Accompany Me to Die
Next Target?

This morning Nayla deliberately walked alone after morning prayers at the mosque. He deliberately passed the haunted house that is still striped yellow. The atmosphere was still quiet and a little dark. The sun had not even appeared yet, Nayla calmly stood in front of the spooky house.

An unpleasant smell was smelled in Nayla's nose mixed with the fragrance of flowers. Nayla took a deep breath, curiosity made her want to step foot into the haunted house.

"If I were to become a madam, I wouldn't break through that yellow ribbon!" Mr. Tarmiji had apparently noticed Nayla from earlier.

"Eeh father," Nayla blushed like a burglar being caught.

"Ngapain is the doctor here? It's still dark too, not afraid of the same demit who's waiting for home here?"

Nayla smiled wryly, she retreated in order and stood next to Mr. Tarmiji. "Who is waiting for this house, sir?"

Mr. Tarmiji chuckled, he walked slowly away from the uninhabited house followed by Nayla.

"The word of the citizens who have seen, there is mbak Kun there, there are also those who say nyai nyai figure pake kebaya, pocong pretty there is also mbak. Complete anyway!"

"Eeh, pretty pocong sir? Does she look like her face is pretty?"

"Not mbak, the end of the pocong jump back and forth beautiful." said Mr. Tarmiji chuckled amusedly.

Nayla's eyes were perfectly rounded and shook her head. "Heyai use kebaya, what likes to appear while nembang java sir?"

Mr. Tarmiji frowned trying to remember. "I don't know, but some residents have heard the sound of women singing at night. Why is this doctor? Ever heard of her?"

Nayla just smiled and shook her head, she invited Mr. Tarmiji to stop by the house to take her breakfast together but Mr. Tarmiji refused. Nayla finally decided to go back home. The Son's doctor was sitting on the terrace reading the morning newspaper that was routinely sent by couriers every day.

"Just come home Nay?"

"Yes yeah, we talked to Tarmiji for a while. Mbok Dar's in the kitchen, Dad?"

"Yes, come in! Ask me to make some more coffee for dad, it's over!"

"Well, a day a maximum of only two cups of coffee. No pity on Nay what?"

"Yes, yes, baby. I need a lot of caffeine, I'm so sleepy last night, you know, you know, you get a monthly report on Dinkes' data."

"Hhhm, yes. Nay said mbok Dar first."

Nayla rushed into the kitchen after putting her prayer tools in the room. Mbok Dar cooks for breakfast. Nayla looked a little, "What cooking?"

"Oh this mbak, again fried krispi mushrooms just as make savory rice. Don't you like it?" sahut mbok Dar without looking towards Nayla.

"It's important to eat mbok, if I really do anything doyan." 

Nayla makes non-sugar coffee for her father because he sees that Dar is busy with his cooking. He glanced briefly at the mother of the Rigid.

"Mbok, Hardcore is great yes can pioneer a large mushroom garden sampe it."

"Yes the name mbak business, he boy time want diem just not work. Tomorrow he's gonna have to live with the family, too, so head of the household." Mbok Dar scooped while frying mushrooms wrapped in flour in a skillet.

"Long time Hardcore business mbok mbok?" 

"Actually he has long pioneered from five years ago mbak, falling awake. Used to follow the coach Dadan continue misah make mushroom business."

"Wak Dadan?"

"Yes, abis came home from the city of Tegar to cooperate with Dadan. Ngurusin the cabbage garden with potatoes, continue to learn to grow oyster mushrooms. Tegar is also in the same peasant group to manage all agricultural produce to be distributed to agents in the city."

"Lumayanlah mbak, mumpung still young. Opportunity to find a lot of money. Now again pioneering the same cabbage potato garden. Not as wide as others but the results are good." explained mbok Dar again.

"Eeh, really Hardcore has a kol.sama potato garden?"

"Yes, why is it?" Mbok Dar picked up a plate near Nayla and placed the fried mushrooms on it.

Nayla smiled wryly and shook her head. He was upset that Tegar had lied to him the other day. But he was not entirely upset that he was secretly sympathetic to the exotic youth who had already comforted his heart when it was sad. Nayla also admires Tegar's unwillingness to show off with his success as a young farmer today.

The beautiful young doctor delivered coffee to his father. They were involved in a small discussion about the death of the citizens who were quite attention-getting. Their arrival in this village in addition to treating the sadness of losing Nuraini but also brought both of them to a new experience.

Assisting police investigations and gaining new experiences on handling suicidal bodies ranging from postmortem (data and examination of the corpse) and ante-mortem (matching data with family and doctors). While engrossed in discussion, a villager came in contact with Gopoh.

"Sir doctor, please! Please help my son Doc!" The man in short pants and the white T-shirt was cuddling.

"Why is his son sir?" The doctor asked as he approached the man.

"Surprise, doctor! His eyes were upside down, all white! Please doctor, help my son!" The man who was about thirty years old was crying.

"Nay, get me daddy's bag!"

Nayla quickly ran into the house and came out carrying her father's bag. He also went with his father. The three walked quickly towards the bamboo whispering house that was at the end of the road about five hundred meters from the official house.

"Quick the doctor!" The wife greeted the arrival of the doctor Son and Nayla anxiously.

From inside the house there was a growling sound followed by the sound of falling objects. The son's doctor and Nayla looked at each other then rushed in. How surprised they were when they found a boy who was crawling in the position of kayang. His eyes turned upside down to show his white color. His lips continued to say words that were not clearly stirring, his mouth began to foam.

"Dad," 

Nayla was terrified, she took refuge behind her father's body. In his eyes, the boy was being possessed by a male genie. The genie controlled his body and was now staring intently at Nayla.

"Kowe sopo's? Omahku nekani wani!" (Who are you? Dare to come to my house!)

Nayla increasingly covered her body, she retreated and lowered her head in fear. What a genie who was looking at him was so creepy with red eyes, fangs sticking out and a nose that only looks at the hole.

"Dad, Nay's scared!"

Putra Doctor was calm, he tried to deal with the boy who was still in the position of kayang.

"Son, what's your name? Yuk back his body will be sick later like this." seduhan doctor Putra.

"I'm ora it's karo kowe! My business is karo cah ayu neng mburimu, cah ayu sing ambune scented koyo cantile flower!" (I have nothing to do with you! My business is the same pretty boy behind you, a pretty boy who smells like cantilevered flowers!)

Nayla and the son's doctor stared at each other in confusion. While both of the boy's parents looked scared and frightened. 

"Father than when is this?" ask the doctor Son.

"So after returning from the mushola, said his friend he turned strange after passing by the haunted house doctor!"

DEG!

Nayla's heart immediately slipped from her chest, she turned her head stiffly towards the boy who was now in a position ready to pounce on her. "I'm karo kowe nduk!" (I like you, son!)

"Yeah!"