Tumbar Jelangkung
chapter 11

Chapter 11

The guard who clasped his wrist tightly widened his eyes, angry with Yoga. "Don't lie to you, yeah! You are the umpteenth time person who barged in to watch without a ticket!" The security guard threw down Yoga's body to sit in the chair of the cinema manager's office.

It appeared that a manager in a black uniform was sitting in front of a computer with a variety of rather busy jobs. He glanced at the arrival of the security guard and Yoga who sat in his front seat.

"What's this about? What has he done?" asked the manager who asked the security guard but his gaze stared at Yoga.

"He tried to get into the Theater without a ticket, sir," said the security guard.

"Where is your ID?" ask the manager.

Yoga who was still trembling wanted to reach for his wallet which was inside his pants pocket. But suddenly there was someone running towards the room where Yoga was and violently pounding the door. His breath was puffing,

"Sir,.... Nawat, sir," said the man who was still short of breath because of running, "under a riot, sir. The lobby door broke, sir," the man continued.

The manager who was still sitting was immediately standing up, stepping his feet to get the guards together out of the room and looking at the rumored situation. While Yoga who was still sitting there also stood up and wanted to escape, but his gaze was fixed on the baner installed in the room. The banner reads TUMBAL JELANGKUNG along with the company that produced the film. Without much thought, Yoga immediately snatched the banner several times. He will see the details later because there is a PH (Production House) address that makes the film.

"Can! I'll be there right now!" gumam Yoga is satisfied with his own shots.

The car came out of the parking lot of the mall to an address located in South Jakarta, precisely in TB. Simatupan. He drove his car at high speed, not caring about the red light. He just broke through with the sound of a horn that he continuously pressed. To the extent that the traffic police who saw had given a warning. He kept going fast to his destination.

Some time spent traveling, finally he was in the office that produced the film. It looks lonely dai lura, but there are some cars still parked there. He hurriedly parked his car and got out of the car. Walk quickly into the dimly lit office.

Yoga pulled the front door and stepped foot to enter. However, just as his feet entered the room he was startled by the sighting of a woman dressed in ragged white with long hair, a sinister white face with blackened eyes around the circumference of his eyes. Yoga just yelled loudly so surprised to see the figure.

"Aaaarrrrgghhhh....,"

The woman also shouted in shock as Yoga. "aaaaarrrghhhh...."

"Cuts... Cut... Cut, huft who the hell is that?" said another person who was excited to look at the camera. "Yono, take her to the room," said the person again calling his assistant.

Yono who was called immediately walked towards Yoga and led him to a room that had been directed by the director. Some of the crew on duty chuckled at Yoga's insolence before he was told to follow Yono, the assistant director.

A person inside the room turned his head when two people entered the room. He nodded as Yono lowered his head to return to the filming area.

"Please sit down, Mas" said a bespectacled man in neat clothes.

Yoga immediately pulled the chair in front of him then sat his butt.

"Include me Eko Atmojo. I'm an associate producer here." The glasses guy stretched out his right hand to shake hands.

Yoga also welcomed the helping hand of the man named Eko. "Yoga.." - Yoga...."

"I came here to..," said Yoga, who broke the silence in the room.

"For what, Mom?" sahut Pak Eko's.

"I have to meet with those who made the movie Tumbal Jelangkung, sir," said Yoga again conveyed his intention to come here.

"What's this thing about the film's producers?" ask Mr. Eko again.

"I.., I... I was chased by the same little boy in the movie, sir," said Yoga, who looked to the right and left to make sure no one saw him and whispered.

"Bad should nolongin me. I sat in that chair as I watched the movie, sir," Yoga continued.

The gaze of Eko Atmojo who had been smiling kindly changed to be confused by the complaints he had just heard.

"Huf... But, Mas..," Before Eko finished his sentence, he noticed that a crew had entered the room and brought in an artist who was already in make-up like a ghost.

"Where, Mas? Is that okay yet?" ask the crew.

"Ask the same Joko deh,..." Then the two men left Eko's room. Eko looked back at Yoga with a concerned look.

"Actually, the producer who made the film is not here, Yoga. I'm also confused by what you're complaining about" said Eko staring at Yoga.

"But, Sir. I have to meet the man who made this film, sir. He must know something!" said Yoga who did not want to lose the effort insisted on seeing the film producer.

Eko Atmojo who heard that again let out a long sigh. His eyes showed a very alarming change. He again noticed the gaze of Yoga's eyes that kept begging to be told something, but Eko Atmojo lowered his head.

"I don't really know anything, Yoga. All I know about this is two things."

Yoga fell silent with fear, staring at the silence of the person in front of him before he explained further. "One thing about it is to never break the rules that have been made and determined. And the second one...,"

Yoga gulped his saliva violently. With a memory that suddenly flashed through his mind, back to the cinema queue in the morning, when he stole his hearing about the gossip. Rumor has it that there is a chair in the cinema that should not be occupied. Even his best friend had warned himself not to dabble in what the high school boy said.

"And the second is, for anyone who violates the rules it will be a disaster," continued Eko Atmojo.

Yoga who heard that, suddenly he shook and was frightened. He realized that he would be doomed sooner or later.

His body fell out as he headed to his car. He did not know what else to do until Yoga rubbed his face rough. Then Yoga turned on the machine and passed from that company. Feeling that there is no way out, Yoga tries to calm the raging mind, hoping that everything that happens to it is just a nightmare.

Be continuous...,