Accompany Me to Die
Mesum shaman

The monkey-like creature was preparing to jump on Nayla. The figure who borrowed the body of the tall thin boy almost grabbed Nayla's hand if the Putra doctor did not hold it.

"Yeah!"

Nayla screamed in fear, the Son's doctor and the boy's father tried to block her from harming Nayla. They are overwhelmed by losing energy. The boy named Bowo was so fierce to attack, his strength exceeded that of two adults.

The hitchhiking figure growled showing rows of teeth grinning savagely. "Surge kabeh! Ojo nganggu, mayu Iki kudu melu me!"

(Exit all! Don't bother me, this pretty boy has to come with me!)

The boy jumped back, attacking Nayla. Suddenly his body fell backwards. Something pulled itself back until it rolled back. Now he looks alert, moving like a wild animal that lurks prey.

From the direction of the door appeared men dressed all in black and udeng (typical headbands area). His hand pointed at Bowo who was moving increasingly agitated. Agate that adorns the fingers, as well as a black necklace from the root curls decorate the body of a man who nicknamed himself as mas Shaman.

His lips moved slowly, occasionally breathing heavily. The man moved slowly towards Bowo who started to look very frightened, he finally stopped in one corner of the room. Snuggling to beg for mercy on the shaman mas.

It did not take long, the young shaman named Joko finally subdued the figure in the body of the poor boy who was now floundering and drooping. 

"Please water sir!" pinta the man who was still crouching next to the boy. He read something blown in a glass and drank it, before long Bowo made a soft voice calling his mother.

"Dad ..," Nayla whispered to ask but her father asked Nayla to be quiet.

"Can I see his condition?" The son's doctor approached the mother and the still limp child.

The black-clothed man retreated and stood beside Nayla, he glanced for a moment then smiled faintly.

"Matur Nuwun mas, his help" the boy's father told the Joko shaman.

"Next time for a trance call me, not a doctor! They know how to do this!" exclaimed the man, his eyes glanced back at Nayla.

"Well, mas Joko. Ngapunten, I think Bowo was his sawan celeng (ayan/epilepsy). Afraid of being evil so call the doctor."

Joko smiled cynically. Nayla did not respond to provocations from men whose body odor made Nayla dizzy. Too sweet to be this early.

"Luckily the Slamet told me earlier, try it a little late. Wes bablas kuwi Bowo digowo demit neng alas!"  (Udah through that Bowo brought a ghost into the forest!)

Bowo's father who had just been possessed was wrong, he smiled wryly and chose to approach the Son's doctor. "What is my son, Doc?"

"Hmm, well everything's normal. It's just that after the incident maybe his body will be a little sore, pain, or maybe sore. Just keep an eye on him, I'm afraid that the incident could trigger his old disease relapse." 

The son's doctor then explained the possibility that would happen to both parents. He also gave medicine just in case the child's illness recurred. 

"We're home, Nay?" The son's doctor held Nayla back to the official house.

Nayla nodded, her feet still trembling at the strange but real event before her eyes. 

"Wait!" mas dukun Joko stopped his second step.

"You're the doctor in charge of the clinic?" ask him without courtesy to Nayla.

"Yes, why? Is there a problem?" Nayla did not like the way Joko greeted him, from then on she tried to refrain from being provoked.

Mas dukun Joko chuckled at Nayla's expression, "This boy does not understand or pretend to understand? Doctor, you need to be careful after this. I'm sure the same demit will be chasing again."

"What father do you mean? I don't understand, chase me for what?" Nayla frowned.

"Bak is special, they like the same body odor as the doctor" he replied with an annoying grin between flirtatious and half mocking.

"The doctor was told that the answer was so. It's up to you! Just so you know that the scent I mean is different not the fragrance that humans smell."

Mas Dukun Joko tried to explain but Nayla was lazy to listen to long details that were not understood by her at all. Nayla also snorted annoyedly, "So the point is how mas Joko? My time is not much, sorry please be clarified how should I, and what should I do?"

Mas Shaman Joko stopped his explanation, he looked at Nayla and noticed every inch of Nayla's body from end to end. "See me tonight at home, I'll see the doctor to be safe."

Nayla flabbergasted, "Ruwat? Make what?"

"Later tonight I explain, he said mbak busy, now? I'll wait for tonight. Not long and I guarantee after the process of ruwat, mbak will not be disturbed demit-demit that again." 

Nayla did not answer and immediately left the place. His heart was puffed up to hear the clever shaman.

"Heh, ruwat said? What does he think I'm stupid? You pervert shaman, pervert! Thought I didn't know what he meant, crazy shaman!" 

Nayla grumbled along the way, occasionally looking back to make sure the Joko shaman did not follow or take the opportunity to look at her body from behind.

"Foolish shaman, crazy, crazy, perverted brain!" he spoke again to make the son's doctor shake his head.

"Nay, don't be angry who knows if he wants to call you. People's good intentions don't look at the negative constantly."

"Dad didn't see how he was watching Nayla from top to bottom?! That's not an offer that can make sense to Nay, dad!" Nayla took a breath for a moment relieving the anger in her heart. "Nay believed such a thing existed but Nay didn't like the way it was shaman! Point!"

The Son doctor shook his head again and they continued their journey home. Arriving at home mbok Dar has prepared a bad breakfast. 

After the Putra doctor told the guard nurses at the clinic that he and Nayla were late, both of them ate in silence, Nayla's mind was fixed on the words of the person who wanted her. He asked what the creepy hairy figure meant.

"So Bowo said possessed huh mbak?" Mbok Dar asked while cleaning the dirty dishes.

"He said it was so mbok, I just saw this time people possessed by it." replied Nayla lirih. He sat down at the table and played his glass.

"Mbok, what do you know mas Joko? He's a real shaman, you know that fine stuff?" ask Nayla curiously.

Mbok Dar cleaned his hands, then sat down next to Nayla. "Mas Joko? Who doesn't know him in this village? He was considered a winter wong, who was poured despite his younger age than the crest, and the most powerful."

"Oh Yeah?" nayla's expression was flat hearing Dar's mbok reply.

The old woman's face looked at Nayla closely, "Mbak Nay should stay away from her. Did you meet that perverted guy?"

"Well, that's what Nay said!" Nayla immediately changed her sitting position, she looked at Dar seriously.

"I also suspect he's a pervert shaman, a shaman no really! When he asked me to come to his house. Make it happen he said!" 

Mbok Dar let out a heavy sigh, his eyes looming, staring at Nayla. "It's best not to mbak,"

"Yes, I've also rejected it." Nayla notices the change in face mbok Dar. 

"Simbok go home first mbak, want anther to eat for a fresh in the garden." The sixty-five-year-old woman passed away leaving Nayla alone.

"Any, what's the same about mbok Dar? How do I feel so sad, that feeling is normal or just my feeling?"

Nayla ignores her feelings and prepares to go to the clinic with her father. Meanwhile in his small cottage mbok Dar sobbed in the room holding a piece of worn photo. Many times he rubbed photos and sobbed. One big regret stuck in his heart. Mistakes of the past that became a scourge in life mbok Dar.

"Sorry, you're the wrong symbol, the evil one."