Pocong Around
Strange feeling

The POV

I was still lying in a hospital bed, I was still feeling weak, I asked my grandmother not to tell my mom and dad, because I didn't want them to worry.

I am grateful that God still gives me a chance to live, thanks to Azzam also bang Iqbal if there is no somehow my fate, maybe now I have been buried into a corpse .

I silently watched my friends, Mila and Ovan continued to argue, what they were arguing about, but it was also exciting that if they were fooling would continue to fight, without realizing I was also chuckling.

"why La ?" ask Sarah

"ah.didn't , funny girl just look at them, I so imagine if they are fooled for sure every day the storm continues" said I

"hey..did you say ? do not imagine the strange deh, very dirty soul mate with him, rich no other guy, mending me papet sir Iqbal than he "cove Mila

"hidih I also ogah "sambar Ovan

"by the way, what do you have to do with her, how rich is she so good with you La?" ask Mila

"hm.I know you don't" I said.

"ih Lala mah,ayo dong say, if you have no relationship, I can enter "cited Mila again

"where's Mil?" ask Sarah to chim

"to his heart,eeaaaaa...."

"you guys on the lookout I'm rich that's it ?" ask Mila

"no, your feelings only time, I and bang Iqbal have nothing to do with my "say

"is time ? are you sure you have nothing to do?" ask Sarah

"i..iya.surely "my answer is a little nervous.

"do you look nervous anyway?" Mila narrowed her eyes looking at me

"it's not normal "me

I myself do not know why I can be nervous, I remember when I was still unconscious, not unconscious, actually I was aware that only my eyes could not be opened,my lips were locked with my hands and feet, only my ears could hear, and then someone said he loved me,from his voice I can guess if he.bang Iqbal, I don't know what kind of affection he meant, I don't want GeEr because I consider her my own sister.

But there was a strange feeling when Mila said she liked Iqbal, like a feeling of inadmissibility.

I let out a rough sigh, then grabbed a drink and drank it to the end.

Soon after the grandmother and aunt came, my friends also say goodbye including Azzam.

It was still day but the sightings of invisible figures kept popping up, starting from the ghosts of grandmothers, men with flat heads, suckers, little children with both feet destroyed , women berdaster and many others, I tried to ignore and pretend not to see but the existence of Poling and Jessy made the ghosts keep trying to get closer. Like them, they also want to ask for help.

"La, you yourself were here is okay, auntie and grandma want to go home first, want to change clothes also want to bring a mat to sleep later tonight" said aunt

"iya bi, what is "my voice

"yes we have gone, assalamualaikum "

"waalaikum salam "

In this in-house room there are three beds, incidentally, both beds are empty, so now I'm alone here. Not alone actually, there are still ghosts who mill around here and there, even some who look at me.

I also tried to close my eyes. Sleep better than my eyes keep looking at the astral figures. While Poling somehow went where the pocong was.

But just as my eyes closed, I heard strange whispers in my ears, like someone asking me to talk but not clear until the sound of the door opened with greetings.

"salama-title...."

I opened my eyes, saw who came to make me close my eyes again. I don't know if I saw the Iqbal bang so it remembered Mila, and it made me BeTe

"waalaikum salam .." answered me with closed eyes

"sorry, I'm disturbing your sleep" he said

"no I haven't slept "

"grandmother and aunt where? how are you alone?" ask her

"grandmother and aunt go home first" I replied

"sorry yes, I went straight away not saying goodbye first, here you eat it, good dates to restore stamina "

"thank you" said I as I received the date fruit from the hand of Iqbal bang

"sweet" I said after finishing one piece

"of course the sweet name is also the date let alone who ate her much sweeter than her date "

I squinted my eyes

"what the hell bang, so fussy "

"hehehe.names are also efforts "his words.

"try ? "my silence is wrinkled

"let's forget it" said bang Iqbal and then took a drink of water

"this is his drink "

"kirain take a drink for yourself, know it for me, thanks yes "I Kun immediately drink it

"oh yeah bang there are friends of mine who like my brother "say my name

"masa ? who ?" ask her

"Mila "

"Mila...Who's hair short as a canoe?" ask bang Iqbal as if remembering

"yes, what according to Brother ?"

"what is it ?" ask bang Iqbal back

"yes..the answer is ,Don't like it too ?" ask me then

"do you want to be a matchmaker for the story?"

"iih.didn't even , just call it "my mouth.

"oohh.kuman nanya, according to me yes justin she likes me, it's her right "

"Did you like it too ?" ask me again

"who the hell does not like and not like someone especially if they like the person we like too, but unfortunately I do not like your friend "he said

"is your brother really liking someone ?" ask me curious

Not yet she answered my question, suddenly I felt my throat was very dry and hot

"you why?" ask bang Iqbal

"don't know it's the throat I think it's hot" I replied as I continued to hold the neck

"i'm calling the doctor, you're not going anywhere"

"let me go where "my mind is, bang Iqbal went to call the doctor

Moments later Iqbal came back with a doctor, a different doctor to the one who examined me this morning.

"how's doc?" asked bang Iqbal after the doctor finished examining me

"the result of his examination is okay, his throat is fine no inflammation let alone wounds , , ' he said , but if within three hours it still hurts we will do an ENT X-ray to ensure the condition of his throat " said the doctor, I nodded

After that the doctor left, just a few minutes away from the doctor, I felt sleepy and decided to sleep.

"bang, I'm sleeping, it's okay to stay asleep ?" ask me slowly

"of course it's okay, you just sleep, who knows with sleep your throat will improve "

I closed my eyes, but suddenly I felt my body crashing, I was shocked and wanted to open my eyes but could not, my eyes seemed heavy to open,I could still move my hands, Iqbal's panicked voice was heard calling me. Until then I don't know what's going on.

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