ALAS ROBAN [END ]
ALAS ROBAN 2'S

"Kok his mother from the front, huh Zam? we didn't see anyone passing by."

"After the road there is a muter Kali Bim."

"What would a muter do if it could get through here?"

"Not to think about it! nih, whip again!" said Azam while sliding his match towards Bima.

The two of them also lit their cigarettes again while chatting to and fro. A cigarette has been smoked until the second stick was lit. Surprisingly, the shop seller's mother, has not returned to the front.

"Kok hasn't delivered the noodles yet?" ask Azam.

"Hemm yes, how long?"

"We're Bim's samperin!"

"Start! buk... has she not? we're hungry." Yeah."

Bima's call didn't get an answer. Eventually, the two of them went back inside.

"Oh, mom is fine, right? we're in, aren't we?" ask Bima while stepping slowly.

This time, the mother was in front of the stove furnace, squatting as if waiting for the cooking to cook but strangely, since only water that he cooked.

"Buk.." call Bima.

"Yes" the mother replied without looking.

"Our order hasn't been delivered yet? what's it yet?"

"You're hungry, aren't you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"It's almost ripe."

Apparently, in the other furnace there is a closed pot. Bima and Azam thought, that's where their noodles are being cooked.

"We wait again, buk?"

"See, please help check!" pinta the mother pointed to the covered pot.

Without arguing, Azam and Bima quickly walked closer while opening the lid of the fountain.

"Let'soo!" they both screamed loudly.

Bima threw the lid of the pot he was holding while inching backwards, away from the fireplace.

"What's up, son?" ask the mother calmly.

"There's a human head in the pot" Bima replied.

"Correct?" ask the mother again, looking slowly.

"Let'soo!"

Azam and Bima again shouted as soon as they ran the ridge to leave the stall. They were terrified to see the mother's broken face. Plus the size of the mother's body that was normal turned very high. Not to mention the sound of his giggling laughter that was so distracting to the mind.

"He's hungry?"

The question of the mother still continued to ring, even though Azam and Bima had moved away from there.

"Here son!"

"Astaghfirulloh. astaghfirulloh. ya Alloh. please!" bima said in the heart.

The two ran towards the bus where it turned out, the engine had been repaired and was ready to go back.

"It's on fire sir? we're leaving again?" ask Azam on the kernet bus.

"Yes." Yeah."

Azam and Bima then went up and returned to sit while trying to normalize the roar of irregular breath.

"Crazy! this is crazy Bim!"

Bima shook her head, without answering.

"Can we do it?"

"Don't know Zam."

The bus began to run, the AC re-ignited as the roar of breath began to be controlled.

"What's so bad about us?"

"Truly, we are not supposed to go home tonight," said Bima.

"Spanjur Bim."

Bima was silent because, there was nothing else they could do but hope that this journey would soon reach the destination and promised themselves that they, would not travel the night again.

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When conditions are conducive. Azam and Bima even saw the appearance again. Both of them saw the shop seller's mother standing on the side of the road while waving her hands.

"Dog.."

Both Bima and Azam chose to close their eyes. Unfortunately, instead of disappearing, the figure instead floated following the speed of their bus making the two scream. At that very instant, all the passengers turned their heads towards them however, just looking with a flat gaze without making a sound. While the figure was still floating, Bima and Azam chose to curl up below.

Again, the passengers just kept quiet while slowly turning their eyes forward. Azam and Bima were so frightened that the prayer reading they read fell apart. Over ten minutes the figure floated before then disappearing. Azam who first ventured to look at the window and immediately pulled Bima when he was sure that the figure had disappeared. While the atmosphere was still tense, Azam's phone rang making the two skyrocketed.

"Astaghfirulloh Zam! your phone sounds at the wrong time" complained Bima.

"Sorry! Tantri's calling, I'll pick up!"

Bima nodded while confirming the sitting position.

[ Hello! ]

[Hello honey, where have you been? ] ask Tantri at the end of the call.

[ Alas Roban. ]

[Oh, don't forget to eat, do you? ]

[No.]

[So flat, the answer? tired huh? or sleepy? ]

[ Fearful. ]

[Fear why? what was? the clear story! ]

[I'll tell you when I get home.]

[Dear, you're okay, right? are there criminals there? ]

[ Nope. ]

[Don't worry me! ]

[I'm fine. Relax, don't think! I'll tell you later. ]

[Hemm. yaudah, you be careful! ]

[ Yeah. ]

Azam turned off his phone connection with Tantri and put his phone in his small bag. Azam and Bima looked at each other meaningfully. Now, they are haunted by a fear of being reluctant to leave. Eyes are also difficult to close. Inwardly, the two continued to pray, hoping that all would soon end.

"Dog.."

"What?"

"May deh."

"What do you mean?"

"We're changing buses."

"Crazy for you? now it is impossible to change buses. We're in the middle of the woods, who wants a ride? they will also be afraid to stop. Other bus drivers will also think many times to stop."

"Hemm, really."

"I'm sure you're not, but you don't want to."

"Sorry! now it's really freaking out on me Bim."

"Especially I who since the beginning has been wander to the figure of a grandfather in my dreams."

"Okay, next time I'll catch you!"

"Tell!"

"Hmmm..."

The atmosphere in the bus was getting worse. Silent, much quieter than before. Even the sound of the bus engine was not heard. Both Bima and Azam realized but both, chose to be silent.

"Crazy! this was the most frightening and stressful experience of my age" Azam murmured in his heart.

"Areally, is this a real bus or not?"

"If they were all human, it wouldn't be this cold. Everyone's weird, this bus is weird too. The engine just doesn't sound like it's hovering."

The mind of Azam could not calm down. All sorts of questions and conjectures popped up. His brain was completely made tired but his eyes, still refused to be closed. Just like Azam, Bima felt the same way.

"It feels like it's freezing here. Yes Alloh help us! take care of us, protect us!" bima Mind.

"Bim, cigarettes." said Azam as he held out his pack of cigarettes.

"Don't fuck you Zam!"

"I'm confused about what to do."

"Sleep!"

"Can't."

"Either."

Azam could only swallow his saliva to hear Bima's answer while re-inserting his cigarette package.

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