SUSKALA [Introduction Diary of the Soul Cluster ]
Chapters 14. Regrets of the Savior

Ragasukmas.

The term continues to haunt Sangkala's mind. The teacher told Sangkala that ragasukma is an ancient science that is commonly practiced by kebatinan people and warriors in the past.

A technique of releasing the soul from the body to explore the astral world with full awareness. Only people with special abilities can run it in the present.

That man, Chakra. His body shone so brightly. It was as if he had become so used to releasing the soul from his body.

That night, when Sangkala was focusing on reading, his attention was broken by a light beam in the middle of the school field.

A gleaming flame burned a large object that suddenly appeared on the transitional night of the crescent moon.

The wreckage of a mysterious bus lying in the east field of the school building suddenly caught fire. In it began to appear the figure of the passengers who just sat unmoved in their seats.

Those burnt figures, they were all women.

Sangkala and the teacher approached the burning bus. He opened his notebook in front of Sangkala. A tragic event that happened in the past.

Twenty years ago, a bus carrying schoolgirls from a girls' school crashed while on a study tour.

In that era, local bus vehicles are starting to try out new technologies for automatic doors. Wellasnya, in the accident, there was a short circuit in the automatic door to make the bus burn.

The bus door was stuck, it could not be opened.

The students and the bus conductor screamed with overwhelming fear and pain from being trapped inside. They hunted to lose power due to smoke poisoning until they finally died roasted.

Of the thirty-six passengers, only one managed to escape death. The student suffered minor injuries and minor burns to the face. At the last moment, he broke the glass and jumped off the burning bus.

Firefighters were able to reach the site after three hours of fire. Because the accident occurred on the uphill track of a hill that was far from the city.

Some time later, the location of the scene became haunted. The bus and its contents appear as ghosts disturbing the riders.

But a Kyai Sakti manages to throw them all into school. The question now is..

How do I take them across?

Does this have anything to do with the figure of the only survivor?

With the help of the teacher's navigation, Sangkala managed to find the figure of a woman who survived death twenty years ago.

The woman with the unfortunate burn.

Escaping death does not make the rest of his life happy. The woman is living in trauma. In the tragic sight when death picks up.

When the woman was asleep while holding a photo of her memories with friends first. He woke up to the smell of burnt meat.

The woman was shocked to see a silent girl standing in the doorway of her room.

Bu Nuri just silently stared at the many figures of his previous friend. His mouth could not get a word out.

The dead spirits who were roasted in the bus Sangkala brought before the Nuri bu in their best form.

There was not a single trace of fear on Nuri's face. The woman seemed to grieve with her tears flowing.

One of the dead schoolgirls was roasted, squatting in front of Ms. Nuri and holding her hand. "Please let us go, Nuri. Don't regret that incident again!"

"Yes, Nuri. Don't burden your life again with our departure." Answer one other student's spirit.

"We saw everything.."

"We saw your struggle..."

"We know you've been fighting to save us..."

"However, whose name is already our destiny. We can't blame you. Forget us, Nuri. Don't burden your life with our departure.."

"Don't burden your life with our departure!"

"Forget us, Nuri."

"Forgot us, so we can calm down. Don't burden your life.."

The spirits are restrained by the depths of the pit of regret from the powerless saving. Only Mother Nuri's sincerity can release the shackles.

The photo that was in the hand of Bu Nuri slowly started to burn and disappeared. Along with the release of the regrets, one by one the spirits melted into ashes.

The restrained souls can now cross over to the side of the creator.

When will my turn come?

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...Day 13 Records...

...Dear, diary......

...Just this time I witnessed in it a regret from the past of a human child to hinder the fate of dozens of spirits to cross quietly....

...One lesson I learned, that behind every tragic story, there must be trauma and regret. And both can only be redeemed by sincerity. For even death cannot destroy it......

^^^-Sangkala ^^^