Mystery of Death Flowers
Terror in the Post Ronda

The situation in the village of Mangga was quiet at night. And this has to do with the terror about the death of Bunga which still haunts the local people.

Although the nights in the village tend to be quiet, some people still maintain security by patrolling. However, the problem is that not everyone on duty has enough courage to patrol or walk around at 10 p.m. Instead, they gather at the campground and spend the night chatting away loneliness and fear.

Tonight, the atmosphere at the patrol station was tense. Residents on duty were discussing light topics, such as the upcoming harvest time, in an attempt to divert attention from the tensions. They are trying to create warmth and comfort in the midst of frightening situations.

"***, my opinion?" asked Sam, when he saw a shadow among the banana trees.

"Ojo ngawe wedi, Cak! Ora is a guyon."

His friend, who ate the black knit cup, gave a warning. It seems he was scared too.

"Ora do not miss liyane, kene wae!" (Not to look at anything else, just focus here!)

Mr. Sam and his friend, finally fell silent and multiplied their views to other places in the patrol post only. They don't want to see something that scares them.

But as time went on, their conversation about the harvest began to change direction. As the atmosphere grew darker and secretly terrifying, one of them finally brought the conversation to a topic filled with darkness, the, it discusses the rice fields where the dead body of Bunga was found in tragic circumstances after being raped by several people. The atmosphere became silent, and tension again enveloped them.

"The rice field became abandoned, when it was time to harvest. Who has a rice field is afraid to come to the rice field."

Some people are silent, contemplating in silence while others try to break the silence by expressing their feelings of terror and anxiety. They shared theories and speculative stories about what really happened on that tragic night. Their fear of the terror that still lurks the Mango village is reflected in every word spoken.

"Isn't it a problem? It has been planted with a large cost, you know!"

"Yes eman, but how else?"

"Shhh ... No, no need to talk about the rice field. Fearfully, the flowers came here. Ati-ati!"

The conversation between them was filled with anxiety and curiosity. Some people try to calm themselves by associating this conversation with myths or spooky stories circulating in the village. However, as the night wore on, an unexpressed fear still floated in the air, reminding them that the Mango village could not yet feel its true calm.

"Sorry, ngapunten. Hopefully, all of this will pass soon and return to normal as usual."

Their conversation becomes a kind of therapy, where they try to support each other and give courage to each other. Although not all of them have the courage to face the terror that exists, but at least, in the middle of the darkness of the night, the, they found strength in their unity and hoped that such a tragic incident would not happen again in their village.

Wuss

"Eh, how come I get goosebumps?"

"Hmmm, I'm yo Iki."

The conversation at the patrol station grew tense as the sound of strong winds suddenly rang out, filling the dark night. Those in charge of patrol became shocked and shaken by the sound. Their belief that the voice might have come from the Flower phantom, which they were talking about, made them even more frightened. They are clashing together, seeking support and courage for each other. Here's an example of a conversation they're having in fear:

Mr. Sam, trembling again said, asking to make sure what he heard was also heard by another friend. "You hear that? What's that sound?"

His friend looked nervous. "I don't know. Could it be the Flower phantom we talked about earlier?"

Others were terrified, when one of them mentioned the name "Flowers" which they should not have talked about under these circumstances.

"Oh no, don't say that! We must remain calm" he whispered, warning the others.

Mr. Sam interjected, "maybe we should unite and face it together. We can't hide here forever."

"But what if it's really a ghost? We don't have guns or anything."

Everyone was anxious, some were already hiding behind the backs of their other friends. They are anxious and anxious, hoping that time will quickly change in the morning.

"Maybe we can scream for help? There are some residents around here who might hear."

Mr. Sam, fumbling through the walls of the patrol post made of wooden planks.

"Or we can try to go together and leave this patrol post. There's no way we're staying here alone, I'm afraid!"

The sound of the wind that is getting louder actually gives a variety of hearing, because it rubs against the twigs and leaves of bamboo trees and others.

Wuss

The kriek krett kriettt

Mr. Sam his friends tried to calm down, not wanting to be affected by strange sounds that caught the sense of hearing.

"Let's think with a cold head. Don't let fear rule us. Maybe it was just the wind blowing hard. You're not two days in this village."

Unfortunately, his thin-bodied friend was frightened by biting his lips with his eyes that did not want to be silent watching around.

"But this is too coincidental with what we talked about earlier. I feel like someone's watching us."

The person wearing the skull was already shivering. "What if the Flower ghost gets angry because we're talking about it? We need to find a way to calm his spirit."

Mr. Sam tried to calm down by saying steady. "All right, let's try it together. Better to face it than to live in fear. We are citizens of this village, and we must protect each other. Let's just pray, maybe then the ghost will leave soon."

With complete confidence, they began to read him whom they were able to speak. Some read the verse of the chair, Alfatihah, Al-Ikhlas and so on.

But apparently, the tense and serious atmosphere created collapsed instantly when there was one of them who misread the prayer.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim ... Allahumma baarik lanaa fi maa razaqtana wa qina adzaban nar."

Suddenly, Sam and the others turned their heads quickly when they heard the prayer. They wanted to get angry, but no one could say a word when they saw the figure.

"Shih ..."

"Neh .. aaa ..."

"Acci ..."

"Han ... ghost!"

They all ran away from the patrol post, without caring about the others.