SAWMILL
77. EVEN THE NIGHT IS LOOKING FOR TROUBLE
Author's Note:
Starting this chapter the author continues what is in the sawmill house on the basis of a handful of information from Budi encik obtained when Budi returned to the city of S.
Budi got tolerance from big boss, he every three weeks allowed to return to the city S.
My father came to Budi in S city just to ask what happened there.
But unfortunately a handful of stories from Budi is absolutely nothing interesting, because according to his narrative he never experienced anything terrible there.
Actually quite strange with the mediocre circumstances there, because the pakde I know that there are many terrible things.
But sir, I do not believe what Budi said..
Well here the author must continue the story despite the lack of information from Budi.
But don't worry, sirde several times always come to the house of Mr. Solikin just for friendship and ask about the state of the sawmills.
Then what about Tina, of course, even though my father does not live there, but he is still in touch with Tina.
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Well starting this chapter the author will continue the story about the sawmill house with the shop of Agus and a series of other figures as before.
It's just that this follow-up story is only based on the thoughts of the author who was helped by my pact from a handful of information from Budi and Solikin.
And let's finish what's stuck in that sawhouse
Thank you
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Burhan was waiting for me to go home, proof that the gate was not locked .
Motuba or this old bike bangka I led into the courtyard of the house after I shaken shake to listen to the sound of the liquid essence, but not at all heard.
“Wiiih is already at 21.10.. quite a long time also I am at the home of Mr. Solikin”
Fortunately the petromax lamp is still on, try if it is dead, surely I will not dare to enter the house.
Usually, there are people who turn on incense, but now I no longer believe in those who try to scare me.
While I was parked in the corner of this old bike bangka suddenly I heard a bad voice…..
Sounds like the footsteps of a person stepping on dry leaves.
Until several times the sound was heard from the yard of the sawmill house.
“Don't those voices as Yetno talked about, surely they came from beside the house, I'll look for the origin of the sound, ”
“Surely the sound came from the side of the house..”.
I'm sure that voice is Burhan coming in and out of the wall…
After finishing with the motor parked quietly with no sound at all, even my steps now resembled a propeller..
Rise without making a sound in the dark yard…
I opened the gate so I could walk slowly to the side of the house.
Fortunately the hinge of the fence of this house is always given oil so as not to sound kriet kriet when opened.
But indeed, after I noticed, the hinges of the turnstile, front door, room door, even the bathroom door were all a little wet with oil.
So that the doors when opened and closed will not sound kriet kriet at all.
Yes actually not strange.when in a manicured house!
But in this sawing house it is a bit strange if there are people who are very attentive with door hinges!
I just came out of the fence, and when my eyes looked at the rows of trees….
“Douuuh why there is a black shadow that again rek”
I saw a black shadow of a man in front of the fence…
The continuous black shadow always showed itself to me…
“Maybe she is good...”.
“Monggo Mbah.. I want to go next door, see who was walking there”.
Although I have enough goosebumps, but over time will get used to also see shadows that are blacker than the dark night around here which is always in between the trees.
Well I just want to be polite to anyone including to the subtle who always took the time to show himself to me.
I was in front of the sawmill fence, deserted….
Even the sound of the night animal was not heard at all…
I walked to the side of the house illuminated by the moonlight enough to see the road in front of me…
I tried to hear whatever sounds were on the side of the house, but no sound was heard..
“Hmmm sure Burhan has entered into his room.!”
But what is the point of him always coming out of the room through the secret door, and where does he go?
After I felt lonely, then I continued walking to the side of the house…
I walked very slowly, and crept around, so that my footsteps would not make any noise at all.
At last I was outside my walled room.
I lowered my head and walked slowly again towards the side of Burhan's neatly arranged board-walled room.
I looked at the grass and the soil right where I was. Indeed there are some grass and a little bush that looks down because of being stepped on something.
“Unfortunately I didn't bring my flashlight.!”
I'm curious about the secret door that is translucent with Burhan's room, but I'm sure based on Yetno's description, around this wall there must be a door that leads out here
After being sure that there was nothing here, then I decided it was better to go back and enter the house.
When will I turn my body which is currently facing the wall..
Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps from a distance…
The sound of footsteps of one person walking towards this direction!
“Jangkreeek what should I do!..”
The voice was getting closer, and the clairvoyance of the voice came from behind the sawhouse….
The sound of footsteps walking slowly but causing the sound of footsteps because stepping on the leaves was getting closer to me.
Fortunately, a few steps next to me or next to Burhan's room, there are bushes that are not too lush.
“I have to get down there , in that bush!”
Slowly I lay my body among the bushes, I try not to make any sound at all. and finally perfect.I can go on my stomach!
The sound of footsteps was getting closer to me, the voice I had just noticed from the back of the house….
The sound is getting closer and closer…..
I told myself to look towards the voice….
I-i threw my head….
Unfortunately, no one was seen, only a large high shadow was seen passing a few meters in front of me.
I can't see his body or his face…
I believe the passer-by was dressed in black, adding further to the vagueness of my vision.
“Sopo yo iku..”
Tall and big, exactly what Yetno describes when describing the person or thing that is strangling him.
The sound of footsteps was getting away from where I lay on my stomach..
I can't guess where the footsteps are going, whether to turn left towards the entrance of the fence…
Or even straight to a thick forest.
After I felt so lonely, slowly I stood up….
But I'm not going straight to the fence but I'm going to go to the back of the house…
I'm going to look at this side of the house, like it was when that big tall figure came. I wonder where that guy came from.
With tiptoes I walked towards the back of the house like a black shadow that came…
Peli an ..eh slowly I walk with as much as possible does not cause sound…
“Hmm quiet, nothing!...”
I was already at the back of the house with a big banyan tree to my right, and a river and a magic box in front of me.
Not knowing because of psychic factors or other factors.When I was cold and then saw a magical box of latrines in front of me…
Suddenly my stomach that was safe, now even mules not because…
“Yo whiskah , no snising briefly”
Finally..although in a dark state, I was still able to squat comfortably inside the magic box.
When I was in high concentration to release what was in my stomach, I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps walking hurriedly towards here.
I didn't know the sound was coming from the village next to the river, or from the sawmill.