Midnight Foot Step
Chapter 24 - The Ritual of Offer

Mr. Hasan's footsteps were heard echoing in the rooftop, followed by heavy footsteps belonging to Bu Rima. The two broke the silence between the dim nights.

While dragging Dance's body, Mr. Hasan walked quickly towards the offering room. While Bu Rima was tired, she just followed him behind.

"Mom open the door!" mr. Hasan ordered while looking back.

"Yes sir." Bu Rima sped up a step and immediately opened the door of the room.

Mr. Hasan quickly entered and put the body of Dance on the chair. Then tie it with a rope like this one afternoon.

"Sir!" call Miss Rima.

"Why Ma'am?"

"We haven't caught his friend yet, what if he runs away? Should .... we look first?" asked Bu Rima with a bit of worry. He was afraid Siska managed to get out and report to the surrounding residents.

"No, ma'am, later. He couldn't possibly have gone far, definitely just around the dorm. We better hand him over first, just turn on the other one," replied Mr. Hasan while glancing at Tari, who is currently drooping on the chair.

"Alright Sir. I'll just follow you." Bu Rima nodded slowly.

"Yes, ma'am, let's get started" asked Mr. Hasan.

He walked to the corner of the room and placed the offerings there, complete with incense and also an oil lamp.

"Mom close the curtain first" said Mr. Hasan, turning on the oil lamp.

Bu Rima complied and closed the curtain. Then he approached Hasan and sat down beside him. In the next instant, Mr. Hasan and Bu Rima started the ritual. They gathered near the well-arranged offerings. Before reciting the spell, Mr. Hasan first burned the incense.

The showroom turned creepy. The dim light from the oil lamp combined with the distinctive fragrance of incense and went out to all directions. Meksi is not any sighting, but people will goosebumps by themselves.

It's good to faint Dance. Because if he didn't, he might have been gripped by a huge fear. It can be a trauma throughout his life.

Moments after Mr. Hasan and Bu Rima cast a spell, a cold wind blew into the room. The fire in the oil lamp moved to and fro, but it was strangely not extinguished. In fact, even though the wind blows harder.

Haaaa!

Haaaa!

Haaaaah!

Scary figures began to show themselves. Crossing to and fro while sniffing the fragrance of incense. But, Mr. Hasan and Ms. Rima were undaunted. They are used to the presence of these creatures.

Those sinister figures are getting clearer and clearer for longer. Kite on the ceiling of the room while laughing sniggling. As if very proud of the food presented by Mr. Hasan.

Mr. Hasan and Bu Rima continued to chant, until the figures approached and surrounded the offerings. Each of them inhaled the scent of flowers and incense, then laughed loudly after feeling satisfied.

Minutes passed, Mr. Hasan and Ms. Rima were still loyal to his spells. Until finally, the gust of cold wind completely froze. The figures surrounding the offerings faded and disappeared.

Shortly after, a black and large figure slowly appeared. His fiery red eyes stared at every inch of the room, while his pointy teeth were drooling foul-smelling.

Realizing that his lord had come, Mr. Hasan and Bu Rima smiled widely. They finished the spells, then lowered their heads while cupping their hands in front of their chests, typical of slaves who set their respects to the role model.

Because the food offering ritual was finished and the demon king had arrived, then Mr. Hasan and Rima began to prepare the ritual offering of life.

Mr. Hasan moved while carrying some incense sticks, while Bu Rima prepared offerings on a special tray.

Mr. Hasan went to the Dance and stuck the incense around him. Then, take a set of flowers that have been soaked in a copper basin.

With a muttering mouth, Mr. Hasan poured the flower water into the body of Dance. From head to toe. Not a single body was left unturned.

Behind him, Bu Rima had already brought the offerings that had been prepared. The session was placed on a chair in front of the dance.

Seeing the finished offerings, Mr. Hasan tore up the shirt that Tari wore. Then put it on the table. It was the main condition that his life was always in the power of the devil.

"Come on Ma!" said Mr. Hasan.

Bu Rima nodded and then took a position, which was to rest in front of the offerings while cupping his hands.

Strange spells rang out again, this time louder than before. The demon lord looked at them with a grinning smile. Then, he stood behind Dari with his hands held high.

Other than the mantras from Mr. Hasan's and Bu Rima's lips, no other sounds were heard. The demons who inhabited the room just stared from a distance, while the demon lord focused on his task, which was to take the life of Dance and imprison her in his power.

The ritual of offering life almost worked. The devil's hand that was originally raised upright, now gradually descended and seemed to want to hold the body of Dance. He also lowered his head and pointed his pointed teeth at the dance crowns. From there, he will take the life of the victim.

When the devil's hand with Dance's body was only a finger away, the door of the room was broken from the outside. Apparently, people are coming. Mr. Hasan and Ms. Rima flinched. They didn't expect people to find her secret place. Due to being too focused on the ritual, the two did not hear the roar of steps that must have been quite loud.

"Stop your curse!" shouted the thick-bodied man who walked the front.

On the other hand, the body of the demon king bounced. The light surrounding him gradually extinguished and his figure disappeared in no time. He has lost his strength due to the ritual importance of seeing the human eye which is not his slave.

"How dare you come here and interfere in our affairs! Get rid of you!" furious Mr. Hasan while moving. He quickly took the machete and was ready to slash the bodies of the citizens.

"Your actions are criminal. Where can we just shut up!" sahut the stocky body. "Come on, gentlemen, sum up the two of them and save the girl!"

Ms. Rima was frightened and took refuge behind Mr. Hasan. Wishing the husband could defeat the citizens even though it was a little impossible.

"My anxiety came true. The girl reported to the people around. What do we do now? Can you fight these many?" batin Bu Rima's.

"Stop!" shouted Mr. Hasan while brandishing his machete.

The citizens who have boarded the black do not pay attention to these actions. They are pressing in and ready to arrest Mr. Hasan.

"Ohhhh!"

Nahas, one of the residents was injured when Mr. Hasan swung his machete. The sharp object scratched his arm and made him bleed.

"Forward again! And I killed you all!" threaten Mr. Hasan.

"Mr___"

"Find your guns, hurry!" cut Mr. Hasan.

Bu Rima nodded and then looked for an object that could be used as a weapon. Because there was no sharp object, then Bu Rima stepped on the chair whose leg was almost broken. Succeeds. The trunk of the chair leg complete with nails that stick out, is now in his grasp.

"We fight together Sir," said Bu Rima while standing next to Mr. Hasan. Although trembling, but he tried to fight so that his life was saved.

"You don't do much behavior! Put those guns down or we'll go thronging on you!" threaten one of the citizens.

Mr. Hasan shuddered at the threat. Being harassed by people is a bad thing. Not only was he badly injured, but he died.

However, it was also impossible for him to give up so easily. The residents must have reported it to the police and he will be in jail. Nah! That can't happen!

"You're gonna beat up and I'm gonna kill you." Mr. Hasan smirked.

"You can't fight us. It is better to go quickly and do not interfere in this business," said Bu Rima with a position ready to hit.

The residents were confused, the cleaver carried by Mr. Hasan, as well as the nails in the hands of Bu Rima, both equally sharp. It was from a friend who was injured and bleeding. As for them, none of them carried weapons. Understandably, it was in a great hurry.

Seeing Siska who was about to faint at the gate, they were extremely panicked. So when the girl complained, they went straight into the dormitory. There was no time to go home and get a gun. That's why they all came empty-handed.

"Go! Hurry you guys up!" shouted Mr. Hasan.

Shortly after, a young man came up with quick steps. In his hands were already two pointed bamboo stalks.

"Take this," he said while handing the bamboo to the thick-bodied man.

"thank you. We can knock them out like this" replied the stocky body.

"Give up, before we beat you up! We can't guarantee you'll live if that happens!" threaten the young man while staring intently at Mr. Hasan. His stature was gallant and fierce, just one bluff the opponent's guts would shrink.

No exception Mr. Hasan and Bu Rima, both very scared. This time, they had no way to escape. Although the weapon carried was only bamboo, but it was very dangerous. Moreover, there were many citizens with him. It must not be difficult to subdue him who is just the two of them.

"Let's go, gentlemen, let's clean them up!" shouted the man loudly.

"Come on! Comeing! Come on!" encourage other people with enthusiasm.