Accompany Me to Die
Nyi Jasmine

Nayla and Tegar are still accompanying the Son's doctor in the living room. Doctor Putra completed his health-related posts on his personal blog. Answering a few short messages from his cell phone that came from a peer in the city.

The news of the deaths of three villagers was apparently heard also to the ears of colleagues seprofesiinya. The Son Doctor patiently answered one by one their questions.

"Still a long time, Dad?" Nayla's question was to tease Putra's doctor who was still typing.

"Hhm, if you sleep first Nay."

Rigid and Nayla looked at each other, "Later, not yet sleepy." 

Mbok Dar came to put sweet tea tubruk for the doctor's son and also Nayla. "Where do I do mbok?" rigar protest.

"You can make your own in the kitchen."

"Ccck, the favoritism of Nay doang made! I'm his son, mbok!"

Nayla chuckles amusedly, "You want to be together? Here, is it okay?"

"Truly weeh? Two glasses? Wow, that's an indirect kiss!" tegar cengengesan.

Mbok Dar hit the head of Tegar who accidentally teased Nayla, accompanied by a hard deheman doctor Putra.

"Perkoro wae!" (Search for things!)

"It's a mbok effort, don't want to have a beautiful daughter-in-law, a doctor anymore." Tegar's eyes glanced at Nayla who was giggling.

"May Gar, as long as you can prepare an expensive dowry for Nayla!" timpal Putra doctor whose eyes are not also separated from the mobile phone screen.

Hardcore felt got wind from Nayla's father, he was excited. "Well, this code, ready doctor! What do you want, Nay?"

Hardcore's silly face upon asking made her laugh a little, Nayla's face blushing. "Apaan anyway, just play it. Not necessarily I want to!"

"Yes, it's Nay's business."

Nayla and Tegar again tease each other, mbok Dar who is still sitting with them staring at the two with sad eyes. There was a deep sadness in his heart as he looked at the face of his only son.

'Sorry Symbok ya Le,'

Mbok Dar passed leaving them to the kitchen, tidying up the dirty dishes and the rest of the dinner that was still on the dining table. A thread of tears fell down his old face. Sometimes he rubbed the tears that were increasingly flowing. Despite the tears, mbok Dar still deftly tidying up the kitchen from dirty pottery.

Mbok Dar rinsed a plate full of soap foam under running water, initially all normal but then the water began to shrink and die. Mbok Dar was astonished because all day the flow of water was smooth.

"Why is he dead?" he tried to open the tap but still no water did not flow.

"Le, here's Le please!" Mbok Dar yelling for Hardcore.

There was no response from Tegar, while mbok Dar tidied the dishes that had been rinsed. "Where the hell is it, has it gone home? Wis don't use a bucket, take water from the bathroom!"

The water faucet slightly shook and let out a noise, before long the water returned to flow developing a smile on the lips mbok Dar. But it didn't last long, the water faucet shook again, the flowing water slowly turned red. Flowing like a blood stream, smells of typical rust and rancid.

Mbok Dar stuck, he did not believe in his vision. With a tremble his finger touched the continuously flowing stream of blood.

"Da-blood," he muttered softly as he touched the oddity. 

His skull was crumbling, his tongue was muffled. Mbok Dar turned around he wanted to leave the place immediately but his movement stopped instantly. Behind him was a yellow woman, looking at him with perfect black eyes. The skin on his face began to peel, smell of rancid and also rotten piercing Mbok Dar's nose. 

"Ndoro princess …,"

Sweat was flooding, his knees were shaking. Mbok Dar could not support his body anymore he was drooping on the floor. His eyes looked at the figure of the creepy woman who continued to loom in the eyes. Dar's gaze spun, the figure continued to approach and then.

"Mbok, symbock!" loud screams and Nayla heard slurping in the ear of mbok Dar, but he could not move his body. Wanting to talk was not able to, only his eyes were moving in an uncertain direction. Mbok Dar, resigned.

"Mbok, what's the big deal?" Hardcore panicked, helped Nayla he lifted his mother's body into the room.

"How bad?" tanya Tegar was impatient with Nayla.

"Shock, but it's in good shape." Nayla raises the blanket on Dar's body, which still closes her eyes.

"Maybe he's a soybean, temporarily let him rest here first." The doctor added. "You keep it here Gar, tomorrow I ask Mr. Agus to find someone to help here" he continued.

That night, Tegar assisted Nayla guard mbok Dar. Mbok Dar fever, he is often delirious and mutters indistinctly. Patiently looking after his mother. Every four hours Nayla checks the body temperature of mbok Dar. Until the morning before the fever mbok Dar has not also dropped even higher.

Nayla who was worried to ask Tegar to take some drugs and also an infusion device in the clinic of course with the permission of the son's doctor. 

"Where's the situation, Nay?" ask the doctor before going to the clinic.

"Kalo continues this way and his condition does not also improve, should be transferred to the clinic." suggested Putra doctor.

"Yes, let me tell you later."

"Ohya, where is he?"

"Go home, clean up first."

Putra Doctor leaves Nayla in the room with mbok Dar who is still closing his eyes. With a warm wipe, Nayla cleans mbok Dar's face. The middle-aged woman mumbled softly.

"Ndoro princess,"

Nayla frowned, she again rubbed a warm cloth in the hands of mbok Dar, "Ampun ndoro, my goodness." 

"Ndoro's daughter? Who is mbok Dar? From last night he mentioned the same name a few times."

Nayla looked at Dar's face, remembering the recognition that happened before. Mbok Dar talks to a woman, they argue before he finally relents.

"What is that woman that Dar mbok meant, but who is she?"

"Nay?" Rigid comes in and looks fresher with her wet hair. A masculine scent smelled from his body.

"Aren't you at the clinic?" 

"No, nemenin simbok. My body is not fit either."

Hardcore touched his mother's forehead, "It still hasn't come down either. Why is Nay?"

"Captain may be, or …,"

Rigid turned his head towards Nayla who looked doubtful continuing. "Or what is Nay?"

"Ah, not spared. Um, Gar can I have it? Who is ndoro princess?" 

Hardcore was a little surprised, "Why are you asking him?"

"Oh, you know? Your mother from last night was delirious and kept saying that name."

Tegar sighed, "Ndoro putri, the name for the third wife of the father of Dadan. It used to be a symbol of her cooperation as well. She's even a special maid for him."

"Wak Dadan's wife?" mummified Nayla lirih.

Nayla recalled the last shadow of the past stored in her memory. There were three women surrounding Wak Dadan's tomb, although their faces could not be seen clearly but Nayla could feel her sadness.

"They, close?" ask Nayla again.

"Lumayan, the third wife of the father of Dadan was the weakest. She was very sensitive and often cried in her room. It used to be a symbok story that ndoro princess had to marry juragan Dadan. He's not in love."

"eeh forced? That means they're married for some reason?"

"Yes, Nyi Melati ndoro putri's stage name. She got married because .. ran away from her lover."

"Weh, what do you mean? I don't understand?"

He breathed deeply before telling a story. Kumalasari, real name Nyi Melati. Sinden and the famous dancers of the city of Brebes. He met the boss Dadan by accident. At that time Tegar was delivering vegetables to the city with others. 

Not like the usual Dadan skipper come with them. While being cool to lower the supply, Kumalasari suddenly got into the car. His condition was appalling, his clothes were torn, and his face was battered. He asked for protection from the boss of Dadan. Due to the pity of the boss Dadan brought Kumalasari home and made her his third wife.

"Oh so, so Kumalasari is not in love with Wak Dadan? But they have kids?" Tegar shook his head, he was about to go back to telling stories when the sound of shouting was heard from the porch of the house.

"Excuse me, assalamualaikum!"

"Who are you waiting for the patient?" ask Nayla.

"No. Who yeah?"

Nayla and Tegar come out of the room to find out who came. A woman in a row waiting in front. His smile expanded, as he saw a Rigid face appear. The woman tidied up her clothes that look quite tight and showed the beauty of the front and back furniture. 

"Mas Hardcore," she teased.

"Who, Sundari?!"