"Kliwon Tuesday Night"

 Nama: Ardans Galih Pranata

NIM: 43219012

Prodi/ Semester: Ilmu Komunikasi/4

Mata kuliah: English for comunnication

Dosen pengampu: Ery Fajarwaty Priyono S. S., M.A

"Kliwon Tuesday Night"

Three years ago, at noon, at around five o'clock, my six friends and I gathered at the school yard of SMA N1 Bantarkawung. Era, Dito, Hanin, Sintya, Varel, and Letto purposely did not go home immediately, because they still felt tired after carrying out a series of activities to prepare for the next day's camp activities.

"By the way, the school is very quiet, usually until sunset, there are still lots of extras." Sintya said suddenly.

The six of us simultaneously looked around the school, right. The school was very quiet, only the seven of us left. Me and Hanin, who are basically timid, just shifted places next to Letto and Varel.

"What the hell are you two." Said Varel who was annoyed.

Hanin and I answered in unison, "Afraid."

"You are cowardly." Sintya mocked who was not far from my seat.

"Let me" replied and Hanin, sticking out his tongue at Sintya.

"You three really like to be noisy, noisy or you can hear it."

Said Dito, which made us all immediately shut up. Indeed, among the seven of us the most serious is Dito, he also doesn't like any noise even though we are just kidding. Let's go home, ”invite Sintya, whose house is the farthest from us.

"Bear, it's already evening call to prayer. Just as well as finish the evening prayer first, after all, you can't do the sunset-sunset prayer. " Varel replied.

"Yes, Pak Ustad Varel."

The seven of us walked towards the mosque which is a bit far from the school grounds. Faintly heard the rumble of rain, it was true that water from the sky began to pour down on the earth.

"Yach ... rain." Said Hanin who began to feel the presence of rain.

"Be grateful, Han." Again Varel reminded him.

"Yes, Pak Ustad Varel."

I who heard only smiled.

"How come, the rain is getting heavier, huh?" I said, who is a little bit phobic of rain.

"Don't be afraid, we're all here. And S." Letto said comforting me, they all already know that I have a phobia of rain.

"Yes, dans." Hanin and Sintya approached me from the side.

The voice of Varel who was reciting the Koran made me calm a little, but on the other hand I just realized that tonight is Kliwon Tuesday. Instantly I whispered to Hanin.

"Really, dans. "Shocked Hanin.

I just nodded slightly.

"How come you just said now, dans? "

"I just remembered, Han."

Because Hanin and I were whispering and excited ourselves, Sintya started to get suspicious.

"What's wrong with you?" Sintya asked me and also Hanin.

“Kliwon Tuesday night. Sin. " Hanin answered

"Are you serious?" Sintya replied, who was no less excited.

Me and Hanin nodded confidently.

"Let's go home now." Invite Sintya

"It's still raining, Sin." Answered Varel, who had joined the mosque terrace.

"Just go home now, come on." Kekeh Sintya.

Me and the others started to worry, what's really wrong with Sintya.

"If you guys still want to stay here it's fine, I'll go home alone."

Sintya was ready to go home, he was already running to the parking lot to get his motorbike. 

"What were you talking about to Sintya, until he was like that?" Asked Dito

"This evening, tonight Tuesday kliwon Dit." Hanin replied.

Dito, who heard it, also immediately invited us all to go home, even though it was raining heavily. Me and Hanin held each other, fear already spread throughout the body plus the cold that began to be felt.

Arriving at the parking lot, it turned out that Sintya was not home yet. Instead he was crying.

"Sin, still here?" Asked Letto, but Sintya just said nothing.

Me and Varel looked at each other, felt something was wrong with Sintya. I'm giving the code for Varel, because he's been dealing with that sort of thing a lot. Varel does know a little about the occult.

Afterwards, Varel read some kind of letter to make Sintya aware. But what happened was even worse. Sintya pushed Varel so that he bounced quite far.

And suddenly Sintya approached me, I closed my eyes. Hanin and Letto shout to tell me to run I ignore. My legs seem immovable.

As much as possible I walked backwards to get away from Sintya. Because it was too dark I didn't see that there was a fish pond behind me, I fell over and hit my head on the fountain statue. Blood flowed freshly from there, a pain ran through my body. help me, while Hanin he was crying hysterically in front of the gate near the parking lot. I wanted to laugh at her cries, but this is not the right time to laugh.

Increasingly, my head felt very dizzy. The telephone ringing loudly from the pocket, I tried to take it.

I was surprised, how could Sintya's name be traced on the cellphone while he was not far from me.

I raised him, "Assalamulaikum, Sin."

"Waalaikumussalam, dans. You guys hurry home from there. " Sintya said in a loud and anxious tone. "Where are you, Sin?" I asked confused, if the one who was calling me was really syntactic then who was just now.

"I'm at Mr. Ade's house, near the school."

I immediately killed Sintya's one-sided cockfighting. I told Varel and the others.

The six of us ran as fast as possible, to get away from the creature that resembled Sintya. Until we all left the school and ended up in front of Mr. Ade's house, the school security guard, whose house happened to be not far from the school.

Sintya who saw us, immediately came over.

"You are all right."

“Why don't you say it bluntly, Sin. Poor Ardans, he was trapped and bleeding. " Said Hanin still crying.

"Sorry."

"Stop it." Pak Ade came from inside the house and mediated our argument.

We are all safe in Mr. Ade's house. While listening to the horror story about the school from Mr. Ade Sintya and Hanin, they were so painstaking in treating my head that was bleeding as a result of the impact earlier.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, when it's time to go home, go straight home. If you want to chat, you know that there is something that must be resolved immediately, it's better if you just go to your house, it doesn't matter, you are even happy that you have lots of friends. " Said Mr. Ade warning.

"Yes, sir." Our answers are simultaneous. Because I remembered Hanin's crying voice earlier, I let out a laugh, so that all eyes were on me. "Eh, I'm just funny remembering Hanin's crying voice earlier." I smiled and lifted two fingers up a piss sign.

Hanin, who did not accept it, was laughed at, he punched my sore head.

"Aww."

"Eh, sorry. Dans, on purpose. " Laughter adorns the entire room of Mr. Ade's house.