Rasuk
Disturbances

Minah's tea hums ria in the canteen. While collecting the money from the sale that day, he separated each sheet following the nominal. Sitting piled legs in a swivel chair where he used to serve.

"Hmm, don't those kids have any money, huh? How much money today. Hmm ... disiburatin there, deh," his grunts while sighing heavily and long.

As usual, if the end of the month then the children's money must be left penniless. Waiting for the young date their parents will come to visit. Like most boarding schools, parents of students in the Melati Putih dormitory will come to visit every month. It was a rule that the dormitory made for the elderly.

Minah tea put the money into a plastic bag. Accidentally the corner of his eye caught a figure standing near the glass display case to the left of his body.

"Feelings of rich people, yes," he murmured softly.

He glanced quickly, then heaved a sigh of relief when nothing was found there.

"Huh, just a feeling of doang." He smiled, got up and got out of the shop.

A breeze suddenly blew through the skin of his neck. Minah tea paused the steps, rubbing the back of the neck slowly. His eyes glanced back and forth, something foreign just greeting the taste in him.

"Kok, suddenly goosebumps, huh?" Minah monologues herself while staring around.

He shuddered in horror, the quiet night felt gripping. Minah hurriedly continued to step aside the strange taste that whackled her fear. He opened the door quickly, locked it, then leaned on the door leaf while breathing deeply.

"Thankfully, there is nothing" he murmured, massaging his swollen chest.

Suddenly the sound of the drum teased Minah's faint senses, her body stiffened again, eyes closed. He held his breath in order to listen to the sound of jaipong music being played.

Not only the sound of the drum that was heard, the cheers and the sound of the musical accompaniment also palpated his ears. Like there is a party that displays the jaipong dance that is favored by the Sundanese community.

"There's nothing else to imagine, huh? Kok, his voice was very tight," muttered Minah fluttering near the door not daring to take a step.

Minah's eyes were fixed on the room window, the dark purple-colored curtains were waving in the wind. The lights look bright outside the room. Curious, approaching. The sound of drumming is also the melodious song of the sinden is getting clearer in his ears.

"What's Bu Ningsih doing to them, huh? But this is, isn't it, it's been a really good night. Even if it's definitely bothering kids who are resting." Minah continued muttering while stepping slowly.

Occasionally his head would be tilted to be able to see from the crevice of the fluttering curtains. The dimness in the blip vision of the lights is also a crowd still visible. Minah stopped near the curtains, the cloth no longer fluttered. Silence as it was before.

The sound of music is also a sinden shrill no longer heard, silent.the situation suddenly turned gripping. Minah rubbed her arms, hugging her own body as the coldness made the surface of her skin crumble.

He raised his hand slowly, grasping the side of the curtain while strengthening his heart. His eyes closed tightly, the fear in his heart continued to erode the courage he had. Curtains preoccupied quickly, Minah's eyes opened perfectly.

Then then, his forehead shriveled watching the silence and darkness where he saw the party for a split second.

"Kok, deserted? There weren't a lot of people, were there? I'm, really, so scared of gini" he told himself.

Hastily close the curtains and run towards the bed. Jump on the bed and pull the blanket over himself. He did not sleep, breathing short with fear. Inside the blanket his eyes stared intently.

"Why, anyway? Tonight, how, another? I'm not usually afraid of gini, but tonight is different," he said while grasping the end of the blanket tightly.

"Well, where alone again. Where else is this Marni, anyway, not coming?" his grunts again incessantly turned the eyeballs staring at something outside the blanket.

The deg!

Minah's heart was pounding incoherently, she held her breath as the sound of a drum was heard in her own room. The sound of sampur sabetan aka shawl is clearly heard in his ears.

The woman was now facing him, smiling sweetly without looking at Minah. The familiar face continued to follow the movements of his hands.

That's not the new student, is it? Where'd he come in from? Why wear rich clothes? Make goosebumps.

Minah froze on her bed, looking on in disbelief at Alea's figure who continued to curl her body. The canteen guard woman was stunned as Alea looked at her while throwing a sharp smile. As threatened, his body sent out a danger signal making Minah alert.

Alea spun while continuing to dance as if music was accompanying. Though, deserted. Like a thief who wanted to escape from the siege of the host, Minah slowly went down from the bed.

Creeping slowly while not looking at Alea who did not pay attention. His hand touched the wall, continuing to crawl until he held the key. Hurry up to open it.

Check it!

"Where are you going?" asked Alea with her raucous voice again blank.

Minah froze, breaking her neck turned her head and found Alea standing behind her with a smile. The girl's face looked cold and stiff, although her lips formed a smile. Still not covering the threat emitted through the look of his eyes.

"Ja-ja-ja-ngan ga-ga-gang-gu me. Just go! Go!" minah screams while running out of the room without caring about the money she left on the bed.

"Chihinsi ...."

The sound of laughter accompanies each pace of his feet. Minah screamed as she continued to run, asking for help from anyone. Honey, no one was seen patrolling the dormitory including Mr. Selamet who would usually go around at night.

"Don't run! Where are you going?"

The voice came back closer. Accompanied by a creepy giggling laugh, high and long shrill. The more frightened, the faster his feet paddled.

He went to the rooms of the disciples, banging on the door for help from room to room. No one opened the door for him. It was as if sleeping did not hear Minah's scream outside.

"Please! Open the door, help me! Open it!" his screams were in front of the third door he knocked.

"Of! Where are you running to?"

Alea's voice rang out again, Minah moved to the next door. Banging on the door was getting stronger while screaming for help. Tears mixed with sweat washed over his body.

"Open the door!" His screams grew stronger to the point that his voice turned hoarse.

However, the doors are still not open even if only a little. Everyone was unmoved in their rooms, asleep lulled in the beautiful dreamland.

"Chihinsi ...."

The sound of laughter again, Minah grew even more desperate. However, keep trying to bang on the doors of the dormitory hoping one of those doors will open and let it in.

"Open up! Help me!"

Brak!

He crashed himself into the door strongly enough, many times until the door opened and Minah fell down in the room.

"Teh Minah!" screams Asri and his three friends who were standing tense in the middle of the room.