Accompany Me to Die
Who He Is

Mbok Dar made a drink in the kitchen for his employer's son's doctor, a tea tubruk with a little sugar the son's doctor ordered him. He was so eager to serve his new employer. So many years this empty official house finally inhabited as well.

Previously mbok Dar also devoted himself as a housekeeper to the previous doctor, Dr. Arini. Too bad the doctor disappeared after helping deliver the villagers next door. No one knows where he is now, Mr. Kades and the village device have been trying to find but did not find Arini's doctor. As well as the police, Arini's doctor was finally set on a list of missing people.

Five years passed and now this remote village has got back doctors who are willing to serve the community. Moreover, the men's doctor is a specialist in internal medicine, expertise that is needed by the majority of elderly villagers. Bak gets a bonus, the son doctor also brought Nayla who is also a doctor, although not allowed to open the practice but the existence of Nayla will certainly be very helpful to the residents.

"Thank God, now you can check again. No need to go all the way to town." His smile blossomed like a flower in the spring.

The sound of a kettle of water signifies deafening cooking water. Mbok Dar slowly poured hot water into a large glass. Outside the house drizzle still down, cold biting air began to be felt mbok Dar. 

"Ademe yo, udan meneh!" - cold, rain again!- he close his favorite brown sweater.

Dar's mbok ears catch a soft sound from the back garden. The woman's voice humming indistinctly, initially mbok Dar ignored it but over time he was made curious. Mbok Dar turned around and looked for the source of the sound.

"Weh, why sing nembang?" - wah, how does anyone sing?--

He walked slowly towards the source of the sound he thought came from the back garden. The voice was heard more clearly, the Javanese song that brushed the fur of Rome. Mbok Dar darted looking for a voice that sounded very heartbreaking.

"Sopo to sing nembang?" - who sings?-

As far as the eye could see, he found no one outside. The rain is getting heavier, mbok Dar back to close his sweater. Because he did not find anyone he went back inside suddenly his tail caught a figure of greatness near the bamboo tree grove.

The yellow woman with a red scarf around her neck danced to her back.

"Eh, who is that? Lha kok udan-udanan even nari. Golek disease wae!" -- kok rain even dance. look for the disease aja-muram itself, curiosity makes him continue to look towards the woman who is rich with unraveled hair.

The sound of Javanese canticles continues to be heard in the ears mbok Dar, it feels closer and closer. Mbok Dar as drugged with his melodious voice.

"I'm having goosebumps,"

Fear ambushed her, the woman stopped dancing along with the loss of singing. Slowly the woman turned her body towards mbok Dar. An odd smile, a pale face as white as cotton, and unkempt messy hair. Mbok Dar choked, his legs limp instantly, blood as if missing from his body.

"Demit, to-please .. astaghfirullah, O Allah! Satan, pie iki? Help me!" Mbok Dar tried to scream, his voice stuttered let alone scream to talk mbok Dar had to try hard.

With full struggle, mbok Dar tried to move his legs but his legs did not want to be moved as if hardened and petrified. The woman who is capable again waved at mbok Dar.

"Oh my God, mbak'e ojo ngawe ngawe to! I want to urip mbak'e!" - O Allah, don't wave! I still want to live, mbak!---

Mbok Dar finally managed to move his body but unfortunately, when he turned around the woman was already behind him. Staring with eyes full of anger, blood slowly came out from both eyes and soaked the yellow kebaya worn.

"Duh Biyung, my tenan apes!" 

Mbok Dar closed his eyes, he was terrified and screamed as hard as he could. The smell of blood rancid feels so concentrated as it enters into his sense of taste and smell. Mbok Dar pasrah's.

"Mmd, mbok! It's even crashing, you crooked!" Hardcore patted lightly on his mother's shoulder.

"Wake up, that's the tea awaited by the doctor!"

Slowly, Dar opened his eyes, he was confused by what had just happened. "Where's the tea? Even sleeping here?" tanya Tegar impatient.

Mbok Dar still did not answer, he was confused. As he remembered, he was standing out there meeting the creepy woman earlier but now Mbok Dar found himself sitting at the dinner table. 

"Le, you're a big cunt why?" his mind was messed up, his head was also a little dizzy.

"Why am I going to mbok? Mbok if sleepy just sleep in the room, let me who serves the doctor Son with Nayla." Rigid stirring tubruk tea whose fragrance starts to sting the nose.

"Simbok was not sleeping le, it was a symbol out to the garden! Keep meeting ...," mbok Dar stopped his sentence, fear spread throughout his body.

"Ehm, that's .. ah don't need to be discussed. Kayaknya soy sauce." 

Rigidly looking at his mother's face that looked pale, he shook his head slowly. "Rest first mbok, let me anter drinks ahead."

"The camera is still le?" 

"Still mbok,"

"Yo wis sisan bring that cake forward."

Harder left his own mother in the kitchen. Misting still flushed the village, the noise of water blessing from the sky colliding with the leaves made mbok Dar uncomfortable. He turned his head back towards the back garden, feeling the fur on his nape that started to stand up again.

"Am I dreaming? How about koyo tenan!"

He walked slowly back to the door. Mbok Dar looked for the figure that had frightened him, but the garden was empty there was no one standing near the bamboo grove.

"Come on, I'm medheni!" - Iiiih, how scary!-

Mbok Dar closed the door as fast as lightning, then rushed away following Tegar. From behind the window glass, the figure of the woman with the power reappeared with a terrible grin.

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"Monggo is drunk, as is the doctor. Understandably in the village, this is not like a city that has good food." Tegar represents another village device hosting Putra and Nayla.

"Well, it's not hard, it's delicious too. Cassava boiled anget, sponge same old school tea tubruk wasgitel. Tenan siip, the right blend at the time of drizzle." said Putra while drinking tea tubruk order.

"Alhamdulillah if the doctor likes village food." Agus always smiled happily.

"Mbak Nayla is not coming? This is delicious tea tubruk made by mas Tegar again." Mr. Kades greeted Nayla who was sitting not far from the entrance.

Nayla smiled, she approached the table and grabbed one of the warm tea glasses. He awkwardly drank the tea that was more delicious.

"Enak to made me mbak?" Rigid asked Nayla, she was glad the beautiful girl in front of her was enjoying her homemade tea.

"Enak mas, it's delicious. Thanks to ya." 

Seeing the two blushed each other, Pak Kades and the son also cleared their throat and compactly quipped. "Well, take this!"

"Ehm, yes sirasi." timpal son mocked his daughter Nayla.

"Dad, what the hell!" Nayla blushed while Tegar scratched her head.

The conversation continued, especially when Dar joined. While the rain was still pouring down on the village soil, no residents dared to leave the house. They choose to stay indoors enjoying afternoon snacks and family warmth.

Sayup-sayup from a distance heard the sound of Javanese chattering melodious interrupted by the rain. Nayla was also stunned.

...Candra ratri kang rereb...

...Ngacarya nisun kang kingkin...

...Lolita koripan ndika...

...Manunggal carub jeroning atma...