Just a little break
The Horror Story of the Old Building

“Assalamualaikum, Anggit Anggit. Play the yuk ball!" shouts Acil. At the door of his friend's house painted blue.

“Members. Take it!" Rendy called.

“Git, ballplay, Git. Ayo, Git!" pekik Soni added.

The rest of my friends, standing waiting. They were all about ten years old. Actively playing and gathering with friends. Then the son of the head of RT, the owner of the house came out to his friends to blend in and play ball.

After asking permission first with his mother. His mother allowed his son to play ball with his peers. On condition that before adzan maghrib arrives, he must have arrived at home. Consider it with ten other children blending in and walking towards the field where they used to play. The weather is suitable for playing outside.

The place is not far from their home. Located in the former parking lot of the old building, which used to be a shophouse. Next to the old shophouse. There is also a small natural pool with swamps. Usually this place is a favorite spot for Fathers or teenage children to fish.

Fish like shoes must be here, even if you are lucky to get catfish or cork. Then they played, because it was so exciting. Almost made them forget about time.

“How many scores, nihh?” ask Sonny later.

“Still the same three,” Anggit replied.

“Tanggung. Continue yuk!" pekik Jakcson's.

“Udah want maghrib, just go back!" pinta Soni to her friends.

His other friends finally agreed. They rest for a while. Make the same foot plate drink. Because incidentally around the field there is a small shop that sells a variety of light drinks and pop noodles. Beres pempin body and drink bentar. They also decided to go home.

“My kebelet. Want to pee first,” exclaimed Anggit.

While running away from his friends, looking for a safe place to pee.

“Where is Anggit?” ask Acil.

“Thin him, kebelet said,” replied Rendy.

“Gilla, pee in place like gini cleaninnya use what? Clean no, clog yes later,” said Soni.

“Tau tuhh's. Indiscriminately the Anggit. Cannot be held until home aja time,” said Adit.

“Lu call dih, Dit. Tell pee at home,” tell Acil. Worrying.

Adit watched the old building closely. “Ogahh, ahh. You are the one who called. I saw the building aja feather my feet already on goosebumps,” he said.

While the Angit in the talk is just relaxed. Consider a quiet place in the building to pee. He also peed, then with his fad he wrote the spelling of his name on the wall of the old building with his pee water.

Without him knowing if his friends had abandoned him. Maghrib's time has come, Anggit. Arrive at home first. Five minutes before the Adzan.

To esokan day. Consider waking up with a sore body. All the body feels like heavy to digerakin. He thought it was just a light effect playing the ball yesterday, because of the lack of warm-up. He also does not pay much attention.

*Taken to school and play, later also lost*. Her thought. However, he had arrived home from school and he had played with him as well. The pain in his body did not go away. Even now his shoulders feel heavier, until his head lowered.

He took a nap, but the result was the same. The condition continued into the night. He has not told this to his parents. In-night. After Isha's time. Consider the arrival of guests.

He was his grandfather from Cilacap. Anggit was a very famous Ustadz in his village. It is said that Eyangnya Anggit also has a sixth sense. He could see invisible creatures. They are often asked to treat people who are possessed, sucked and pelletized.

Eyang Khasan, the call. He felt astonished. Tumben-tumbenan Anggit there Any that is still *ngumpet* in room. Usually just heard the news of his parents want to come, he was immediately waiting for him to continue at the door.

“Iya, get out first, baby,” said his mother.

Assume that actually from then on it wants to come out. But his body feels very heavy, want to walk the same upright aja hard. But, finally Angit was forced out, to meet his Eyeang. Consider walking to the living room where his family gathered.

“*Assalamualaikum*Eyang,” says Anggit lirih.

He answered the greeting from Anggit. Then stared hard at him. While asking. “*Koe why, Nggit*? (You why, Nggit)?” ask Eyangnya.

Consider with his Father and Mother, astonished, curious. Why could Eyang Khasan stare so hard, like angry at Anggit. Then he told them. “*Ana boy, gondrong, pasuryan warata, sikile kebak bitter. Maneh njaluk ngrangkul karo sampeyan*. (There was a little boy, his hair was long, his face was flat, his legs were full of blood. Again ask for a sling in you),” said Eyangnya.

His father Anggit who knew the meaning of the Javanese language was shocked, and asked him. What has he been doing lately? Even supposing to tell it. If after playing ball, he had peed carelessly in the old building, and the wall he wrote his name using pee water.

“*Blogs, Git. Besuk sing ati. Ojo nguyuh indiscriminately. Lan yen until dhisik*, moco Bismillah*. (Oh, Git. Tomorrow be careful. Don't pee recklessly. And if you want to do anything, read Bismillah first),” message Eyangnya.

Consider just looking down sluggish, his neck feels stiff even if only to nod his head. Finally, he asked for a glass of water. The water he recited do’a. Al Fatihah's Letter. Verse Seat. Surat Al Ikhlas's. Surat Al Falaq's. Letter of An Nas. Seven times each.

Shalawat to His Majesty Muhammad SAW ten times. Then closed again with do’a. After that rubbed, starting from the head to the feet of Anggit. Especially on his shoulder, while reading, *Hasbunallah*. After being rubbed using the water do’a.

*Alhamdulillah*, miraculously. With God's permission. The heavy load on Anggit's shoulders and shoulders disappeared. His body felt lighter as before.

“Ojo ninggal yoo prayer, Git.\*(Shalat should not be abandoned yes, Git),” said Eyangnya.

After all that. Think of sleeping well at night. In dreams. He's like he's in an old shophouse, where he's playing ball with his friends. But he is alone.

He was, at the point, where he had just pissed off yesterday. But this time the writing was different. Not writing his name. Unless it says a sentence. *Give me a new home*. With the red color of blood. Take the fear of reading it. He also wanted to run away.

By the time he turned around. There was a white figure hovering not far from where he stood. The figure resembled a child like it was only about three years old.

The figure flew across in front of him. His face was covered in his long messy hair, and his legs were like they were tied firmly by the mine, until there was blood coming out dripping. Instantly, Anggit woke up from his sleep. Sweat pours from his forehead.