Accompany Me to Die
Third Victim

That afternoon some villagers came out of the house to make sure their hearing was not wrong. The fathers were restless and began to gather at Mr. Tarmiji's house, while the mothers, busy calling their children to go home.

The chirping of the birds of Kedasih made a stir of villagers again. The fear came back. The day was not even dark but the atmosphere of the village turned silent like uninhabited. Villagers choose to stay indoors and protect their families.

"Sepi is really a village" said one of the police members who went around.

"They're all scared of mas,"

Nayla walked slowly down the cobbled road after finishing checking one of the elderly houses, near the forest.

"Fear why?"

"Did you hear the sound of Kedasih chirping? Residents here believe the bird is a bearer of fire, death. Moreover, its appearance is always accompanied by the discovery of two bodies of residents who hang themselves." explained Nayla while walking carefully.

"Hhhm, the myths that create fear and plus events that support. Interestingly, this could have been used by irresponsible people to commit criminal acts without suspicion."

"I think so, too, but I don't know. My feeling is that this event is a little strange." 

"Old how's Nay? Do you suspect anything?" ask Budi curious.

Nayla shook her head, not sure if her thoughts could be understood by Budi. "Oh no, I've missed it! We go home yuk, dark hunt. Afraid of seeing Magrib!"

Nayla sped up her footsteps, as did Budi and his two comrades. Before long they arrived at the Putra doctor's office. The small cottage which is right next to the mbok Dar cottage is used by police members to spend the night for several days.

"Mbok, the work added yes there are guests!" The son's doctor said as he went to the kitchen to get some cold water.

"Well doctor sir, I'm actually seneng kok so rame." said mbok Dar, his face looks bright.

"Mbok, how hard has he not seen him all day?" Nayla asked after finishing her bath.

"Again to the same city group of farmers mbak, there is an invitation from the agriculture service as well as send goods." 

"Ooh, that's pantesan." Nayla seemed disappointed, she actually wanted to ask Tegar something. 

"Mbak Nay would like to have a coffee as well as what you want tea, this is a hot water mumpungnya already boiling." 

"Gopi deh mbok, my head is dizzy need caffeine." 

"Ciiiap!" deftly mbok Dar poured water into the glasses that have been prepared. 

The special aroma of tubruk tea mixed with the aroma of coffee really raises the mood of Nayla. This afternoon made his mood worse, he was waiting for what would happen tomorrow morning. During a visit to the house of the last resident he heard the talk that tonight the residents assisted by the police will comb some places.

"Bok, how tense is this village? Just because of the birds of love. The war is losing the war." Nayla breathed a heavy sigh.

"Actually not also mbak, it was also safe here mbak. But since the concussion five years ago the villagers here are traumatized!"

Nayla approached mbok Dar, she leaned against the edge of the closet. "Five years ago what happened?"

Mbok Dar sighed then put the old spoon stirrer in the sink. "The story goes, which obviously involves the family of the Dadan courtier and also the Arini doctor."

Nayla frowned, the expression on Dar's face changed just like yesterday when she talked about Joko's shaman.

"What does mbok have to do?"

Mbok Dar dipped to see the situation. "Five years ago Dr. Arini disappeared, along with the destruction of the madan. Reportedly doctor Arini wanted to be held as the fourth wife. But he's gone missing without a trace."

MY PYAR!!

"Astaghfiullah!"

The glass held by Dar broke, he looked nervous and immediately cleaned up the broken glass. Nayla crouched down to help clear the broken glass so as not to injure the leg. Accidentally, Dar's hand was hit by a fairly large glass shard. Blood dripped quite a lot from his wound.

"Ouch!" 

Mbok Dar screamed in pain, Nayla spontaneously pulled the old woman's hand and examined it. But what happened Nayla instead saw a flash of the past mbok Dar. Nayla was stunned, she was brought into the dimension of time quickly.

Mbok Dar with young women involved in serious discussions, Nayla could not see clearly who the woman who spoke with mbok Dar. But from the way he spoke, Dar has great respect for the woman.

Slide moved, mbok Dar put something into the drink and gave it to someone who again Nayla could not see clearly. The man was lying weakly in bed. Nayla only saw a nervous face mbok Dar who was in a hurry to leave the room.

The next picture, is the navel bearing the name Dadan Suhada bin Erpan Supandi. Three women stood at the navel, then all disappeared. Nayla's head felt dizzy, a red sticky liquid dripping from her nose.

"What a nosebleed is even Nay!" Mbok Dar panicked, he pulled his hand and rushed to pick up the tissue.

"Wait for me, I'll take betel leaves!" The middle-aged woman rushed out of the house.

Nayla sits limp on the floor, flashbacks of Dar's past leaving her confused. He looked at the woman going into the back garden, "Mbok Dar," 

The sound of the glass caught the attention of others. The son's doctor and three police officers looked into the kitchen.

"Naila! Are you okay, baby?" The son's doctor was alarmed, Nayla's gaze blank with blood dripping from one of her noses.

Nayla turned to the Putra doctor, then drowned. What was heard next was only the worried screams of his father, the sound of Dar's mbok, and also the ringing of tables and shoes that were mutually unpretentious.

In a semi-conscious state, Nayla saw the figure of a pale-faced man she had met. The figure looked at Nayla expressionlessly. 

"Wak Dadan ...," Nayla murmured before her consciousness disappeared perfectly.

...*******...

A woman walks with a rope, to a place. The fog that covered part of the village road did not dampen his steps to walk in the dark middle of the night. The woman's hair was random, eyes puffy with traces of tears clearly visible on the cheeks. 

The sound of female laughter was heard accompanying the steps of the thirty-year-old woman. The laughter was as if guiding the woman towards somewhere.

Accompany me here …,

Slowly the woman wearing the knee-length flower negligee hooked the rope around her neck. Staring pushyly around and then jumping, his body swung right and left before finally freezing. 

The sound of laughter was again heard accompanied by the birds of Kedasih who again chirped not far from the mango tree which became a silent witness to the death of the poor woman with flowers.

Sayup-sayup is heard the sound of residents who conduct patrol accompanied by the police. They do not realize if one of their citizens again died in the same house.

The creepy, shabby-clothed figure of the woman was next to the body of the unfortunate woman who had just committed suicide under her influence. His eyes stare at the lifeless body, a wide, terrible grin reveals black teeth, a snare wound on his neck leaving a blackish trail.

Guys, who wants to accompany me again!