Village Horror Stories Collection
Forced to Deliver Kuyang to His House Part 1
...Chapters II...
...Forced to Deliver Kuyang to His House...
It was ten o'clock at night, after leaving the tasmiah event at one of the houses in our village, an object suddenly fell from the top of the tiwadak tree (explosive) made me a little surprised.
I thought it was just a ripe tiwadak fruit, because from afar it was already smelling the fruit. I was curious to get close to him, when I saw it, it was not a fruit but something black like hair, there were long decomposed objects and moving chunks.
“Hiks ... hikss .. take me home Mas!”
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Introduce Ogi is my name, now I am 26 years old and just got married a few months ago. My job is as a farmer in the village of Anjir Serapat Tengah Km.12.5 Kuala Kapuas.
If you've heard Amin's story then you know where he lives. Well I'm one area with him, only he goes into handil while I live on the main road of the village and close to the river.
Right now I also want to tell you how my bad experience when I have to deal with ghosts that are actually human events.
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It was Thursday and because now is the season of growing crops so every day I go to the rice fields to graze and plant rice, but at that time the water began to recede because it had not rained for several days and the weather was very hot.
“It's hot ..” I complained while looking up and looking around.
I saw some people starting to return home, some of them also greeted me, then I saw also a teenager near my house carrying a bucket and a large horn towards me.
“Amang Ogi's! (Uncle Ogi)!” screaming called me.
“What you are carrying, seem very happy.”
“Anu Mang, the rubber garden is already dry water, so I'm the same Isar is nyari fish,” said Pihan appeared sumringah.
I also looked into the bucket because I was curious when they held the bucket it looked very heavy, sure enough some haruan fish (cork) and a pretty much.
“Emang rame yes fish?” ask me as if I do not know, even though I myself had intended after this to look for fish, because when I left earlier, I saw the water was dry and only small wells were there.
“Iya Mang pian (You) must nyari also later hunt people handil substation first, we saw someone from them already almost a bucket,” said Isar seemed annoyed.
“Wow! must be soon, then the haruannya fish run out!”
I pretended to be excited to please them. Because for me as much as anyone gets, the fish will not run out just like that, although some people only capitalize on a machete and a bucket alone can get a lot, it can be a lot, because usually haruan fish hide in culverts and holes of small size or a piece of hand, so when he goes inside we can make another hole with machetes (mock) to take it.
“Inggeh Mang, if so we want to go there again,” said Pihan look impatient.
“Oh yes, hurry up there the fish are still many, will hunt people,” I replied to follow them.
“Come! Quick sar!” yelling at the fishing line.
Instantly they ran and accidentally fell Isar almost scattering his fish, lucky to poach swiftly holding the bucket. Of course I was made to laugh seeing it, I felt like I had managed to prank them.
“Astagfirullah Sar, be careful,” said pihan smiled holding back laughter and reached out to help Isar stand up, while Isar actually looked a little pain-resistant.
After standing they ran back to the rubber garden, seeing their spirit I also went to look for fish and walked home.
The rice field is behind the rubber garden, while our house is facing the road. If it starts at home, then the rubber garden is right behind our house, by walking straight through the train field it will find a wide rice field.
Each rainy season this rubber garden will flood long enough, when the water begins to recede there will usually be a lot of fish shoes, papuyu, and also haruan that inhabit it and it lasts every year.
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The fish that I managed to get quite a lot, enough to eat until tomorrow, I also immediately went home to Azan Dzuhur already reverberated.
When I got home my wife was angry. “But long! he said just graze!” he said to pout at me.
“Nih! I find a fish for a while for a side dish,” I replied while giving the bucket.
“Ya already now please buy garem,” replied Halimah.
“Hah .. yes where the money is,” my reply is rather lazy, he just cheated while giving the money.
Upon arriving at the stall, the amang stall seemed confused to see me still dirty with mud, before he could ask I told him first.
“Tuh rubber garden has subsided, so many fish, do not be late nyari, I have nyari earlier and get a lot,” I told him.
“Wah has to be fast, then the hunt is spent by you,” he said jokingly and making me laugh a little.
“Oh yes, is Gi right! He said there was a kuyang last night at our place?" ask amang warung.
“Nah kada tofu ulun mang ai (Nah don't know me).”
“Say almost every night there continues to pass over the house residents here, Lala's mother last night saw behind her house when washing dishes, and, he said he looked like a head with long hair and there was untain like tangled ropes dangling flying over rubber trees, then stopped between Majid and Anang's house,” he told me.
Suddenly Majid came on a motorcycle. “Mang buy aqua glass two dus,” he said while walking towards us.
“Long live!” the answer to the shop confused him.
“Is it true that Jid last night had me at your place? You see Lala's mother saw him stop between your house and Anang,” asked for a moment, at that time I also felt curious and wanted to hear his confession.
“For last night there was nothing, but the third night was gone our uncle saw him flying on the roof as if he were lyrically here and there, we suddenly yelled at him Kuyang-kuyang so that he would feel afraid that the villagers were chasing him, and sure enough he flew away from the shade of the rubber tree behind the house.”
“Emang rich how is Jid?” I wonder because I've never seen it.
“Why yulah (Where is it)?” the answer is confused to explain.
“Yang ulun see tuh like a black-haired spring, the same ... juntain rope, ulun can not see clearly because dark.”
“Oh same as mother Lala hiii ..!” said I replied shuddering in horror with amang warung.
“Eat him," he replied and we nodded.
"Oh yes, anu mang aqua two dus,” he continued and picked up by amang warung.
“Tonight there was a tasmiah ba’da Isya event came Mang lah, Gi,” he said throwing a glance at me after the amang stall, at that time I replied Insya Allah.
“Waduh Mang to forget to buy garem because of my talk ha ha ha ..” said I flagged it, but he just kept quiet and took the garem.
“That's so bad I love this!” he replied while giving garem and I gave up the money.
“Ha ha .. exchange mang.”
“Ya sell.” That's the kind of buying and selling we use in this village.
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In the evening I relaxed with the fathers in the post watching them play chess and also watching TV, I saw Majid coming over to us all, I am sure he must be basoruan (inviting) that there is a scientific event at home, and sure enough at that time he basaruan the same fathers and also me, at that time I also answered Insha Allah.
After Majid left not long ago Amin and Ahmad stopped after returning from boarding school, they relaxed briefly to buy fried foods, and then they stopped, because at that time fried uncle was riding in front of our post facing the road.
“Anu Min how are the rice fields in handil mantat?” my many.
“Anu the water is starting to recede.”
“Oh so yes, here also began to dry, but thanks is still watery, I also have rice fields there but more into and through the housing of your citizens.”
“At least soon rain, because it has been a few days it has not rained.”
"Hopefully I hope."
“Nih! yesterday Amin met the ghost of the pocong on the haunted moon tree,” said Amad after we were silent for a while.
Just contact the fathers there immediately curious, because we know very well about it, I was no less curious. “Why is the story Mad (Where is the story Mad)?”
“Night last Tuesday, he came home alone after tahlilan event at the place of Amang Arif, whereas it was 10 pm but instead dared to go home alone ha ha ha.”
“How else, want to spend the night but be ashamed,” Amin said.
“Ha ha ... how is Min?” ask her.
“Hiii .. his face was rotten and stinky at that time,” he replied briefly because maybe he was still horrified.
“Many get lost when the nyari frog is not far from the place, even until the morning can just go home,” reply I tell you a little.
“Makanya, there are indeed many ghosts,” said Amad.
“Oh yes, have any news that I am not in your place?”
"There is no Mang,” replied Amin
“Loh you do not remember or have not heard from Min,” said Ahmad and Amin just shook their heads.
“Yesterday night, the patrons saw someone flying over one of the houses of residents who had just given birth, lucky that they were patrons yelling at him to make him run towards the rice fields towards handil cempaka, he said,” Ahmad said he looked at me seriously.
“Waduh should be careful of all of us, you should immediately go home already want magrib also.”
“Inggeh Mang, we also want to go afraid even the magic,” Amin replied while Ahmad I still want to tell a story but he chose to come home.
The people in the post also started to go home because the sound of the recording was heard everywhere, I immediately went home and prepared to go to the violin called Al-fajar.
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