Wait and war

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It's midnight in the corner of one of the villages in a small town on the outskirts of Surabaya. Jack looks young age of thirty-five years. Already about to close his coffee shop.

"Ah, I'm so tired today, but really I give thanks, Alhamdulillah. That I am still given sustenance for today," grumbled Joko Bagus or his customers often call him Bang Jack.

When Jack started tidying up the tables and chairs that were not neatly arranged. Because there were too many customers this afternoon, the drizzle started to greet him. The clouds began to float around his coffee shop.

"Fortunately I'm already closed, if I were still open it would be a hassle. Because if it rains, of course I have a hard time tidying up the tables and chairs outside the shop," muttered Jack while locking the front door of his coffee shop.

Bleak, blah, blah,

"Please, please, please!" suddenly there was a woman's voice asking for help from a distance. Precisely from the north of Jack's coffee shop. Because the road in front of Jack's coffee shop. It stretches from north to south and Jack's coffee shop is right at the T-junction.

"What else is this, why every night there are people screaming for help? Indeed, the world is not well it seems. I want to rest, I'm tired. I've been waiting for the coffee shop all day, and tonight I want to sleep well," muttered Jack looking north from the front of his coffee shop.

But there was nobody there and no suspicious activity. In fact, it tends to be quiet and quiet, no one is there either. There are only a few leaves that fall from the fragile tree branches on the right and left of the road.

"Now, now, it sure isn't like this every night. Always bothering me, why don't you stop bothering young people like me who are just looking for spare change until night. Just for the sake of setting up a better future?" again Jack grumbled as he sat in the corner of his coffee shop.

One side in the corner of his coffee shop. He deliberately gave a small stool. To just sit down and enjoy a moment of tiredness. Before he really wanted to go into the house he built from his own hard work behind his coffee shop.

"Please, please, please!" the woman's voice asking for help grew louder and clearer. This time it seemed as if the sound was getting closer. But still there was no one when Jack tried to look back at the sound.

"Indeed you are, yes, never mind if you don't take care of it, of course it will continue to interfere. Just watch out when I find you guys. I might burn it to ashes, and then you'll know the taste later," Jack continued to grumble and started walking slowly north towards the origin of the screams for help.

"At this rate it is definitely necessary to activate the other side of my eye. So that I can see your actions when you start hurting our nation," said Jack, who started walking rather quickly.

Jack's eyeballs began to move abnormally. Rotate clockwise then focus back to center. But when his eyes came back into focus. It turns out that his eyeballs only have one color, namely black overall.

But with this black eyeball technique. Jack can freely see anything, whether it's through solid objects or seeing creatures from another world. Jack's black eyeball technique can also see flashbacks or forwards or backwards in the time of events he wants.

This time Jack's gaze was fixed on several banana trees beside the house of the RT or the head of the neighborhood association not far from his coffee shop.

Exactly one hundred meters to the left of Mr RT's house. Right in the middle of five banana trees right by the road on the east side.

Jack's black eyeballs saw several ghosts with pocong types. A type of demon or ghost that takes the form of a person who has been buried.

Pocong in the sense of one of the devils in Indonesia. Takes the form of a dead person who has been buried. In the Muslim or Islamic world, the dead are always shrouded or worn with a white cloth called the shroud.

The cloth will be worn on the deceased and tied over the head leaving a little bit above the ties. Likewise, under the feet, the same is tied too. So all you can see is his face and that's how the pocong demon takes its shape when it appears.

Jack's black eyes found that there were five pocong surrounding a middle-aged woman. The woman fell and looked so scared. Because the face of the pocong is not like a human face in general.

But their faces were like burnt human faces. Sometimes there are also those who appear with faces just like skulls without flesh but jet black in color. Like a human skull that had just been burned.

"Sure enough I didn't see anyone. The person who screamed earlier turned out to be surrounded by these pocong demons. So this is why with normal eyes I can't see who is screaming," said Jack who was very close to the pocong who were jumping while circling a middle-aged woman in the middle.

"Please, please, please!" Once again the woman screamed for help.

"Ah well then I'll finish quickly. I'm also tired and want to rest quickly tonight," said Jack, starting to chant something by muttering a spell.

Suddenly a green dragon appeared from his right arm. A slightly bright green dragon slowly came out from his right arm and started to squirm as if flying around Jack's body.

"Assalamualaikum my best friend Joko Bagus. Did you call me out this time?" said the green dragon which is often referred to as a companion creature or another name for kodam.

"Waalaikumsalam Kangmas Dragon work Bismillah with the permission of ALLAH, the Lord of the Worlds. I ask for your help and help the woman surrounded by the pocong. Poor him maybe he accidentally passed by here or something. So he was disturbed by the five pocongs," said Jack asking for help from his best friend, the Bergala dragon.

The figure of a rather bright green dragon immediately glided towards the banana tree. The form of the FAITH dragon suddenly became so big. Instantly the dragon FAULTY snatched five pocong figures mercilessly.

Throws it into the air and then shoots fire from its mouth. Instantly five pocong burnt to ashes.

The FAITH Dragon then turned back into a small figure and reentered Jack's right arm. Jack slowly approached a middle-aged woman who turned out to be the wife of the RT himself.

"It turns out that it's Mrs. RT, why are pocongs attacking you, ma'am?" said Jack while squatting beside Mrs RT who was still so scared.

"Eh, you are Joko, my neighbor, aren't you, you're not the pocong-pocong, right?" Mrs. RT still seems so freaked out he thinks Jack is a devil. Even though Jack has returned the color of his black eyeballs to normal again.

"I am Joko Bagus alias Jack Mrs. RT, mother's neighbor, you don't know me. Look, my feet are still on the ground. Cook up, a devil as handsome as me Ma'am, this could be Mrs. RT," said Jack instead inviting Mrs. RT to joke.

"Earlier there was a pocong, how come now you are Joko?" asked Mrs. RT still confused.

"Hala already pocong already dead. Come on now, I'll take Mrs. RT home. After all, he was wandering around in the middle of the night, why did the pocong visit him earlier? There are five more pocongs," said Jack, helping Mrs. RT stand up and then escorted her home.

"Earlier I wanted to urinate Joko. Suddenly I don't remember anything anymore. Eh, all of a sudden I'm already surrounded by pocongs," replied the RT, walking beside Jack and still a bit scared.