Accompany Me to Die
Hardcore Secret

Tegar patiently feeds mbok Dar who still has trouble opening his mouth. Occasionally he wipes the mouth of mbok Dar who is overwhelmed by drinking melts or porridge. Sadness was clearly visible on Hardcore's face. 

Nayla looked at the two from behind the window of the room. He let out a heavy sigh, Nayla also felt the sorrow of the Rigid.

"Can I come in?" Nayla knocked on the door of the room quietly with a smile.

Mbok Dar stared at him, although he could not speak but from the look in his eyes mbok Dar was happy with the arrival of the beautiful young doctor. Nayla asked for a plate containing porridge from Hardcore's hand.

"Where's mbok? Did you eat?" Nayla asked as she fed a little rice porridge with clear fruit.

"The shock has improved, it has been able to respond, the left hand can also be moved a little." Tegar explained the condition of Dar mbok on Nayla who was still painstakingly feeding the middle-aged woman.

"Thank God, healthy spirit yes mbok. Slowly practice hand-held, do not be forced." Nayla turned to Tegar, "Suster Indah helpin therapy too right?" Hardcore nodded too.

Nayla checked Dar's blood pressure, and checked for a still-unremovable infusion tube. "Too his condition improves continuously, tomorrow can also escape the infusion. The spirit standpoint, huh?" 

A gentle swipe of Nayla's hand on mbok Dar pleased the woman. Shortly, Dar closed his eyes.

"Can we talk outside?"

Rigidly following Nayla's steps, they sat on the long bench of the waiting room. For some time they were silent.

"What's wrong, I think is important?" ask Directly.

"Depends on your answer."Nayla stared intently at Tegar who was now standing behind her. He turned and nodded.

"Ceritain to me about ndoro princess!"

"I told you yesterday. What other stories?"

"Details?"

Tegar let out a heavy sigh, he was reluctant to tell the story but Nayla urged him on with various reasons. Finally, Tegar relented.

"Ndoro the princess is the weakest gentle woman I have ever known. One might judge her negatively because she was the third wife of the godfather and also a dancer. But I know him from a different side."

"Among Dadan's three wives he was the friendliest. Ndoro Putri was also willing to hang out with the manual laborers, as she also came from an onion farming family in Brebes. Sometimes I'm the same she spends all day in the garden together."

"He enjoyed being outside the house. Outside he felt free and happy, but inside the house, he was persecuted as well as his second wife."

He took a breath before returning to speak. 

"When Dadan liked the doctor Arini, ndoro putri intended to file for divorce. He hoped that his efforts would be successful and that the bitterness as a third wife would end. It's just a memory."

"Where does he go now?" Nayla was curious.

Rigid did not answer, his hands clenched beside his sturdy body. His heart felt seething with pain considering the beautiful woman who often complained to him. The woman who shouldn't love Hardcore. 

Kumalasari, in love with Tegar and bright light expressed love for her. The attention and gentle touch of the Rigid was misinterpreted by the woman who was only twenty-five years old at the time. One fatal mistake was committed by Tegar and Kumalasari on one night. Tegar should not have touched Kumalasari, he was negligent as an adult male and had illicit relations with Wak Dadan's wife.

"Why you?" Nayla noticed Tegar who rubbed her wet eyes.

"No, sori I have to go. There is a promise of the same planting media supplier. Titip symbok huh?" Harder left Nayla.

"So Rigid the third wife Wak Dadan was rightly related. I'm sure they're close beyond the ties of workers and employers." Nayla tried to recall Sundari's words last night.

"Who lied to them? Hardcore or mbak Sundari. What does this have to do with Joko shaman? Who attacked him? Rival fellow shamans or …,"

Nayla looked back and found Budi smiling at her. "Lho mas Budi here? Why?"

"Hmmm, can't you? Let's go you!"

"Search me? Make what?"

"Date change!" Budi cengengesan, "Date to the shaman's house, yuk come! I need your help like that!"

Budi's hand immediately grabbed Nayla and pulled her forcibly. Don't care for any reason. Today Nayla has to be with him. Something was bothering him. Something related to the attack of the shaman mas and also the bodies of two other workers.

Nayla panicked, she was frightened because the hairy figure was there. I want it to feel like it's straightforward but definitely impossible. Budi can consider it crazy if he says he likes the figure of a subtle creature. 

Arriving at the home of Joko shaman mas, Budi was immediately greeted by Parmi mbok. Women whose age is not much different from mbok Dar was welcoming Budi and Nayla.

"Kulonuwun, bum!" greet Budi with a friendly smile.

"Eh monggo, who's this kid?" Mbok Parmi who felt foreign asked.

"I'm with the police and this …,"

"This is what I know, doctor, right?" asked Mbok Parmi who answered Nayla's nod.

"What's the need for this police officer to come here?"

Budi and Nayla looked at each other, "May I come in?"

Mbok Parmi invited Budi and Nayla in. Budi then asked permission on Mbok Parmi to look for additional evidence, he also showed a warrant that of course was not read by Parmi because the middle-aged woman was illiterate.

Mbok Parmi gives space for both his guests to inspect the house. He went to the kitchen to make drinks. Nayla grabbed the paper on the table and raised her eyebrows next to it,

"Official road letter? Not a search warrant?"

Budi chuckled and took the paper in Nayla's hands, "Sometimes we need to improvise Nay," she replied winking one eye.

Pay attention to one by one the photos that are plastered on the wall. He watched closely and stopped at the photo of Dr. Arini. 

"See this, she's Arini's doctor who disappeared five years ago."

Nayla grabbed the picture frame Budi held. "missing? I don't think so." said Nayla after a while staring at the photo.

Look to the right and left, look at the situation and whisper. "Where do you know that?"

"Hhhm, I don't know. Whispery?"

Budi hinted to be quiet so that Nayla did not continue her words. He asks Nayla to follow him to the shaman's practice room. 

"Mas, don't go in. What if there is a waiter? Mas shaman must have a lot of apprenticeship to help his work right."

"So calm there is me, later if you are afraid to hug me. Okay?" budi's grin that made Nayla pout.

Nayla's heart rippled, a strange air came back to ambush her. His hands re-gold Budi's shirt and increasingly tighten his hand grip. Nayla's feathers bristled for a moment as the scent of frankincense and flowers greeted her nose.

The room is dark and stuffy, with black shades increasingly felt gripping with Prapen who still reflects thin smoke. In front of it was a basin of water that was given some roses. Sesaji newly laid and still intact further add to the mystical impression of the work room mas shaman Joko.

A subtle greeting that muttered indistinctly greeted Nayla. Not only one but more muttered and buzzed in the young doctor's ears. His head was heavy and his vision was spinning, his stomach was nauseous and Nayla fainted.