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Merlin slowly rose. Feeling his body fly lightly. The atmosphere of the cold night, made him shiver.
Immediately Merlin sat on the edge of the road. Waiting for someone to pass by. A lonely night round the crescent moon. There was no sound of people mingling. Even the animals of the night are reluctant to listen to their shouts.
But the car's headlights pierced Merlin's eyes. Accompanied by the long howl of the coy dog. Merlin hurried to his feet, he waved to signal the car to stop.
Merlin's hopes missed. The car ran fast ignoring Merlin's wave. At first glance he saw the driver turned to Merlin. The reflexes of Merlin's hands covered his face. He saw the driver's face like a skull. Smirking with full round eyes.
The cold air is getting piercing. Slowly the wind revealed its form. The leaves fall and fall on the hard sidewalk. A sign of rain.
Merlin still stood waiting. Not long ago from the east radiated two beams of motorcycle lights. Merlin immediately waved. Hope motorcyclists stop nearby.
For the second time, Merlin's hopes missed again. Motorcycle riders did slow down. However, only an instant and immediately step on the gas. Merlin covered his face again. For him the face of a motorcycle rider is more sinister. Their hair was dreadlocks with eyes the size of a ping pong ball, as if they wanted to jump out. Their tongues extend outward. Like a ghost.
Merlin began to stare. Fear of what he experienced. Rushing he ran indefinitely. In Merlin's mind there is only one wish. As soon as he arrived at his parents' house.
I do not know how many crossings he passed. How many rows of street lights has he passed. Merlin continued running. Until his body feels light. He did not feel the slightest fatigue.
At the fork in a quiet street, Merlin stopped. His smile touched. He saw a tamarind tree that he was very familiar with standing proudly. The tamarind tree that had been born since it erupted rose in front of his parents' house.
Immediately Merlin headed for his parents' home. The quiet midnight atmosphere enlivened by the coming rain. Merlin knocked on the door and called his father. No answer. Several times he knocked on the door and interspersed with his mother. Still no answer.
The Merlin reflex pushed at the door. It's weird ... the door is unlocked. There was no one in the living room. Tiptoe Merlin to her parents' bedroom door. Locked tight and silent. Directed his feet to his sister's room. Also locked and silent.
Suddenly tired and sleepy crept Merlin's body. Merlin immediately to his room. It's dark. His hand gnawed at the socket, but he could not find it. His instincts led him to bed. Still with dark growling, finally Merua nevertheless lay in bed. Lay down his body. Not long after his eyes fell asleep in a long sleep.
I do not know how long Merlin slept. When he woke up, he heard the voices of people mingling. I could also hear crying from her mother's room. Merlin immediately moved out of the room. It was strange ..., even though there was a loud seduction of the sound of people mingling, there was no one that Merlin saw in the house.
Merlin slowly opened the door to his mother's room. Merlin's eyes widened. He saw a woman crying wry. Women dressed in white fell to their feet. In the hands of the woman, the photo was held in a large frame. Black-colored Merlin photo. Even more sad, the woman's back has a hole. Her white ribs and heartbeat were clearly visible, making Merlin scream in extreme fear.
Merlin ran outside the house. Suddenly his run stopped when going through the porch. He saw many pocong chatting on the porch of his house. As if lost of reason, Merlin ran prancing past the pocong-pocong that began to show his body in rhythm moving right and left. Merlin mightily run away from his parents' house.
I don't know how far Merlin has run. He was breathing heavily and his knees felt weak. A little far ahead, he saw a poskamling that was bright enough by the lights. Merlin tried to approach. There are five men chatting.
"Have you heard, Min?"
"Listen, Wo ...?"
"Merlin who was raped and killed a week ago, her soul is haunting!"
"What are you wandering about, Wo?"
"Yes, wandering ... So the ghost watchman of the tamarind tree in front of his parents' house. He looks like Kuntilanak. His face is pale white like chalk."
Merlin just quietly heard. Unintentionally Nandi said, "I'm fine, sir!"
Suddenly the five men turned to Merlin. They blurred leaving the poskamling. Whereas Merlin ... still stood stiffly without expression.
