I Turned Out I Had Khodam
Chapter 115

Meka just nodded confirming their words.

"Yes, I amuuun Mek...! How sorry for him! How can the story happen? I'm so scared of Mek!" says Isna.

"Where do we go to Mek? Are we going to come to that house. I'm horrified Mek if there," continued Deon.

"Yes Mek, let's go back to Jogja. Later even we are targeted," said Isna again.

"We have to go there Na....We come here together with the group, we must know the situation there," Meka replied.

"Yes, we have to look directly at the situation there. You do not want to let go of the responsibility of other students. Let's get through this together. We've come this far and we have to finish it" Dosga said.

Then Zain drove his car at a moderate speed. They passed through several houses there. Some have hut houses are not even worth using, some are luxurious houses like palaces. What a different view.

"What really happened in this village? Why so mysterious?" think Meka.

"You will meet someone who will tell you about the true state of this Village," Meka suddenly heard her Khodam saying.

He took a deep breath and slowly blew it away. Meka was still confused as to what to do. Whether to continue or report all this to the police. But the mind of Meka, the police will not believe things that smell mystical.

"I'm confused, do we have to report to the police about their disappearance? Their families must have asked where they were. And why we even exist" said Meka confusion.

"Oh yes Mek! I didn't think until there. Then what should we do?" ask Deon.

"Mas, try to contact one of the Lecturers at the Campus. And try to ask them, whether Ms. Arin today entered the Campus or not" said Meka who asked her husband to contact her Lecturer friend at the Campus.

"Why do you have to contact the Lecturer at the Campus dear? They know we are touring activities here," replied Zain who is still focused on bringing his car.

"Try Mas, I think all this feels like it was planned as well as Bu Arin yes," said Meka suspicious.

"Try me, I will contact them."

Then Zain stopped his car in one of the residents' houses that seemed to be unfit for use. Houses made of cement and roofed ordinary zinc and walls of wood. The car pulled over immediately. Zain took his cell phone and contacted one of the Lecturers at the Campus who today had lecture hours.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mr. Ahmad!" call Zain.

"Wa'alaikumussalam Mr. Zain...! the answer.

"Sir Ahmad today there are lecture hours at our Campus?" ask Zain.

"Yes Mr. Zain. Oh yes Mr Zain where have you been two days?" ask Mr. Ahmad.

"What do you mean, sir?" Zain asked back.

"So I went to your class. Because from yesterday Mr. Zain did not enter teaching. So I and Ms. Arin who replaced Mr. Zain teach" explained Mr. Ahmad.

"Bu Arin's on Campus, sir?" asked Zain who was surprised.

"Yes, he is in his class now Mr. Zain" he replied.

"How could Sir! We yesterday held a tour of activities for extension to the village," said Mr. Zain confused.

"Loh, what about Mr. Zain. The tour will be held next month with responsible Lecturers and students who will participate. Because the ballom there is agreement from the Campus," explained Mr. Ahmad.

"This is impossible sir! We did it yesterday, so I didn't go to teach" Zain replied.

"Sir Zain is strange. Yes sir, I want to go to my room first. Father do not long permit," said Mr. Ahmad who stopped his chat.

Zain did not answer, he immediately turned off his phone. His gaze was blank and his mind was chaotic for an instant.

"How is it possible!" What's going on?" muttered Mr. Zain.

"Mas, what's wrong with you? What did the Lecturer say?" ask Meka not patience.

"It looks like we were deliberately played with Ms. Arin. I am confused by this incident" he said, looking ahead.

Then from inside the rickety house came out the figure of an old grandfather who used a turban on his head. The grandfather looked towards their car. He approached the car and knocked on the door.

"Eh Mek see that there are grandparents," pointed Isna.

Zain turned to his side and saw the old man knocking on Isna's glass door. Zain opened it and greeted the old man.

"Assalamu'alaikum cake? Sorry if we parked the car in front of this house," Zain said politely.

"What are you doing to this village?" ask her.

"They are no longer there. Why did you come to that house? Let's go to my house first," take the grandfather.

"Mek, do you trust that grandpa? He will be like everyone else" Deon said.

"Yes Mek, look at his house so rickety. Serem ih tuh grandfather," continued Isna.

"We better follow Grandpa's invitation. Do you know we have a lead" said their Dosga.

"Yes, you're right. The grandfather must have wanted to tell us something, so let us enter his house" Meka replied.

Then Meka and her two best friends got out of the car. While Mr. Zain parked his car to the yard of the house. After that he caught up with Meka who walked to the terrace of the house.

""Let's go, kid, you better get inside, it's not good out there," the grandfather asked.

The four of them entered the house and saw the contents of the house. There's nothing at all. Only the mats are held on the floor.

After we all entered the house, Grandpa's wife suddenly came out of the kitchen and saw us.

"There's a guest tok sir! Why did they come here sir? Did Ki Baron ask for more collateral, sir this month?" ask his wife.

"Mom, let them sit down first and make a drink for them" her husband told her.

"Yes sir" his wife replied.

"Oh yes, please sit down. Let's make it good for us to tell the story" said the grandfather.

Meka and the others sat down lesehan stabbed. Meka looked around, and did not get a family photo of this grandfather there.

"Oh yeah cake, we're here because there's a mind-blowing solution. I hope to get help from my grandfather" Meka said.

"How many of your entourage came to this village" asked the Grandfather.

"We had quite a lot of Cakes, there was one Bus. And we were told to stay in that big house Ex" explained Meka.

"Did you guys meet Ki Baron and the Village Chief? They told you to stay in that house?" ask Grandpa again.

"Yes Kek, but we don't know what happened because we were sleeping out of the village last night" Meka replied.

"Thank God, you have it. Otherwise, you will also experience the same thing with your friends," said the grandfather.

"What does Grandpa mean? What's with those cakes?" ask Isna who is talking.

"They are all gone. All have been slaughtered by Ki Baron and other supernatural beings. I couldn't do anything to help them" the old man regretted.

"May I know about this village?" pinta Zayn.

"Nobody will survive if they enter this village. Unless those who brought the tumbar went into this village," explained the Grandfather.

"Bringing tumbals? Mean cake?" ask Meka.

"Do you want to hear it?"

They nodded their heads in unison at Grandpa's words.

"The person who brought you here is part of one of the descendants of the people in this village. So that he can freely enter this village," said the Grandpa.

"That means Mek, Bu Arin the son of the villagers?" ask Deon not to believe it.

"I think you already know who it is" Grandpa continued.

"Oh my goodness Mek....! Pantes aja he really spirit ngakak us to this village. What about other Lecturers and other students? Are there any descendants in this village?" ask Isna.

"Gw don't know Na, if some of our friends are also descendants from this village!" meka reply.

"You must be confused and not believe! But it has often happened once a month they will bring in the growth to this village to hand it over to Ki Baron and enrich their families who are here," explained the Grandfather.

"Can Grandpa tell us how this old village is. And why can it be a haunted village and its inhabitants are already at an age!" pinta Zain was getting curious.

"The story is long, young man. But if you still want to listen to him, I will tell you about this village," said the Grandfather.

"Yes Kek, we will listen to him and hope all this can be done" Meka hoped.