Sir!! Borrowing matches
This is a true story experienced by the father of my friend. I don't know in what year, just think of old times. When Pak Rawin (my friend's father) is still bachelor.
Long story short, one night Pak Eri went fishing with a friend on the edge of the Dam. The dam was not as crowded as it used to be, before the dam road was still quiet. Next to the albiso garden road then the rice fields, lighting is still using a small yellow bulb, and even then only one or two points exist.
Maybe in those days it was a natural thing to remember, this city is small, Cilacap. Nothing was strange when the ontel bike stopped at one of the places where the intention was as a fishing spot that night, only that night was accidental or something, only the two of them were fishing. Because usually quite crowded.
The cold night they passed while telling stories, and of course also while fishing. after a long fishing trip, I don't know when and where it turns out there is one other angler who is also waiting for his hook bait to pull the fish.
The distance is not so far only about 10 meters. But the person's face is not so clearly visible, maybe because lighting is also minimal. When they were both surprised while watching the person, he turned his head slowly then stood up. For a long time the foreigner looked at Pak eri and his friend, then he started walking toward my friend's father, his movements were slow but soon reached the side of Mr. Eri's colleague.
Pak Eri's friend started the small talk "Alone sir? here just to be busy, "but the person was still silent while looking at Mr. eri and his friend. Then still with slow movements like someone who did not have the energy, the person squatted next to Mr. Eri's friend. He spoke "Sir, may I ask for a drink?" Mr. Ieri and his friend simultaneously answered "May" while giving a bottle of drinking which contained warm coffee.
After drinking, he again asked "Sir, can I borrow the matches" as he took a cigarette in his front pocket. "Oh, this is the match," replied Pak Ier while handing out a match.
When the person lights up his cigarette, coincidentally Mr. Eri and his friend are watching their fishing rod. The two of them looked back when there was a strange voice, a big and big voice said "this is the match".
How surprised they were when they noticed the direction of the sound came from the figure of a large, black and hairy creature with red eyes like embers. His black body grew bigger and continued to grow until only his fingers were as big as cassava. With a stiff body to be weak like a boneless body, Pak Ieri and his friend ran away and left their fishing gear and bicycle.
Dozens of yards they ran away, hoping for a crowd. when they crossed the road they stopped in a crowd of people who saw their behavior as astonished as two crazy people running around. after being asked and given a glass of drinking water, Pak eri told me about the incident just now and accompanied by a few people, they returned to take everything that had been left behind, including the bicycle.