Tuti Lazy School
19. Scurril (2)

My friend is not getting better. The creature was reluctant to take off my friend's shackles. I saw that he was already sooty, but this Dutch Noni still rambled with language I don't understand. The atmosphere that was bright was getting gripping. My friend was groaning like a tiger. I'm all scared. And one of my possessed friends I understand a little

"You're all destroyers!" He grinned at the teeth as if there were sharp fangs on his teeth staring at us all.

"Disturb my place that I'm in!

Not to mention the dirty bathroom agrhhh!" He was always widening his head while angry.

Late in the afternoon was increasingly gripping, the sound of crows was heard from the top of the tile. The confused Mr. Harto immediately called Ustadz who could get my friend out of the shackles of the Dutch Noni. I don't know what his purpose and purpose is.

Then came an Ustadz Lana. He offered water that was recited prayers and holy verses of the Quran. Then this Ustadz holds my friend's head.

"What do you mean come here?" Ustadz's firm.

"Haha.heuhehu.." Suddenly the subtle-creature that was with me again. It makes the atmosphere as silent and soft as possible.

"Kok laugh, say it!" Ustadz firmly gripped my friend's head.

"It doesn't deserve to be here, hihihi.

You should have died! Let this child be brought into me! Aghaha.." He was very broad and like a broken man.

I feel sorry to see my friend who was possessed, I don't know how many creatures. And some of my friends are possessed again. She was possessed like a nun whose path was nagging. That's where I get scared and don't know what to do. School is like a haunted place. In addition, Ningsih was also exposed to mass possession. Ustadz Lana can't even be alone. He asked other ustadz friends to save other learners.

My friend is becoming. There was even someone who downing himself against the classroom wall until it bled. It traumatized me and horrified me. Seeing the sight of my friend strange and savage plus gripping. Many of the children were returned, except for our class. There I was surprised, of almost 75% of the children possessed only me and approximately seven of my friends who were not possessed. I feel like someone is protecting me. Yes, I pray to God that I may be kept away by the damned devil. There were some of my friends who came out on their own, and one of my friends got in again. Ustadz friends from Ustadz Lana never came. It makes us all so horrified. The south wind blew with the lights on and off. My comrades' bodies look limp and can't be controlled. Ustadz was able to help some students and was returned.

"Hahaha, feel. This is the consequence not according to my words." Ningsih said softly and gripped

"Let's go guys, we'll make a crowd in this place." In the middle of a crowded crowd it looks like it deserves like a dancer.

Sayup-sayup sounds gamelan sound out of nowhere. It made my friend scream hysterically and ahkirnya friend ustadz was coming. They immediately splashed the water of the prayers they offered directly.. Dancers who possessed Ningsih, Dutch Noni, Nurse, and Broken people were in terrible pain. Some even attack me in a supernatural way. But it was repelled by some Ustadz there. Ustadz Lana and some of his ustadz friends took out some disciples, while others attacked the possessed astral beings who thirsted for rewards. We went to school about half an hour and a half in the afternoon. My mom didn't pick me up at the usual place. Unless it comes to my class I'm afraid of what's going on.

"Son! Tuti! Son!" She cried while coming to my class.

"Murray!" I hugged my mom because I was scared of it.

"Well, you want nothing, you don't feel good. Afraid why. Why is this son?" My mother was crying while hugging me.

"So right after the lesson there was one person possessed, this was even a lot of mak. Tuti's scared." I hugged my mom tightly.

"Yes, son, we're going home. Excuse me sir, I'll let my son go home." Mamak clasped my hand tightly and gave permission to Pak Harto.

"Yes, take him to a safe place. Let some of my students handle it." Mr. Harto assured my mother of the responsibility he bears as a result of this irresponsible act.

.........

I saw the Dutch Noni walking on the shabby mound and refuge "Who is that?" Sayup-dyed i.

"Hi." her head turned 180⁰.

Then I ran upside down and I fell in that dream. Jolted up out, and it was already night. Twelve o'clock in the night, to be exact. I continued my sleep and I read the prayer before going to bed. And ask God for protection to be kept away from the bad and fall asleep.

The next day I woke up from my sleep with my body still sore. I got permission not to go to elementary school first because of last night. And our school diruqiyah total until Friday. I also entered on Friday. I saw the teachers on preparing Yasin and the Qur'an, while the Christians brought his Book. We also pray that our schools are kept away from these supernatural beings and our purpose is only to study. Not the others. We read diligently and sincerely from the bottom of our hearts.

"Eh Ti, what did I do yesterday?" Ningsih's face was lethargic and pale.

"Well, there's nothing. It's not your fault, Ning." I convinced him and held his shoulder tightly.

"So there's a dancer anyway? Who danced in green pasmina? Her face was thick make up like a dancer. But shabby clothes." He pointed to our class.

"Shhh! Yes, yes, yes he is. Don't worry, he's nobody." I saw in front of our class that there was nothing in the distance.

All of a sudden.. Ningsih fainted..

We don't know what happened to Ningsih. Then I called her name and read a short surah for her.

"Ning, Ningsih, Ningsih. Come on get up, go home!

That's not Ningsih's place!" I cried until the tears fell on Ningsih.

Ningsih began to be possessed and speak a strange language but a mixture of Indonesian language is also "I where? Help me, it's cold. Where's Vader? ik mis hem echt's. Help u! Help me, I don't want to be stuck here het is hier echt eng."

What my teacher understands and understands is the Dutch language, which means. (I where am I? Help me, it's cold. Where's daddy? I miss him so much. Please help me, I don't want to be stuck here. It's so creepy in here).

"What's your name?" My strong words, though afraid, until my face is pale.

"My name is Angeliena. There are a lot of gunshots. My dad's there! He didn't pick me up. I'm starving." He said while crying in Ningsih's body.

"Your father is gone, this is not your world. You go yeah let us pray for you here. This is Ningsih's body. I beg Angeliena to leave Ningsih's body." I cried begging Ningsih not to be taken away by Angeliena the Dutch Noni.

"Ja ik zal voldoen, thank you."

Translated by my teacher again (Okay, I'll do it. Thanks.)

We prayed for Angeliena and she left slowly from Ningsih's body and Ningsih recovered. May the spirit of the Dutch Noni-Noni be calm and return to the Supreme Creator. I beg you that my school will no longer be involved in the occult.

(CONNECTED.).