Kadarsih (Lintric Pity Pellet )
Episode 9: The Night of Gripping 1

# Alignment (Lintric Pity Pellet )

The clock shows at nine o'clock. I don't know why Karman couldn't close his eyes. Maybe because the coffee he drank this afternoon, making the eyes do not want to be closed.

All workers make a hut around the land to be tilled. Simple tiles made of used boards, to sleep the construction workers. It was intended that they did not need to go back and forth from the city to the village.

All the construction workers numbered ten. Four people were already sleeping on the mat. And the other six are playing gaplek in front of the club. Karman who had not been able to close his eyes, he decided to join them.

"Man, it makes coffee!" get Jamil, the project foreman.

"Yes, Man. Coffee for six people. Make them play the gaplek!" timpal Udin's.

"To, there you buy fried food at the front stall!" tell Jamil to Anto.

"Siip, Boss," said Anto, after receiving fifty thousand money, Anto immediately set out to buy fried food.

"You why? He was told to sting!" hardik Udin's. Make everything laugh. Karman is the youngest of them.

"I'm scared" replied Karman.

"Fear why?" ask Udin.

"Kuwi Mas Udin. He said Karman, he saw the devil this afternoon" Taryo said. Which is in the Japanese language.

"Damn? Where are there demons in this sophisticated era?" sulk Jamil, "Don't excuse you, Man! That's a piece of coffee!" tell Jamil again.

"Yo, yuk!" take Karman to Taryo.

"Foolah. But ngger you payday I buy yo!"

"Yes, yeah. What matters is that I'll first!"

"Come on!"

Accompanied by Taryo, Karman makes coffee behind the club. Next to the gubug there is a fairly shady tree. Anyone who looks up is guaranteed to make my hair stand up. Karman turned his gaze upwards. There's nothing. Maybe that makes my feathers stand up because of our own feelings of fear.

"Well, man?" ask Taryo.

"It has. You bring the glass, I bring the flask!" tell Karman.

Sreejeeek ...

Sreejeeek ...

Krieeeeit ...

The bathroom door kept creaking, as if someone was playing it.

"What's that sound?" Karman turned his body backwards. He saw the shadows of two pale-faced boys running around. Then floated while laughing, the glint of his eyes reddened. Lama Karman looked at the two boys his face turned black, charred in flames. Karman's body shook violently. But his feet could not move. His breathing was choked when he was about to call the Taryo.

"Se-se-demon!" Karman fell unconscious.

One Hour Later

"Man, wakeup!" Jamil patted Karman on the cheek. Karman opened his eyes.

"Damn? There's a demon, Bang!" said scared.

"What hell is it?"

"I just saw a little child demon. Her eyes are red. His pale face continued to turn black, like it was burned out," he said. All who heard Karman's story laughed out loud.

"Karman, Karman! From the first time you came here, you were just a demon. You're the only one who sees the devil. You're just hallucinating, man!" jamil.

"No, Bang. I clearly saw them. I'm sure they're victims of the fires that people here talk about a lot, Bang. Trust me the same!"

"Buddy," Taryo chirped. All eyes turned towards Taryo.

"In my area. A person who dies horribly is called a dead kabangan. Also called unnatural death. And usually the spirit will not calm down," explained Taryo, "But, it depends on the area. It means iso bedo-bedo,"

"Yes, it's back to each other's person, want to believe ya humgoh! I can't believe it's all right!" taryo.

"It's late, get some sleep! Tomorrow we have to get up early. Lots of work awaits us!" get Jamil.

Kriiiiik .. kriiiiik .

Hicks ... Hicks ... Hixes

Hicks ... Hicks ... Hixes

"Like a child crying," said Mr. Mustache, a traveling meatball vendor.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts" a girl sitting herself down lowered her head.

"Why are you, Dek? These nights why are they outside?" ask the moustache to the little girl. The little girl just fell silent.

"Where's your mom? Why are you alone at night?" ask again.

"Sickness" he answered.

"What's sick?" ask the traveling meatball seller.

"This" said the little girl, showing her wounded hand gaping, bleeding, purulent and twisted. Sontak Pak mustache surprised. He looked towards the little girl's face. His face was no longer shaped. The little girl laughed gigglingly, very horribly. Frightened moustache man, he galloped while pushing his wagon.

"Se-se-demon," he shouted. He was running fast, even very fast. He pushed his wagon up to the Mak Onah stall. Coincidentally Mak Onah stalls are crowded, many people hang out while enjoying a cup of coffee. The moustache drew his breath in relief. Because he was far from that creepy place.

"What's up, Mr. Mustache?" ask one of the people.

"I just met a demon" he said, taking a deep breath.

"What's? The devil?" they were laughing out loud.

"Moustache pack, Moustache sir! Whiskers are dreaming?" as for the citizens, "Where is the devil? I've been hanging out here, never met a demon!" again gelapnya.

"Really, I met a child demon. His face was no longer shaped. His body has many wounds. Bloody, festering, splintered and smelled very foul, "the moustache shuddered in disdain.

"Little boy?"

"Yes a little boy. Ih, really serem," said Mr. mustache.

"Now, Sir. Drink water first to calm down," said Mak Onah offering a glass of water for Mr. Mustache.

"Thank you very much, Mom,"

"What is the spirit of the son of Kadarsih?" ask boncel. His body was boncel, so he was called boncel.

"Hush, don't talk to you!" said Mak Onah, "The person who has died, if mentioned by name!"

"Not that, Mom. Boncel Denger himself from the construction worker. When they were going to work on the house, something strange happened" he explained.

"What's weird, Cel?" tanya Good, curious about the story. Everyone who is enjoying coffee, enthusiastically listen to boncel stories.

"I heard it myself from the workers there. If all the ruins they removed, and dumped in the back garden, turn the morning back to how it was. Weird right?" those who hear only the mangosteen, "And the strangest, often heard the sound of groaning, crying and then giggling children are playing. If approached, it will disappear suddenly. Then, back up,"

"What's the matter, Cel?" Mak Onah does not believe.

"Truly, Mother," he said, "Workers named Karman are also often disturbed,"

"How's it bothering you?"

"They showed themselves. With a creepy look, it smells like grilled meat. Ih, just really serem deh," he added again.

"Oh, serem too!"

to be continued ....