared leaving an infinite smell of carrion. I had to close my nose as if the whole house had a lot of dead rats. My stomach feels nauseous to vomit!.

The light switch on, my eyes looking towards the kitchen. It seems he disappeared somewhere. I opened all the kitchen cabinets and also the cupboards in the back of the kitchen but they were all empty.

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When I stepped in from the barn behind the house to the entrance of the house as if slammed, the door closed by itself! The lights in the house immediately died everything turned dark again.

From behind the mango tree I saw 2 red-colored eye rays looking at me.

I ran closer to the tree with a keris I held forward. There, the pair of eyes as if flying up the tree disappeared. The pair of eyes flew with a shrill laughing voice..Hihihihi...!

Back the smell of carrion filled the backyard.

Then the door of the house suddenly opened by itself...

Just now I went inside, I saw a garbage can in the back like kicked by people.message the contents, fortunately I belom throw what are just a few plastic bags of fried noodle wrap.

Surprisingly the whole house has now become fragrant again, the smell of carrion has disappeared.

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"This is actually Mr. Dirman" I said when I saw from the glass door Mr. Dirman tried to open the front door.

"Bent sir..!" I said step towards the front door.

Mr. Dirman stood in front of the door without making a sound just looking at me.

"So did you forget, sir? It's a good thing I'm sleeping in the door" I deliberately didn't tell you what happened in this house a while ago.

"You take the forgotten pants" he said and walked towards his room.

I was confused as to why Mr. Dirman did not have a smile, and the rich are a bit disrespectful, usually he is cheap to smile and say sorry if disturbing. Here he is silent.

I'm sorry maybe his mind is in a mess thinking about his sick brother.

Not long after he came out of his room again and like that, did not say what immediately stepped out of the house. Even Mr. Dirman didn't say goodbye.

Aahh.have let him be so, understand his mind is heavy. I focused on going to Waha.

When I was about to sit down I saw his alphabet left behind.I knew it was his favorite prayer mat. He must need it, but not far away I asked him to take it again.

After several times I called no answer and just about to turn off arrived the voice of Mr. Dirman replied there.

"Hello.sorry late lift, I was bothering to take care of other families who came home" he said that made me surprised.

"Well, sir, here's a letter of forgetfulness mumpung belom far back again taken"

"Oh no matter what, I can use a family here"

"Sir Dirmana where is the current position?"

"House, he was busy, many came"

Dheg.my heart stopped my hair standing up..Who just came??"

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