Accompany Me to Die
The Regrets Too Late

Mas dukun Joko uring in his home. He walked in the living room waiting for someone. His head occasionally looked outside looking for the awaited figure to come.

"Where the hell is the Slamet, why don't you come!" 

He clucked in annoyance as he glanced at the clock on the wall. "Wis piro iki, Met, Slamet!" (What time is it, Met, Slamet!)

Mas shaman back into the house, black coffee made mbok Parmi still puffing smoke thin. Mas shaman Joko landed his butt rough on the sofa and took his coffee cup.

"Ash, hot! Mi, Parmi iki kopine kok hot! Kowe meh mateeni I opo piye Mi!" Mas shaman Joko cursed as a form of frustration.

(Mi, Parmi is really hot coffee! You want to kill me how Mi is!)

Mbok Parmi was moved to approach his employer, "Wonten nopo mas ndoro?" (What's up, sir?)

"Ccck, which is clear when talking mas yo mas ndoro yo ndoro Mi!" 

"Lah mas ndoro himself said tell him to call it that. Piye to jek enom kok senile!" parmi mbok is upset.

(how young we are forgetful!)

Mas dukun Joko was about to reply to the words mbok Parmi but the waiting guests came.

"Kulonuwun, mas shaman!" (excuse me)

"This is it, where have you been, Met! I have been waiting for you!"

"Nganu mas shaman, I searched for information according to the command of the panjenenengan."

"Here, sit next to me don't go far away so don't scream. Danger if it is found out the neighbor who is julid bin ghibah!" 

Slamet complied and sat right next to the Joko shaman mas. "Mbok, regular coffee sweet item yo! All the same boiled cassava if there is." he asked cengenesan.

"Kowe Met senengane wong tuwo!" grumble mbok Parmi while passing.

(you, Met likes to play with parents!)

"Where did you get what info?" Mas dukun Joko was impatiently waiting for news from his man.

"So there the dead Eka, still negligent means right back from here the Eka kesambet mas shaman!"

"God! How could it be?! It could be bad if I look at him as new ...," mas shaman Joko stopped his speech. He almost opened a secret if last night he and Eka shared the pleasure.

"What's the shaman?" Slamet frowned questioningly.

"Aaah, no! How to continue!"

"Seris as expected mas shaman, all who work at the jagan Dadan one by one kendhat (hanging themselves). It looks like the ghost of the madan revenge, mas shaman."

"Well, I don't believe it!" Mas shaman Joko stopped for a moment, he remembered the past events that might have been missed by him.

"When it was the boss Dadan did ask for my help, but to blow Arini. Unfortunately, Arini is protected by other powers that I can't penetrate."

"Wah mas shaman is not really dong kalo that way! It actually failed to miss Doctor Arini's mom!" suhut Slamet relaxed while blowing his still hot coffee.

"Your Met, don't make sisan-cloths!" Mas dukun Joko hit a light head Slamet whose age was only two years from him.

"But it is, Dadan's boss, it was my biggest mistake. Just this time I failed in my mission, Met! That's why I know there's something that makes me emotional. Ngingetin is my failure!" The shaman returned to drink his coffee until the toilet.

"But is it true that madan died of witchcraft?" Slamet asked full of questions.

Mas shaman Joko stroked his thin sideburn that began to grow after being shaved. "What I see, Met. But who is useful I do not understand either. It's just that his energy is similar to the one protecting Arini."

"So the shaman has a rival?"

Shaman Joko did not answer, he turned to look at photos of himself and Arini. Her memory floated at the time when she first fell in love with Arini. Arini's smile and her meek heart made her single soul wriggle. Unfortunately, he had to compete with other young men and also the boss of Dadan to get the love of Arini.

Every effort he made was to get Arini's attention but nothing worked. The climax when he was asked by the boss Dadan to make Arini the fourth wife. He must face off against another black force that guards Arini. Even he almost died during a match with invisible strength.

The corner of her lips twitches constantly as her finger touches Arini's face in the photo. His heart is sad to remember his unrequited love and sick because Arini's case is like a disgrace that can tarnish his good name as the greatest shaman.

"Why do shamans cry?" ask Slamet in wonder.

Slamet giggled amusedly, mas shaman Joko his employer turned out to be melancholy as well if dealing with love. 

"Makanya, ndang marry, let someone ngurusin panjenengan!"

"Married often, Met only yes it's really no fit yet! Everything is less sip!"

"Well! What is shaman? The anthers? Is Eka bahenol, less siip time too? What about Sundari, the widow of Sukir's girlfriend? The mantep front furniture until spilled where!" Slamet grinned while imagining the women he just mentioned.

"Asem kowe Met, looking yo?! The monotonous eka is less wellud, diem aja no initiative if I do not ask, if the Sun .. weeh, pinter! Can that be cool language, ****** yes?"

Slamet laughed out loud, the shaman is indeed the smartest to seduce lonely women in their village. From girls to widows once pepet flower directly nurut and willing to serve mas shaman Joko. Unfortunately, the young shaman has not been lucky in love. Who is the woman who wants to be with a guy with a nose dagger type mas shaman.

"Kulonuwun, mas shaman!"

A cheeky-looking man came to the guest, stopping Slamet's laughter. "Eh, mr'e Bowo! What's going on here, Bowo relapsing again?"

"Ngapunten (sorry) mas shaman, mas Slamet .. Bowo safely already given the same medicine doctor Son, this is another problem."

"Ooh else, go sit first." said mas shaman Joko while observing the body of Grace, Bowo's father. "What's wrong, why is it so pale?"

Grace scratched her itchy head, "Look at the shaman, I'm afraid that the next victim is me!"

"God!" Shaman Joko and Slamet looked at each other.

"Why can you conclude that?" The Shaman asked.

Rahmat also told of his turmoil, he also worked on a plantation owned by a Dadan boss. Together with Eka, Sukir, and Adi, the four of them often wiri to the mansion. The death of his three former colleagues made him afraid that he would experience something similar.

"Keep what do you want? Ask me for help?"

"Yes shaman, please love me amulets so as not to apes like them!"

The corner of Joko's shaman's lips twitched again, he smiled. "Easy wait here!"

The shaman also passed into the practice room. Grace is waiting in front with Slamet. Slamet's curiosity made him ask.

"Sakjane (actually) you guys are hiding what the hell? What's involved until the spirit of the god of revenge Dadan?"

Grace is suddenly confused, he himself has not ascertained whether his conjecture is right or wrong. "Ehm, that's .. anu, how's Met?"

"Why are you back? My name is lha my name is the same as who?" Slamet's face looks so clear but Rahmat even replied with a rancid grin.

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A middle-aged woman was sitting pensively in front of the mirror. His face was dirty and his eyes were soft. He breathed heavily. 

"When am I like this? Do I have to tell you this big secret? But …,"

Vidin …,

A subtle and terrifying whisper was heard in his ears. Mbok Dar drowned with a pale face. "Who?"

There was no one in the room but him. Mbok Dar stood up and opened the wide window, he looked for who was idly calling him.

Vidin …,

"Who to yang ..," mbok Dar's face glued to one point. 

"Ndoro princess," he murmured softly.

His eyes were fixed on the reflection of the shadow in the mirror. The beautiful lady with the yellow kebaya smiled at him. "Ndoro princess,"

Dar's eyes spread reddish to hold on to tears, he walked slowly closer to the mirror. "Norro princess!" he sobs bitterly.

The radiant face of the woman in the mirror slowly turned sad, her skin wrinkled to leave only bones and flesh. Black eye cavity without eyeball with blackish blood continuously flowing. His mouth was wide open as if suffocating.

Dar's body sagged to the floor, trembling and limp. His tears flowed profusely and interrupted his sobbing mbok Dar said regretfully, "I'm sorry ndoro putri,"