A short horror novel adapted to Chinese students. Will they survive the internship?
Simplified Chinese
努尔说得对。公车走了四五个小时，他们就在那边下车。不知不觉天开始黑了。能看见的东西越来越少了。
等了半个小时之后，有亮光慢慢地出现。努尔和阿雨说他们来了。
接他们的人有六个。他们骑着旧摩托车。
他们在上车时，开始下小雨了。
去村子的路上都是泥土。旁边都是树木。他们骑着这么旧的摩托车，冒雨而走。
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他们走了一个多小时，摩托车也没停下来，越来越进入森林里。委滴雅很想问骑着摩托车的人，但他们都没有说话。真奇怪。这村子里的人都不爱说话吗？
天越来越黑。森林越来越安静。委滴雅有点后悔了。她能不能忍住，在森林深处的一个村庄里待6个星期？
不久之后，委滴雅听到了小小的声音。那个声音越来越近。
是很熟悉的声音。有鼓声，有锣声，也有甘美兰的声音。好像这里附近有个传统婚礼。
乐器的声音渐渐地消失。他们看到一扇木门，欢迎他们。
他们终于到了。
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「我们到达村子了。然后会有人跟你们见面。我们先走了。」
「好的，谢谢你们。」
摩托车就这样离他们越来越远。
「嘿。」
一个陌生的声音，出现在他们旁边。
Traditional Chinese
努爾說得對。公車走了四五個小時，他們就在那邊下車。不知不覺天開始黑了。能看見的東西越來越少了。
等了半個小時之後，有亮光慢慢地出現。努爾和阿雨說他們來了。
接他們的人有六個。他們騎著舊摩托車。
他們在上車時，開始下小雨了。
去村子的路上都是泥土。旁邊都是樹木。他們騎著這麼舊的摩托車，冒雨而走。
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他們走了一個多小時，摩托車也沒停下來，越來越進入森林裡。委滴雅很想問騎著摩托車的人，但他們都沒有說話。真奇怪。這村子裡的人都不愛說話嗎？
天越來越黑。森林越來越安靜。委滴雅有點後悔了。她能不能忍住，在森林深處的一個村莊里待6個星期？
不久之後，委滴雅聽到了小小的聲音。那個聲音越來越近。
是很熟悉的聲音。有鼓聲，有鑼聲，也有甘美蘭的聲音。好像這裡附近有個傳統婚禮。
樂器的聲音漸漸地消失。他們看到一扇木門，歡迎他們。
他們終於到了。
—
「我們到達村子了。然後會有人跟你們見面。我們先走了。」
「好的，謝謝你們。」
摩托車就這樣離他們越來越遠。
「嘿。」
一個陌生的聲音，出現在他們旁邊。
(Audio is not available, in order to keep the ambiance of the whole story)
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English translation
Noor was right. After the bus had gone for four-five hours, the got off there. They weren’t aware that the sky had started to get dark. They could see less and less.
After half an hour, a light slowly started to appear. Noor and Ayu said that they had come.
Six people came to pick them up. They were riding old motorcycles.
When they were getting on them, it started to drizzle.
The road to the village was all mud. On the sides, nothing but trees. They were riding on such old motorcycles, in spite of the rain.
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They had been going for more than one hour, they hadn’t stopped the motorcycles, and gotten further and further into the forest. Widya wanted to ask the drivers of the motorcycles, but none of them said anything. Really weird. Does no person from this village like to speak?
The sky got darker and darker. The forest got more and more silent. Widya felt a little bit regretful. Would she be able to endure spending six months in a village deep in the forest?
Not a long time after that, Widya heard a tiny sound. That sound came closer and closer.
It was a familiar sound. There was the sound of drums, there was the sound of a gong, and there was also the sound of gamelan. There seemed to be a traditional wedding in the vicinity.
The sound of instruments gradually faded away. They saw a wooden door, welcoming them.
They had finally arrived.
—
“We have reached the village. There will be someone to meet with you later. We are leaving now.”
“Alright, thank you.”
And so the motorbikes got further and further away from them.
“Hey!”
A strange sound was heard next to them.
Indonesian Translation
Perkataan Nur benar. Setelah bus berjalan selama empat-lima jam, mereka pun turun di sana. Tanpa sadar langit sudah mulai gelap. Yang bisa mereka lihat semakin lama semakin sedikit.
Setelah menunggu setengah jam, cahaya perlahan mulai muncul. Nur dan Ayu berkata yang bahwa mereka telah datang.
Yang menjemput mereka ada enam orang. Mereka mengendarai sepeda motor tua.
Ketika mereka menaiki motor, hujan mulai turun.
Jalan menuju desa semuanya berlumpur. Di samping, semuanya pohon. Mereka mengendarai sepeda motor tua itu, menerobos hujan.
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Mereka sudah berjalan lebih dari satu jam, motor mereka tidak berhenti sama sekali, dan semakin lama semakin bergerak jauh ke dalam hutan. Widya ingin bertanya kepada pengemudi sepeda motor, tetapi mereka semua tidak berkata sepatah kata pun. Sangat aneh. Apakah semua orang desa ini tidak suka berbicara?
Langit menjadi semakin gelap. Hutan semakin sunyi. Widya merasa sedikit menyesal. Apakah dia bisa bertahan menghabiskan enam minggu di sebuah desa jauh di dalam hutan?
Tidak lama setelah itu, Widya mendengar suara kecil. Suara itu semakin lama semakin dekat.
Itu suara yang familiar. Ada suara drum, ada suara gong, dan ada juga suara gamelan. Tampaknya ada pernikahan tradisional di sekitar sini.
Suara instrumen tersebut pelan-pelan memudar. Mereka melihat pintu kayu, menyambut mereka.
Mereka akhirnya tiba.
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“Kita sudah sampai di desa. Nanti akan ada orang yang bertemu dengan kalian. Kita pergi dulu ya.”
“Oke, terimakasih.”
Dan sepeda motor pun semakin menjauh dari mereka.
“Hei”
Sebuah suara yang asing, muncul di samping mereka.
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