According what Nur said. The car stopped in the forest D's entrance track, it took 4-5 hours from city S, imperceptibly, it's already evening, plus, the area is close with the forest, makes the vision are limited, not there yet, it's started to rain. Now complete.
After waiting for a half hour, seen from a far, lights were closer, Nur and Ayu said that they will pick them to the village.
Apparently, who picked them are 6 middle aged men, with their old motorcycle.
"Huh, motorcycle, eh?!" Wahyu mocked suddenly, at that time was strange, whether intentionally or not. Words that are considered normal in city S, was responded by those men, their face doesn't look like it and cynical look at Wahyu.
Who pays attention to all the details, was only Widya. Whatever it was, hopefully not a bad thing.
In the middle of slight rain, the roads was muddy, there was trees surround them, they traveled with the sound of old motorcycle that wanted to stall, plus, the road rises and falls, makes Widya thinks again.
It's been almost an hour, but they still go further into the deep forest.
Worried that what Ayu means, half an hour past quarter is half-day, Widya started to hope all of this was quickly done.
In the road, no one from the driver is talked to them, weird. Are all the peoples from the village are quiet?
Night become darker, and the forest was more silent, but, people said, where the silent and quiet are found, there, secrets are kept tightly.
Now, regret was thought in Widya's mind, is she ready, spent 6 weeks, in the village, deep in the forest?
When the sound of motorcycle break the drizzle, from a far, faintly, a voice was heard.
Familiar sound, with Kendang's and Gong's (parts of Javanese traditional instruments) clubbing, followed by Kenong, Kompyang, and Mebaur become the sound of Gamelan music.
Is there anyone having an Hajatan (Indonesian traditional celebration) here?
And, faintly the sound was gone, then there was a wooden gate called Gapura, welcomed them.
They were arrived in the W**** Village, the place where they're going to devote themself for about 6 weeks.
"Excuse me..." said the motorcycle man before leaving Widya.
"Come here!" Ayu shouted, beside her, there was stand a man, his face was calm, with a thick mustache, wearing an eastern Batik shirt, he stood as if he had been waiting a long time ago.
"This is Mr. Prabu, village head, he is my brother's friend. Mr. Prabu, this is my friends from the S city, who want to SSS in here."
Mr. Prabu introduce himself, told a stories about the history of his village, in the middle he told the story, Widya asked why the village must be so rimland, with a giggle, Mr. Prabu answered.
"So rimland? The distance from here to the main road only 30 minutes."
Widya confused, all peoples were confused by Widya's words. Feels like her words was confusing them.
"Maybe you're tired, so, let's go, I'll take you to the place where you all will stay."
In the middle of confuse, Ayu rebuked Widya, "What do you mean Widya? Why did you ask that, you make me feel-free."
Widya realized, something was wrong.
Place to stay for the boys is a slum that used for integrated healthcare center, but it's already changed, although the floor covered by soil, but inside it there was a bed covered by a mat.
For the girls, they will stay in the villager's house.
Inside the girls room, Widya asked, the meaning of her words of what she said to Mr. Prabu, because, on the road, according what Widya felt, it's more than one hour, Ayu argued that not that longer in the road, weirdly, Nur choosed not to arguing.
Nur, chooses to silent.
"Hey, did you hear, in the road, there was a people playing Gamelan?"
"Well, maybe the villagers had a celebration/Hajatan."
Different with Ayu,
Nur, seeing Widya with a creep.
While talking softly, Nur that must be talkative then the other, she said, "Girls, there can't be a village near here, there can't be a celebration here, ancient peoples said that, if hearing a music of Gamelan, that's a horrible sign."
Hearing that, Ayu ignited and negotiated Nur because she was talk a not good things.
"Nur, don't talk carelessly not that you follow the observation in this village with me, not yet a day, you are talking nonsense like this."
Ayu walked away, leaving Widya along with Nur.
That time, Nur said that, "Hey, I heard that Gamelan music too."
"The problem is, I saw someone was dancing in the road."
"Oh dear!" Widya said with disbelief
Nur stares Widya with worried, her tears started to falling down, Widya then hugging and calming her.
It was right what her mother said to Widya.
"Water always flowing to east." Which means, that the east is the place where all gathered into one, between the bad and baddest, and now, Widya must stay in the eastest forest.
Nur and Widya's story about the Gamelan sound along the road, was just the beginning, like a coffee still in the sweetest taste, not at the bitterest taste yet.
Widya does belive in supernatural things, it's in her religion, but this time, she felt that experience immediately, although it was just a sounds, different with Nur, her friend, she admited to see what she shouldn't have seen.
Maybe Nur is more sensitive.
Since the first time, Nur is the most different than the others, only her that wears a veil, compared with Ayu and herself, Nur is the religious one, cause as far as Widya herself known, Nur is an alumnus of a well-known Islamic Boarding School in city "J".
Apart from all of that, that Student Study Service experience, will never forget by all students.
"Nur," Widya said, still calming her. "Nur, can this story not spread to the others? It doesn't feel good, if the villagers hear it too, moreover we are here as a guest, everything will be okay, right?"
Nur nodded, although reluctant answered Widya's word, and that night, imperceptibly, was just passed like that.
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KKN in Penari Village
Horror✔ TRUE STORY ✔ "KKN di Desa Penari" (translated: "Student Study Service in Penari Village or SSS in Penari Village") Based on true story that written by Twitter account named @SimpleM81378523 or @SimpleMan This was a viral true urban story from Indo...