Grudge of Grief: Kasyaf
shadow of the past

"What's up here?"

The girl opened her eyes. How surprised he was, realizing that he was not in the terminal corridor. Except in the middle of the grave.

He wakes up with a confused face.

He scanned the surroundings, none of them were the same as the one he had just seen. The phone is still locked. As he lifted his head, a man with a glove on his shoulders was looking at him with a worried look.

"Sir. Who's the matter?"

I heard someone crying from a distance. His figure was clearly visible even though it was quite far away. A young woman, the same age as the girl. The woman walked up to them.

"Go home first, sir! I think the shoot was scared" said the woman, having reached their position.

"Adek, this is my son. We're going to duku's house, yuk! Adek seemed to have just come from far away" the father asked.

The girl did not answer immediately. He was still confused as to what was going on with him. Is this a hallucination, or even the one in the corridor earlier, the one that is hallucinating? That question was what came to his mind.

"Mr. If this is now, shoot in real life" said the woman while squatting in front of the girl. The gads noticed it.

"If the previous one, it's shot again disturbed" he continued. The girl still did not flinch.

"Yep, we're resting on the terrace! It's our home" the woman said. He pointed at one of the houses, right in the direction where he had come earlier.

Although still super confused, but the girl nodded her head. A smile she got from the woman who invited her. He was still putting on an alert attitude, perhaps this was a hallucination as well.

When they got out of the tomb area, many people came to them. People who are residents around, asked about the girl. Some of them even told themselves, if this is the third time there are people who are bullied until stranded in the tomb.

Since the girl was still in shock, they agreed to give the girl some time to calm down.

They also disbanded. The host patiently accompanied the girl. Even now complete with the wife. They invited the girl to talk, although certainly not getting a positive response. It took a long time for the girl to get out of her fear.

"My name is Icha, sir" said the girl introducing herself.

"Oh. Her name is Icha? I'm Hartono. My wife, Astri. My son, Yuna" said the host.

"Thank you sir, for helping Icha. If you don't find Icha, don't know how Icha will be rich"

"Together, deck Icha. It's not weird here anymore. Every year someone walks into the tomb"

"If you may know, what was Icha squirming?" Ask Yuna. Icha's attention is distracted.

"Ouch. What a terrible sight, Mbak Yuna. Very inhumane torture" Icha replied.

His voice was heavy, describing anger and sadness. Her tears just rolled away too. He also told me what he saw in the corridor.

"What Icha's deck sees, is a shadow of the past, the deck"

"Shadows of the past, sir?"

"Yes. What Icha's deck tells you is a real occurrence in the past. Atrocities committed by a group of people whose organization has been dissolved, Mbah Harto. You know, I mean?"

"Yes. From the use of bamboo, exactly like the diorama photos Icha had seen" replied Icha.

"Then, the old building of the terminal, connected to the back end of the cemetery" said Mr. Hartono pointing to the tomb. Icha turned to the direction that was pointed by Mr. Hartono.

"The building used to be an office belonging to the Dutch colonial government. The natives call it, the fort" continued Mr. Hartono.

"That castle, isn't it a hospital building, sir?" Ask Icha.

"It's a wetan fortress. This terminal, the fortress of kulon" replied Mr. Hartono.

"Oh" Icha nodded in understanding. He just found out about it.

"The kulon fortress was once overrun by those people, and was used to slaughter the people they labeled as village demons. Many died in the fort" said Mr. Hartono.

"Then why did the fort disappear, sir?"

"The kulon fortress burned violently as TRI exterminated them. Yeah, it didn't go to history, anyway. But there is a battle here"

"Oh"

"Qodarulloh, the fortress of kulon is almost lost. The remaining buildings were used for the temple, and the banyan tree" said Mr. Hartono, pointing to the banyan in the center of the tomb.

"After that, the land of this fort was taken over by the government and distributed to the citizens. Especially this back, that's where the slaughterhouse is. That is why no one wants to be given the land. By mutual agreement, the land was made into a cemetery"

"Truly biadap" said Icha lirih.

He cried considering the shadow of cruelty he had just seen. Yuna approached and comforted him.

"Be careful, yes! Don't like to dream! Sensitive inner eye. It could be, there will be invisible creatures that are nosy on the dork. Or accidentally get into the supernatural dimension"

. "Astaghfirulloh's chat. Then Icha what to do, sir?"

"Where is this adak and where are you going?" Ask Astri's mom.

"I am from Tangerang ma'am, going to Sido Dadi" replied Icha.

"Lohs. The direction to the east is one more transport, you know, the deck. Just nginep, huh?" Miss Astri.

"Thank you, mom. But Icha again awaited Icha's mother"

"After all, sir! Poor thing, Sido Dadi. We also once helped Sido Dadi" pinta bu Astri to her husband.

"Not bother ma'am, thank you. Icha take public transport only" reject Icha softly.

"Not ngusir deck Icha, if you want to take public transportation anyway, beware again dateng dianya. Mending us anther" Astri haggled again.

"Thank you ma'am. This alone Icha is already troublesome" reject Icha again.

"Bak Icha really is better? If not, please just mbak, tomorrow Yuna anter" Yuna exclaimed.

"Thank you, Yuna. Icha is better" replied Icha. Yuna did not argue.

"Maybe it's better Icha pamit, Astri ma'am, Har sir. Weak teles yes ma'am, sir" continued Icha parting.

"Yes, deck Icha. We have also been helped by Sido Dadi. So, nolong Sido Dadi people we consider rich nolong own family"

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you Miss Astri" said Icha.

"Yoon. Anterine mbak Icha to the terminal, gih!" Astri ma'am's orders to Yuna.

"Yes" Yuna replied.

"Bentar. Yuna took the keys to the bike first" Yuna said to Icha.

Soon Yuna has returned and is ready to deliver Icha. Ichapun salim and a part to the married couple who had helped him. In just five minutes, the two had reached the terminal.

"Thank you Yuna, Icha already want to repotin" said Icha after getting off the bike.

"Sama-sama, ma'am" Yuna replied.

"Yuk, I'm going to Dalem" Yuna bargained.

"No papa, ma'am?" Ask Icha for pleasantries.

"No papa. I'm happy, can help mbak Icha" Yuna replied.

"Thank you, ma'am Yuna. Icha is still a bit scared"

"Yes. Yuk!" Bring Yuna.

Ichapun agreed. The two walked down the front corridor. Yuna invites Icha in from a different door. And no need to enter the corridor anymore, they have reached the departure point of the local bus to the east.

“YOUO. DEPARTURE, DEPARTURE, DEPARTURE”

Someone shouted out loud. A microbus moves from the direction of the arrival apron, to the departure apron. The city terminal is not very big.

*KRATAK KRATAK*

*DUEEEERR*

A thunderclap boomed with his bow. Warning that clouds in the sky are not ordinary clouds. If it were daytime, people would understand how dense the clouds that swirled over their heads would be.

“Cute, pak”

Icha yells to the driver. The driver did not want to park his car first.

"Mr. Icha pamit, huh?" Icha Seru.

"Ati-ati mbak Icha!" Sahut Yuna's.

"Thank you for everything. May Allah reward you with a better one"

"Mother"

"Come to Yuna, assalamualaikum"

"Greetings waalaikum"

Icha moved closer and jumped up as one of the passengers opened the door for her. Icha chose to sit in the back seat, in the right corner. He put his heavy-looking backpack on the floor.