RUN
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*POV Author

The headmaster gasped after hearing the words of Wanto. He fell silent, there was no other choice but to obey what Wanto wanted, after all they themselves could not handle the case of ghosts in school even though they had used another ustadz. Ghosts here, as if only submissive and willing to listen to the words of Wanto only.

Prohibition of entry to the school at night has indeed been a long time, it's just that the ban on entry to the art room, only this time in the cetus by Wanto. But, from the abstinence made by the Wanto family, it had a good impact, as if to stay away from bad things, even though in the end, it was good, there are school activities at night that must be changed to daytime because of the abstinence.

"So, should we apply that abstinence?" ask the principal, make sure.

"Yes, it's good now you convey this information to all school residents, in order to replace teaching and learning activities in the art room to be elsewhere."

The headmaster snorted, his body stiffened and his shoulders stiffened. "Then, information for the subtle-beings, how?" tanyanya bitter, while looking for the look on the face of the young man beside her.

"That's leave it to God. I as an intermediary, may Allah provide convenience and protect us all." said Wanto, with a relaxed look on his face. Even he was too relaxed than the headmaster's face that had been continuously matting.

"Then, what will the art room be converted into? Can't we just empty that room? Moreover, the room was on the top floor and was the room at the very end of the other place. Leaving it empty is the same as making it more haunted, right?" said the headmaster, staring into the glass containing tea that began to cool.

Wanto just fell silent while nodding his head. "Yes, Sir. I-i understand. Then, we should just talk to the ghost waiting for the art room." he said as he sipped the remaining tea at the end of the glass, then moved after putting the glass back.

The school principal did something similar. Hurriedly he took a sip of tea that was still full, then immediately followed Wanto who thrust his head into the house.

"Dec, I'm out for a second. When I get home, the food is ready. I am hungry." he asked.

"Geggih, Mas." said his wife from the inside.

Smile sumringah burst from the face of Wanto after hearing the voice of his wife. He knows, despite being worried, but his wife always trusts him. He heard a sweet voice when he answered her husband's question. There is nothing more pleasing than the wife's blessing to her duty. He was grateful that his wife had accepted him.

"Come, sir." take Wanto, while stepping quickly out of his yard.

The principal followed, while coding the teachers and police waiting in the biology room. The headmaster shook his hand, so that they pretended not to see him and also Wanto.

Even so, it seems that this time Wanto did not mind the presence of teachers and the police. "Udah, Sir. It's okay now. The important thing is that we have discussed it together, so my arrival to the art room is just to talk to the creatures that are there. They come along is okay. So that they feel calm when they see it directly" said Wanto, making teachers and the police run in droves to follow him.

They climbed up through the side stairs that were outside the building. It was only up to the boundary of the second floor, to climb up to the third floor, then they had to enter the room because the floor was in the middle of the inner building. When they entered the second floor, they let the students stare in wonder at them while whispering.

Of course they already knew what was going on, and where these people were headed.

Wanto and the others began to head to the third floor stairs. When their feet stepped on the floor, suddenly Mading who was on the wall fell, making Bu Desti scream in surprise.

"Yahooah!!" screeched, making the principal and the two policemen flinch. They were surprised to hear the voice of Bu Desti, and looked at the woman with astonished looks. Bu Desti smiled shyly with a sour face. "Sorry, Sir. I was shocked." he said, rubbing his chest.

They continue their journey. The art room that is usually close, somehow feels very far away. In the morning, this third floor room is not stepped on anyone, quiet because it has not been used for exculpation or lesson hours.

The sound of their shoes was not in rhythm, although there was no wind, but the curtain blushed with a tightness. Bu Desti scrunched up his body, he rubbed his nape while staring carefully throughout the room, even until his body bent.

Wusha!!

A group of things passed in the room, accompanied by the sound of falling objects and the whirling of strong winds. Bu Desti closed his mouth, unwilling to shout like before even though he felt very scared.

Although in the morning, somehow the atmosphere of the third floor room was suddenly gloomy. The sunlight seemed reluctant to enter, and the room lights did not provide the best lighting. This feeling of anxiety grew even more so, especially when they were almost closer to the art room.

The bodies of these people suddenly cold, even nausea is held in the stomach and esophagus. The body became trembling, even their footsteps grew heavier, except for Wanto who was still holding a smile on his face.

"Don't be afraid, they're welcome" he said, walking in front of them all.

Whichever person likes the welcome of ghosts, everyone will definitely feel scared of it. And they felt that Wanto was quite strange this time.

Degs.. Degs.. Degs...

The sound of the heart rang out in rhythm with the clattering of their feet. Right their steps stopped, like that also felt like the heart stopped. They were faced in a room with an artistic door. This carving was made by the white-haired man.

Wanto began to mutter, reading the bismillah in a whisper, before opening the door, while the others just looked at each other unmoved to do the same.

Krieeeeeit...

The door doesn't creak, because it's not a creepy old door. Only, this room was too quiet until a sound as small as an open door could be heard in the ears.

A strange aura spread, entering and piercing into the skin. It was cold, but it was different cold. This room looks ordinary, after being cleaned and used for students to study.

Indeed indeed..

It looks ordinary in the eyes of those who cannot see it, but it looks different in the eyes of those who can see it.

Everyone was silent, looking at each other when they saw Wanto frowning, even entering the room while busy roaring to the right-left.

"Assalamualaikum, servant of Allah.. Show your form if you're in here." said Wanto, glancing around.

He entered, and repeatedly said his greetings. But strangely, the look on his face was still panicked, because something that should have been seen, became invisible in his eyes.

Sweat began to pour from the temple until it soaked his hair. Wanto's breath was instantly congested, not knowing what was happening, but it made the principal and the others panic.

"Great!" he complained, while quickly heading to the closet that had broken down.

"What's wrong? Why?" ask them when they see the tranquility of Wanto becomes lost.

Wanto closed his eyes, and opened them with the inner energy he had. He checked, and was sure that this was not a mistake.

The Albino boy's ghost, isn't in this room?

Of course this is impossible, where Wanto and Adam have made a pact to lock the ghost of the man's kuntilanak at sunrise.

Isn't it morning?? It's supposed to be in here, but...

Now where is he? Why did he get out and out of this place?

Wanto began to raise both of his hands, close his eyes and open his inner eyes. He broke through, trying to find the whereabouts of Kuntilanak's ghost.

Different dimensions start to open. Human nature now looks strange because Wanto opens his inner eye, penetrating all available frequencies.

He heard, a simple voice. Of the many sounds, he managed to capture one different sound. Hoarse and enthusiastic. The voice he knew.

Ck, I'm sure he's smart. He knew who had met me at the time, and he also realized that the strangeness in me was not free to leave the art room. But, why just now? Just try to say it from the past, so I can immediately remember all those events, right??

Wanto. "This child is talking to someone else. With who?? She has friends??" batin Wanto's.

Is Tamusong afraid that I could be locked up again by Kiyai for causing a riot at school today??

"But. kiyai is not that bad. He's not that bad."

"Kiyai?? He called kiyai??" Wanto again. "Isn't that a typical call from ghosts. If he calls me that name, it means he has met a ghost. Because all you know is that it's a fellow ghost."

"Then, now what? It's happened too, it can't be done anymore."

"He asked for the opinion of another figure, who is the ghost?" Wanto chimed in the occult sounds he heard.

"You're leaving, what do you mean?"

"But.. If I leave, I can't meet the person who Kiyai promised. But if I'm locked up in an art room forever, I don't want to be."

"Ck! He did call me kiyai, meaning he had already met experienced ghosts. And the cunning thing is, these ghosts know they can't say my name. Not just because it's going to get hot, but..." Wanto was silent within. "I can hear and penetrate all the words of the ghosts who mention my real name. So, this ghost deliberately took Adam away, without my knowledge??" continued.

Wanto lowered his hardened hand. He clenched his lips tightly, then clasped his fingers firmly.

"On the permission of God.I, a servant of God, beg You, to draw and restore the spirit of Adam, before me, with or without intermediaries." - Inwardly.

He began to pray and pray, making the wind rush into the art room, even the tightly closed window suddenly opened and put the garbage dried leaves falling into it.

Bu Desti shouted while covering his face. The teacher, the principal and two police officers frowned, trying to hold their bodies from the whirling wind that shook his clothes.

All of a sudden, a strange lump of light entered, making their pores bristle. The windows and doors of the art room that opened suddenly closed, making some teachers panic and try to open them.

Cklek!! Cklek!!

They were tugging at the doorknob, but the room was suddenly locked. Panic began to appear on their faces.

They banged on the door screaming. "Please!! Out there, anyone please open the door!!" screeched them while looking towards Wanto who was still closing his eyes while standing up.

The closed window glass began to open, closed again and open, repeatedly until this room was filled with dry leaf litter, dry, the glance makes it look like a leaf-covered grafting area on all sides.

"Yahoooo!! Help, help!!" pekik Bu Desti's.

Wanto opened his eyes, looking frantically at them. "Stortify, fortify yourself with dhikr!! As much as possible, without breaking up!! Because of what we're dealing with..."

"It's the strongest ghost I've ever met."

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