Pocong Around
Grandma hunchback

POVs Iqbal

Today I went to the diner where Lala was doing her investigative mission, actually I've put my men to monitor her, actually,but since I wanted this to be over, I decided to intervene because I wasn't sure if he could do it alone, but I also need the help of others to make it easier for me to help Lala.

I contacted Azzam, Lala's friend because she's the only one who's always seen with that girl, and I'm sure she'll help me.

Right after I ordered the drinks Azzam sent a message if he had arrived, I immediately coded the people I had paid to make a fuss to lure people including the owner of the restaurant, and apparently the plan went according to my plan.

When everyone was outside, I asked Lala to immediately launch the action, I also asked Azzam to help her, although I did not need to ask the teenager to help Lala, while I keep an eye on the owner of the restaurant.

POV Iqbal end

A few days later after I managed to find a bundle of hair in the pot and burn it, the Darmanto pack restaurant was not as crowded as before,I still work there because I have not found the place of Dini's body in the grave.

Kuntilanak Dini also did not see the food of the visitors, where the devil went.

While working I circulated my gaze looking for his existence, but not his Kuntilanak Dini that I saw but the figure of a creepy grandmother. White hair disheveled both eyeballs appear to be about to come out, the leaves of his ears are wide, the teeth are pointed like shark teeth, as well as nails are black and long, his body is frail bent, hunchback ,the figure grinned looking at me sharply.

A pat on the shoulder made me gasp

"do you see what ?" ask Pia

" uh. no mbak, it's nothing" I said

When I saw again the figure of the grandmother was no longer there.I also resumed my work.

"for a long time I became a real work "my mumbling in my heart while carrying some orders

Until the clock shows at 16:30 the writing of the lid is installed on the door, usually the restaurant closes at five o'clock in the afternoon, but this time because it comes not much to close early.

I who was waiting for the angkot at the stop suddenly felt goosebumps.

"duh ..kok chills, what because the weather is cold, like it will rain "my murmurs while staring at the sky covered with gray clouds

When there was a truck passing by suddenly my body was pushed into the road as if someone was pushing me, of course I was surprised instead of playing, moreover, now my distance from the truck was only a few meters away, when I was about to run away from my legs as if numb can not be moved. Panic is happening

tiiiinnnn's'

"aaaaaatkkh....."

bruukk'

"what are you doing? you want to kill yourself or how hah, you should run away instead of even silent "do not know where the sudden Azzam came and pushed me, we both to fall on the sidewalk

"a.ak.aku...aku..." my throat felt choked, I who was in shock could not speak properly, let alone Azzam rebuked me quite hard ,he who used to always be relaxed and annoying now looks grumpy

"astaghfirullah.sorry, I was too carried away by his "shrewd atmosphere.

"are you okay?" she asked, and then I nodded slowly while looking down

"jeez La fortunately I went this way and look at you, try if not" he said now he lowered his tone of voice

"sorry "my great-grandchild

"lah, why apologize, which is wrong he opened you "pointed him on the figure of the grandmother I had seen at the restaurant

"where do you know?" ask me

"know it, you stand up first, can you stand up ? if I don't help "

"i can do it myself "say me fast

Then Azzam took me near his bike

"i told you not to empty your mind, fill your mind with prayer and dhikr" he said as he reached for bottled mineral water in a crackle bag hanging from his motorbike , then he opened the lid and handed it to me

"thank you "I drank it until I was half away

"is it the ghost that keeps me in the middle of the road and can't move ?" ask me

"yes, and like his ghost there is still a connection with what happened in the restaurant "

"the time?" asked me, Azzam also seemed to nod his head, I was silent

"i think the shaman who helped the owner of the restaurant knew what you were doing, so he deliberately sent terror and put you in danger

"then what should I do?" ask me slowly

"this is the result if you like to interfere with people's problems, let alone you who are still amateurs like this, your seat verse is also not memorized right?" his oceh

"hehehe.

"do not even cry, memorize really, the seat will not only protect you, someone who reads the verse of the chair then the house and the area around you will also be protected" he said

"yes I I'll memorize it again"

"yes yuk yuk ride "hunya while riding his motorbike

"but that ... how ?" point me at the ghostly figure of the grandmother

"well, I don't mean, will the ghost follow me ?" ask me a little scared

"you think ?" ask Azzam back

"don't you feel like he's been around you lately?" ask her again

I was silent because it was true what he said, I did feel that there was always someone watching, so the ghost was apparently the one who was secretly watching me.

"let's go up, I'll take you to someone who will be able to help you"

"who?" ask me

"let's also later you know "ask him to ask me to immediately ride his motorbike

"oh yeah, why are you here?"I asked a little closer to her ear, because the wind made her hearing a little disturbed, whereas if I screamed then my voice would definitely be heard by someone else

"where is it ?" ask her

"i mean in that place?"

"oh ..that's.the father asked me to buy pellets to eat his ornamental fish, I just happened to go that way and see you" he said

"oh..."

There was no more conversation between us, so the appearance of the figure of the grandmother made me surprised, the grandmother was seen standing on the side of the road while looking at me sharply, even in every corner the grandmother showed herself.

"you're right Zam, the grandmother followed me "shrank me

Azzam turned his motorbike to a narrow alley, which can only be passed through one motor, when there was another motor in the opposite direction, Azzam also pulled the motorbike so that the motor could pass.

It turned out to be quite dense also houses here, all the houses almost attached to each other, there is no partition at all, even almost no yard of the house in every house.

Moments later we arrived at a simple house, the walls and floors were made of wood. From what I noticed only the house is still in the form of a stage, I think it is unique, so it is like an old house. Although impressed old school the house still looks sturdy and clean. This house is also the only one that has a yard, there is one cherry tree there.

"we have reached , let's go down" said Azzam while turning off the engine motor

"whose house is this?" ask me

Not yet Azzam answered , a middle-aged mother wearing a long-sleeved negligee also instant veil namoak brown color out.

"loh...Azzam, kirain who "say his words while smiling

"assalamualaik...Ma'am "said Azzam yelp it

"waalaikum salam..want to see my father ?" ask the mother

"yes ma'am, there's no ma'am?" ask Azzam

"father has departed to mushola, just "said the mother while glancing at me

"oh yes Ma'am, this is my friend Lala's name "I just smile and so does the mother

"La, this is Salamah ma'am's wife Pak kyai "again I smiled in response, that's how awkward it felt to be confused about what to say

"yes already, you just wait for all the Maghrib prayers together, it just so happens that Afifah has just returned from the cottage, just got a holiday "

"waduh later home his kemaleman dong, not good also bring the children of people, if that's it later I come again, please just convey to mr. kyai, tomorrow we return " said Azzam refused the invitation of Salamah's mother, really said Azzam if we wait for Pak kyai to come home will definitely be late, granny must be worried deh

"titip greetings to Afifah ya Bu" continued Azzam

"yes already then , you be careful on his path "

After saying goodbye, we finally left the house

On the street I did not say a word, the figure of the grandmother who reappeared in the street I did not mind, until the house finally I opened my voice.

"thank you Zam"

"hm.iya.iya.you must remember to always fortify yourself with dhikr and prayer, because like his grandmother will continue to disturb you" he said

"yes "

Until Azzam finally left

" like his Azzam very well know the family of Pak kyai, then Afifah ... who ? are they friends, or maybe he's the one who's been betrothed to her ? ah bodo is very why I also think" murmured me as I entered the house

"salamaloret..."

Right after I said the Maghrib greeting

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