Accompany Me to Die
Another mystery

Rizky went to the police hospital to see two bodies that had just arrived from the village where he was serving. Accompanied by other experts he examined the bodies of murder victims who completed the mystery of the death of Sumberejo villagers.

"His identity is match (matched)?" ask another forensic doctor.

"It has been confirmed that these two bodies were once workers in the garden of Dadan Suhada bin Erpan."

Rizky sighed and stared in disbelief. He removed the covering cloth of one of the corpses.

"Dull object injuries, estimated twice the blow. The first blow only damaged his skull bone and the second blow caused severe bleeding in the brain." The forensic doctor revealed the cause of death of one of the victims in front of him.

"Are the two the same?" Rizky asked again.

"One was also hit by a blunt object, the difference was done many times, part of the skull was crushed."

"Times?" The forensic doctor nodded, Rizky again asked, "There's other evidence?"

The doctor showed her a hair and also a sample obtained from under the victim's fingernails."We'll take this to the lab for DNA testing."

Rizky grabbed one of the plastic bags, watching it closely. He looked back at the two victims, then sighed. A phone call left him oblivious to the details of the wound.

"Yes," Rizki listened to the voice across seriously, the record of the suspect file that was in her hand was again looked at.

"Okay, I get it." He closed the call, breathing for a moment.

"Let me know if the results come out" he said before leaving the room.

Rizki walked a little hastily, the information from Budi made her curious. He must find out where Mbah Anto is, who he is and what his motives are if he is the kidnapper of the doctor Arini.

Since the discovery of Arini, Rizky and other police members have several names suspected of being the masterminds of the murder of villagers and the kidnapping of Arini's doctor. Among them is Joko's own shaman. The name Mbah Anto appeared after the attack of the shaman mas and also the recklessness of Amanda followed the perpetrators of the attack to the Pine forest.

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Mas shaman Joko wriggled, he grimaced in pain feeling his injured shoulder. Slamet faithfully accompanied the shaman Joko. Nayla knocked on the door.

"For the shaman, how is it today? Did you eat?"

"Sir doctor this how to, sip piye body crumpled ajur gini mbak! Make sleeping on your side difficult especially to sleep well." sukul mas shaman.

Nayla smiled, she examined the wound of the shaman mas which was starting to dry up. Assisted by Sister Indah, Nayla opened a gauze covering the wound of the stitches extending to the chest. The shaman grimaced as well as Slamet as if he felt pain.

"Hold yes, I want to clean a little bit. There's dried blood to be cleaned." 

"Oh well, I'm hurting the doctor. That's why it's swollen?" asked Slamet curiously, his expression seemed to hold in horror.

"Yes a little swollen, natural because the wound is also long and the stitches are good enough. It's a natural recovery process later once the same inflamed swelling is complete, new cells will form."

Nayla examined the area around the wound, feeling slightly warm. Nayla gives ointment to relieve inflammation. Nayla again covered the wound with a bandage after feeling enough. 

"Don't get water first, shaman."

The shaman grimaces slightly when his wound is slightly depressed by shoulder movements. "When I'm like this, I'm going home."

"Patience first, spend the infusion of another bottle later that night can already be home anyway." 

Mas shaman chuckled annoyed, Nayla asked Sister Indah to leave the room as well as Slamet. This is misunderstood mas shaman, his face blushed when only alone with Nayla in the room.

"What is this, doctor, my heart is beating?!" 

"It's not like the dukun of the deceased dong." 

"Oh yes, I'm not ready yet" he said full of confidence to make Nayla frown.

"meaning?"

"Not ready to get married now. But if you want to try mating, I may not mind." replied the shaman cengengenesan make Nayla widened her eyes in disbelief.

"eeh no! I'm sorry to meet him again, wong know again the pain of wanting to stick like glue! Marai wants anu, lha wong can not be illfeel mbak."

Nayla chuckled, "You guys are a good fit."

"There is something I want to ask, I hope the shaman talks honestly." continued Nayla put on a serious face.

Mas dukun Joko listened. Nayla asks her relationship with ndoro putri. For a moment the thirty-year-old man was silent, his eyes looking dislikeful.

"Ndoro the princess was the beginning of my fall as a famous shaman here. Because he told me to come down!"

"Not because of hostility to Mbah Anto?" nayla's question made the shaman gasp.

"Where do you know about Anto?" his face turned violent, his dislikeful look clearly printed there.

"Please whisper" Nayla smiled faintly.

"I'm the same ndoro princess nothing. We're just familiar," the sentence of the shaman hanging makes Nayla curious.

"Then?"

The shaman was upset that he no longer wanted to answer Nayla's question. "I don't want to answer anymore!" he stared far out the window.

"Yes well, I think the shaman is interested in the news of Dr. Arini. But that's not to listen." Nayla tried fishing but did not respond Mas Dukun.

 "Make what the story of the man who has gone. Make sick!" mumbled wailing.

"Hhm, is it sick? Okay I don't want a maksa, but at least can tell me what is Mbah Anto dark lover ndoro putri?"

The shaman turned towards Nayla, "Yes, they do have a relationship but to what extent I don't understand either!"

When the shaman turned back, Nayla succumbed to not much information that could be extracted from the shaman mas. He also patted the shaman's arm and said goodbye. 

Secretly someone eavesdropped on their conversation from behind the window. "Let's see tonight, kowe kudu is dead!" the man muttered softly while watching the shaman mas who was closing his eyes.

Nayla felt that someone was watching her from behind the shady trees. He stopped and looked around. The atmosphere was so silent, only the sound of noisy leaves being blown by the wind. Sayup-sayup heard a strange muttering sound that Nayla did not understand.

The young doctor glanced at the clock in his hand. The clock shows at nine in the morning. "Well, are there ghosts so early? It's weird!"

Nayla turned around and entered her room. Sister Indah and the others were in their room. Nayla opened a large wooden window in her room so that fresh air could enter. Nayla enjoys a carrot garden not far from the clinic.

He did not realize that the piece of paper and pen on his desk started moving. Letter by letter began to be clearly visible on the paper with a stiff and broken shape, to form a single word.

DIE UP!

The pile of books on Nayla's desk moved slowly and fell, making a noise that surprised Nayla. The young doctor gasped, his heart racing. That pile of books couldn't have been moved by the wind and just fell down.

Nayla walked slowly closer to the table, her eyes widened as she looked at the writing on the paper. With trembling hands, he looked to his right and left with no one but himself. 

"Suster! Beautiful Sister!" 

A sudden gust of wind blew quite hard, making the top book sheet open and stop on a single page containing a prescription piece dated June 6, 2016, the name of the doctor Arini printed clearly there.

Nayla picked up the piece of the recipe, then read it. "It's a prescription for diabetic patients, but why is the dose twice as high? Is this for .. don't-don't?"

BRAAK!

The door of the room closed violently quickly made Nayla's heart jump again. Suddenly all the fur on Nayla's body brushed. The muttering sound came back, Nayla was surprised not to be confused. In the corner of the room the figure of a man with a t-shirt and head-binding bell appeared with a face so pale. He stared blankly at Nayla.

"Wak Dadan,"