Accompany Me to Die
Dejavu or Lucid Dreams

"I must live .. I, must live!" 

The woman's body was swayed to follow the flow of a rushing river, occasionally the body full of wounds was hit by rocks, sometimes drowning and then slipping up pushed again to the surface. I don't know how much water has gone into his lungs.

The woman no longer cared about her injuries, she just wanted to live. The woman wanted to stay afloat even though her body was torn apart by the swift currents of the river. He lost consciousness as the river flow brought his body to its edge.

"Grandfather, is that there?" a young girl exclaimed to her grandfather who was looking for firewood.

The old man's body was vertical, his eyes squeaking staring at the river bank. "Corpse?"

The two slowly approached, "Is he still alive cake?" The girl asked as she watched the pale body full of wounds.

The grandfather checked, feeling a weak pulse. "He's alive!"

I faintly heard a groan from the woman's lips, "Help me,"

The grandfather and the young girl rushed to pull the woman's body out of the water. They took him into the humble cottage of his grandfather. 

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That morning, nothing happened. Nayla's prediction seemed to be wrong, as well as the sign of the bird of love heard last night. Everyone was relieved that no more hanged bodies had been found.

Rigid was seen entering a small house beside the Putra doctor's office house. His face was haggard and lethargic, he had time to greet one of the members who was sitting on the terrace. Nayla saw it from a distance. He wanted to ask the condition of mbok Dar but did not do it. Hardcore needs a break, so Nayla intends to visit Dar directly at the clinic.

"Nay, I'm off to the clinic. You will follow me if you are happy. If not, stay home."

"Yes, look at the situation first. Nay just as Sundari mbak want to go to Bu Mirah's house first."

Hearing Nayla's words, Putra's doctor stopped and looked up dislike. "Don't interfere in Nay's business, let them handle it! I don't agree that you've gone too far investigating things that shouldn't be done!" 

"Nayla there is also accompanied by the same mas Budi kok well. Not alone, last night I was curious and wanted to talk to the family of Bu Mirah."

The Son Doctor let out a long sigh, he rubbed his daughter's shoulder. "As for you, be careful." He turned to the house that became the base camp officer. "They left today?"

"Some should be reported, he said, but Mas Budi and one friend chose to stay here longer."

"Hmm, okay, I'll go first, Nay." The Putra doctor left Nayla with the official motorbike given to her. He waved at the officers outside the basecamp.

After the departure of her father Nayla back to the room, her head suddenly dizzy and her body trembled. Nayla broke down for a moment but only a few minutes later she fell asleep.

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Nayla walked through the crowd, Some residents looked at her pity. Nayla disliked the facial expressions, reminding her of Nuraini's death.

"What's this?" ask one of the residents.

No one answered Nayla's question, two bodies lying on the ground covered in banana leaves. Blood was splattered around their bodies. The curious Nayla crouched down and opened the banana leaves that began to be visited by flies.

"Astaghfirullah Al - adzim,"

 Nayla closed her eyes when she saw the bodies of the two were destroyed and barely recognizable. Two bodies of men were covered in blood. Nayla confirmed a blunt force wound to the head of the cause. But why was his face shattering without any more shape?

Someone full of grudges obviously did this. Deep resentment tends to make the perpetrator lose control and intend to eliminate the visual that makes the perpetrator upset one of them face.

"Do you know who they are? Are they the villagers?" Nayla asked the residents once more but no one answered.

"What's wrong with them?" gerrutu annoyed.

He was about to stand up when the hand of one of the bodies touched him. Nayla's heart was pounding, slowly turning towards the two bodies still lying on the ground. One of the bodies suddenly got up and sat down, he turned to look at Nayla with his broken face.

His hand still gripped Nayla firmly, "Run, run ..," the corpse spoke with blood that continued to flow between the almost disengaged chunks of flesh.

"La-ran?"

The second corpse did the same thing, "Sway him, run …,"

The same voice also rang out from behind Nayla, the faces of the huddled villagers disappearing and leaving only a terrifying flat field. Their voices were clearly sounding like a choir with a few tones.

Nayla clung to her feet, she retreated slowly and tried to remove the clutches of the blood-drenched corpse's hand. Nayla's face paled, she was as strong as running away from the place with a hunting breath.

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Nayla opened her eyes quickly, her breathing still felt hunting. His heart was pounding as if the dream was real.

"Dream, it's just a dream!"

He managed to catch his breath, but how surprised Nayla was when she saw his left hand. Blood spots stick by leaving a trail of fingers. Nayla half-screamed, she tried to remove the bloodstain with a cloth. But the bloodstains were too much, so Nayla rushed to the bathroom to wash her hands.

"Dream, it's just a dream!" he said while continuing to remove blood stains with soap. She was trembling and crying in fear.

Sundari who saw Nayla ran to the bathroom followed her. He was confused because Nayla soaped and rubbed his left hand. 

"Bak Nayla! Why mom?" Sundari stood in front of the door with an astonished look.

"Blood mba, my hands are bleeding!" Ambiguous words came out from Nayla's mouth that left Sundari confused.

"Oh, um Nayla's leaking again huh? And the blood's getting hands on?" asked Sundari again, Nayla did not answer he continued to rub his hands until the blood was gone.

Nayla almost fell if Sundari did not hold her body. "Let's be Nayla!"

Sundari made Nayla a warm tea to restore her strength. Nayla was sitting limp on the chair, her clothes wet with sweat. His body feels tired.

"Mbak Nayla why the hell? How weird is that? Look at his hands until the red rubs continue!" 

Sundari asked after Nayla drank her tea. "So I said, there's blood on my hands."

Sundari scratched his head, indeed he did not see the blood stuck to Nayla's hand. He was even sure there was no blood on Nayla's hands when the young doctor went into the bathroom.

Someone entered the house in a hurry, his breath was stung and looked for the whereabouts of Nayla.

"Mother doctor!" 

Nayla and Sundari turned their heads towards the skinny, oblong-shirted man and the barefoot shorts. "Lho Kang Rohman's? What's up?" Sundari who was surprised spontaneously asked.

"My mouth, there ...," Rohman set his breath on a whim.

"What's wrong?" Ask Sundari again.

"Joko's shaman, Sun!"

"What is the same as me?!" Sundari panic.

"Biantem! That's him getting whipped by Rohim!"

"Good dragon! Ma'am Nay, let's get our spit there! Please help me with the shaman!" Sundari took Nayla by the hand and they hurried away.

"Why not go to the clinic, sir? There's dad there!" nayla protests that run quickly follow Sundari's steps.

"I'm looking for a doctor in the clinic there is no mbak, he said again around! The time I have to search around the village first, kasian mas shaman!"

Nayla resigned, although his body still feels bad but for the sake of duty he forced himself. Kang Rohman led him to the house of the Joko shaman, seeing the crowd he gasped. 

The atmosphere was exactly in his dream just now. His feelings began to be uncomfortable, even one of the citizens he greeted in a dream was there. His heart was pounding incoherently, the more he stepped far apart the more the crowd trembled himself.

'Dejavu or lucid dreams?'