Am I Different?
(S3) Travel

That night, Dinar's father came home when the new one was finished.

"We're leaving tonight" his father asked.

"Says tomorrow, Dad. Why so suddenly?" ask Dinar.

"Tomorrow Sunday, son. Afraid of getting stuck, pity your pregnant sister. Tonight was very smooth, so it accelerated the journey," explained Dad Dinar.

They finally followed what their father wanted. His father had deliberately brought a freight car, indeed this afternoon before going home thinking to go home tonight. Kak Dita content is young and vulnerable. His father was worried, if leaving tomorrow and stuck even affect to his fetus.

That night, after moving the goods to two transport cars and another put them in a private car, they rushed to leave right then and there. Dinar, Kak Dita and Kak Andre in the same car, while his mother one car with his father. Dinar chose to lie in the back seat while playing his phone.

"About what time we get to our destination, brother?" ask Dinar.

"If it's smooth, we'll take it in three hours, Dek." Andre answered it.

"Huh, old as well. If it gets stuck, can-can be all day in the car dong?" ask Dinar again.

"Yes, that's why I chose to leave tonight for that reason" replied Brother Andre.

"Oh, I get it," said Dinar.

They drive through the darkness of the night. Passing the increasingly quiet streets of the night. Raindrops suddenly fell to accompany their journey. The journey has passed.

"Honey, you are the same Dinar if you sleep first," said Andre Kak.

"But baby, you don't have any friends afraid of drowsiness later." Dita worried about her husband.

"Sister, call Dad or Mom, if for example Kak Andre will feel sleepy. Mending pulled over first," said Dinar.

Brother Dita also immediately contacted, to stop if when one of them, either the freight carrier or Andre and his father who felt sleepy.

"Hello, Mom," said Kak Dita.

"Yes, Son. Why?" ask Dinar's mother from across the phone.

"If one of the nyopir drowsiness, meningan rest first. It's getting late, you guys haven't rested yet." Brother Dita proposed it.

"Yes, Son. Your father saw in front of the stall, we pulled over there. We can make a coffee for a while" replied his mother.

"Yes, Mom." Dita decided on her call.

Seen a distance of several meters after the phone, Dinar's father's car stopped on the side of the road. There is a small hut and decorated with dim yellow light bulbs. Kak Andre's car and two reconnaissance cars stopped the vehicle at the same place. Rain spots were not as intense as earlier. Just drizzling but feeling durable from now on.

One –one of them went down and walked quickly in the cottage. The only hut along this forest road. There are some snacks and drinks listed in this cottage and stall.

“Excuse me,” said his father Dinar.

Unlike the others, precisely Kak Dita when entering the cottage area even feels nauseous. He wanted to vomit earlier.

“Why, Dear?” ask Brother Andre.

“Ndon't know this, Yang. Nausea,” replied Kak Dita.

Not long after, came a middle-aged woman and girl approached them from inside the cottage.

“Which need?” ask the middle-aged woman.

“There is coffee and hot tea, Mom?” ask his mother Dinar.

Dinar accompanied his two brothers, because from getting off the car Kak Dita's face looks pale.

“There, how much?” ask the woman again.

“Six black coffee and three hot teas, yes,” replied his mother Dinar.

“Yang four bitters,” sahut car driver freight.

Each transport car contains two people, the point is to alternate when one of them is getting tired.

“I don't need to, Mom. It was brought white water, just shady ride,” said Kak Dita.

His mother Dinar looked towards Dinar.

“I also don't need to, Bu.” Dinar didn't want to have tea that night.

Dita repeatedly wanted to vomit, but could not. Dinar did not have the heart and felt pity if he continued to force himself there. “I'm friends in the car huh, sister. Maybe cold weather for Brother in the wind.”

“This, Brother.” Dinar handed over the oil.

“Nevent gone, Din. It's been quiet here, really. I swear, get into the cottage my nose rich smell of carnation that pierced so.” Dita gave a confession.

“Anyir?” asked Dinar while fusing her two eyebrows. Dinar was astonished, because he didn't smell anything there.

“You didn't kiss?” ask Brother Dita.

Dinar nodded his head, because he did not smell what Dita said.

“Oath, Deck. The smell is so rancid, rich in the smell of blood so,” obviously Dita again.

Dinar was staring at the cottage, but what made it strange was that when Dinar stared at those there, the girl with the old woman was seen staring at him. Even more frightening when Dinar looked at the girl, as if the views of Dinar and the girl met each other.

Sontak Dinar lowered his head, but it made Kak Dita feel surprised. “Why?”

“The girl, geliatin we know. He looks at me, looks crazy,” Dinar said.

“No need to make it up, deh. This glass, if not intentional to peek will not be seen from the outside. Midnight tonight, Deck. Don't be original when you talk.” Brother Dita reminded Dinar.

After hearing Kak Dita's answer, Dinar just remembered it. ‘Eh, but really, deh. The girl's eyes look at me, instead she was before I looked down looking smirked at me.’

“Do not, dumbly. Drink there, if sleepy just sleep,” pinta Kak Dita.

The dinar immediately closed its eyes. Actually, what Dinar feels is also felt by Dita. He just didn't want to scare his sister, so chose to deny it. Even surprisingly, when the two women served drinks were seen in the glass instead of black coffee and tea. But fresh blood filled the glass.

“Astagfirullah, get up, Deck. We have to get out of here, it looks like something is wrong with the cottage.” Dita decided to get out of the car and leave Dinar alone.

The door was closed, when Dinar was about to catch up with his brother instead he had difficulty opening.

“Loh, why this door?” The dinar in the car panicked. Dita shouted to forbid them to drink the drink.

“Stop! Don't drink that. We're getting out of here, now!” gertak Dita's.

“Please!” The dinar in his car repeatedly opened the door but could not. Dinar smacked the glass with his hand. “Kak, quickly go!”

In a tight car, make Dinar quail when shouting. He tried to open the glass too.

“Yes Allah, why this?” dinar was panicking.

A voice sounded in Dinar's ear saying. “Aaaaa.” But the voice sounded heavy and just hissed slowly.

“Please do not disturb, we,” said Dinar begging.

Fortunately, Dita and the others returned to their respective cars quickly.

“Din, open, Din.” Trouble opened the door from the outside.

Dinar hinted with a glass bang again, so they knew if something was wrong with him. Suddenly there was a figure of a woman who sat in the front seat and used batik kemben, and her hair decomposed long to the hips.

“What do you want? We just pass by and take shelter, so don't disturb us,” Dinar said begging.

Dinar continued to stare at the woman, suddenly the woman quickly darted until her face was right in front of her. Half his face was crushed, blood poured out from his forehead to hit his entire face. The body of the Dinar suddenly felt cold radiating all over the body and stiff. He was unable to scream, but his consciousness was still fully awake.

He chanted the holy verse of the Koran in his heart to fortify his body. It took him nearly ten minutes, the panic fading by itself. His body felt light again and the door could be opened.

“Come, we'll get out of here soon,” pinta Dad Dinar asked everyone to leave.

They also got into the car by themselves. When Dinar turned to look at the cottage, there was no cottage there. However, there is only one grave, which is given a small house to cover it. Brother Dita who is currently, sitting near Dinar is only able to stroke his head so that he feels calmer than before.

“How, Dit?” his mother's voice came from across the phone.

“That's fine, Mom. Maybe in shock, so he can not be spoken to,” said Kak Dita with gasping breath.

“Dinar give drink first, Yang.” Brother Andre gave me a bottle of drinking water that he brought earlier.

Dita grabs it and helps give it to Dinar. “If you can, make sleep again, Deck. Brother Andre and Brother Dita accompany you here.”

“Iya, Din's. The journey is still an hour and a half away. You better rest,” Andre said.

Dinar did not answer anything, but he just did the command by closing his eyes. ‘Why am I so sensitive to such creatures? Key, now I know how you felt. Sin those who often scorn you as a child who likes to hallucinate.’

He shed tears, he realized that what Keyla faced during his life must have been tormented. Moreover, many people outside there, always take it lightly and even tend to insult it with the word make-up.