Just a little break
The Horror Story of Ojek Online

It is said that night was on Saturday. Fikri had just finished his nightly tomb in a simple rice stall, which also became a gathering place with his friends. Fellow online ojek driver.

There are no ten minutes finished eating, there is an entry order in his online ojek application. After he saw, it turned out that the order of food packages from a young man who asked to be delivered to his home in South Jakarta area.

It's late, Fikri intends to go home and rest. But since today is empty of orders. From morning till night he had only three orders. Therefore, Fikri did not dare to refuse the sustenance. He ventured to accept the order.

Fikri asked his senior friend about the location where to deliver the food. In addition to being told about the location point and the benchmark of the location, his friend also advised Fikri.

“Be careful, Fik. There the area is deserted. Afraid of begal or dedemit,” said the senior driver.

“Siap, Bang. Ane go first, Bang,” reply Fikri.

Time has shown at nine o'clock. Got the order too, nothing. After the cooking. Fikri immediately drove him to the intended address. Coincidentally, Mesan has also shared its location.

Fikri started down the road while pegged to the direction indicated hp. It turned out that quite far also the order that he delivered, and when crossing a cemetery area. Suddenly his body felt cold. The online motorcycle jacket he wears, feels useless.

“This is really unsui, the address. Sample time to aeral funeral gini?” murmured Fikri, starting to feel something was wrong.

There were about three times he just circled in the cemetery area. But he did not find the address he was looking for. Finally he tried to ask the satay merchant who happened to pass by. Because if only based on google map, usually like to be mistaken as well.

Sure enough, it turned out that Fikri had gone the wrong way. Should have been on the big road Fikri went up. Through the flyover, if he passes below, there is no road that goes directly to this address. Must be a muter-muter first. Just found that address.

Finally Fikri returned to the big road. To fly over to that address. The young man who ordered sent a wa message to Fikri. Ask his position, because for a long time the order has not arrived. He and his brother are starving.

Fikri also managed to arrive at the housing complex address of the buyer. The atmosphere of the housing complex was very quiet. Fikri had asked permission for the security complex to deliver the food, and he was given permission and opened the portal by the security. Without asking for details of the address where he was delivering the food.

The location of the food ordering housing complex, seems to be still quite new and some facilities are still built. There are some roads that are still red earth. There are lots of trees too. The houses are still a little. There are some houses that are ready, and there are some that are still half-finished.

After entering deeper, almost Fikri arrived at the destination location. A house is located almost at the end of the complex. From afar, the house is adjacent to a large grove of banyan trees and achems, which extend to the later remnants of land from the housing complex.

Fikri felt a little bad at the time. Especially when he looked at the food-order's house. There was a white figure with a cloth tied on it. He was waiting in front of the house.

Fikri tried to get closer, then he was surprised to see a white figure in front of the house. It turned out to be a tall and large pocong. Fikri did not dare to come closer. He wanted to turn around and walk home.

However, there was a call from the food customer. Ask where is his position? why is the food so long?

Fikri also picked up the phone, and explained the reason,”Ma. I'm actually close to home, Mom. But I was afraid to get close again. You see there is a huge pocong in front of the house Mas.”

“Iyaa, Mas. If you don't believe try it Mas see it alone,” pinta Fikri.

For a moment there was no sound from the food. Then, when he noticed again the large tall pocong figure that was in front of the house, had disappeared. Don't know where it's going and when it's gone.

“Hallo, Mass. That was just my fad. Now you can come here, Mas,” added the food ordering.

Fikri also approached the house which turned out to be quiet without residents. The lamp is dead. It was dark and gripping, like it had been uninhabited for a long time. Fikri tried to look inside the house saying hello while shouting, “Pakeet! pakeet!”

There was no answer from inside the house. Fikri's feeling is getting bad. Moreover, the number of the food ordering is also inactive. Finally he photographed the house for him to make a proof of report if one day from the office there are asking about this order.

Without thinking anymore, Fikri also put the order food on the fence of the house and hurried back home. But, he felt confused. Which way is the exit of this complex. From then on he was just like he was going around in circles.

He saw his watch. He was surprised it turned out that there was already about half an hour he was just circling around in this complex. It has not healed that confusion. Suddenly, Fikri felt his motor was heavy. Like someone was sitting in the back seat. Fikri ventured a peek through his rearview mirror.

Wonder who was suddenly in the back seat. In his heart and mind, he thought that the pocong was the one in the backseat. However, his estimate was wrong. Because the one in the back seat is a very very ugly creature.

The creature seemed to show its face. His hair was dreadlocked, covering almost his entire face black like freshly hot asphalt. His eyes were white with no black cornea in them.

His nose is long and flattened forward like a duck's beak. His mouth widened, to the ears, and there were two large fangs on his lower teeth. It feels hot air and a thick fishy smell coming out of the creature.

In a state of fear and panic, Fikri read Ayat Kursi, Surar Al Ikhlas, Al Falaq and An Nas, and Shalawat Jibril. Seek help and assistance from the King of Man, from the Lord of men. Fikri's breathing seemed to become claustrophobic, and his gaze became blurry and dark.

“Mas wake up, Mas,” someone shakes Fikri's body.

The shock is pretty loud. Makes Fikri wake up from his very sleep very very sleepy.

“Mas why sleep here, Mas?” asked the man who woke Fikri with a face of astonishment.

Fikri who had not yet fully recovered his consciousness was, trying to digest his surroundings. He saw his watch. Half-six in less than five minutes, the night rose early and the specks of rain slowly descended from the dark sky.

Fikri looked around where he woke up from his sleep, then gasped in shock. He remembered the horrors he had experienced last night. Turns out he fell asleep on the porch of the house where he was dropping off a food order last night. To the man who woke her up, Fikri told her all the things she had experienced last night.

“This house is indeed empty, Mas. From the beginning it was built until now, no one wants to nquatin,” said the man, who turned out to be the guard of the complex.

At this hour he usually likes to patrol. Finally, Fikri decided to go home. In the hope of not experiencing any more events, like the one last night he experienced.