Accompany Me to Die
Love Bird

Night crept quickly, Nayla sat on the terrace with mbok Dar and also Tegar. The rain had stopped falling leaving a moonlight peering in shame behind the remaining black clouds. 

"Cold huh mbok, here often rain?" Nayla opens the chat.

"At the end of the season, it doesn't rain like aem hawane!" sahut mbok Dar drank black coffee poured into a small plate.

Nayla smiled, for a long time she had not interacted with the person she is today. Since the death of her mother, Nayla and Putra's relationship has been at a distance. No more warmth and smiles on the face of the Son. This afternoon was the first time his father could smile.

The stern who had noticed Nayla was amazed by the smile of the beautiful girl sitting before her. There were no pale faces and confused gazes that had been shown this afternoon when they became acquainted.

"Tomorrow I'll take you around the village? As well as knowing the citizens, there is a new doctor here." Tegar invite excitedly, Nayla nodded in agreement.

"Mbak Nay, I went to the kitchen first to make some nyemek noodles. The same doctor has not eaten since." 

"Yes, thank you."

"You take care of Mbak Nayla, ojo mbok stay you know! Simbok did not cook the malem sauce, mesakno sir doctor." Mbok Dar left both.

Nayla smiled and stared at Dar for a moment. "Your mother is very loving, look at her."

"Yes, I'm grateful to have a mother like a symbol. You can also consider your mother's symbol." Harder smiled knot half teasing Nayla who joined in chuckling.

"Where is your father?" 

"Father, it's been dead since I was a kid. It hurts."

"Oh, sorry. So you've grown up just as symbok until now?" Nayla asked again and Tegar nodded.

The two fell silent later, preoccupied with each other's thoughts with the memories of a loved one. Nayla with Nuraini's memories and Tegar imagines how her father looked. 

"Fresh, can you? This afternoon ... does anyone have any celebration around here?" 

"Disappearance? As far as I do not have Nay, this is the month of Suro people here believe that this month is full of abstinence. Not good for a crowd." said Tegar while standing and changing position sitting.

Nayla was pensive, '**if not the recess what did it sound like?' her mind asked.

"Why even bengong abis nanya, what's the matter?"

"I don't think it's just my feelings. I heard something last night but I'm not sure what I heard either."

Harder frowned, "Well, I suspect this. You hear ...," the sentence of Rigid stopped immediately when the sound of birds of Love whistled from the trees not far from the official house. 

The stern expression changed, the bird's voice sounded creepy to him. Nayla also felt an unusual horror. Just this time he heard the sound of birds being creepy. Instantly he felt uncomfortable.

"What bird is it, how come the serem is?" Nayla approached Tegar, the fine fur all over her body bristling.

"Love, bad omen. Death!" the glare of the eyes of Rigid changed, which was originally friendly to cold and kept a mystery.

"Death? I just found out."

"The bird's old body wasn't heard, the last time Arini's doctor disappeared."

"Doctor Arini?" nayla's forehead is back in a frown.

"Yes, the doctor before you and your father came. He lives here too."

"Wooh, how come it's serem." Nayla spontaneously tightened her body onto Rigid's body making the young man chuckle.

"You are, I am afraid! This is the first time I've heard the bird. It feels like serem really uh plusin your story will be more serem!" sulking Nayla, her hands felt cold and began to get wet from nervousness.

"Sorry, but this time the bird was heard again. I was worried that something big would happen again. I hope not."

The sound of the bird was heard again, so loud and splitting the silence of the night. Some residents finally came out of the house and crowded in front of the house of RT sir. They are worried about the same conditions as they were five years ago. 

"Sir RT, how are we going around the village?" propose one of the residents who wear a knitted hat to cover both ears.

"Yes RT sir, just in case there is another incident like that first!" other citizens chimed in.

"Peace everyone, don't panic. Let's pray that nothing happens like it used to." Mr. RT named Tarmiji was calming its citizens who began to fret.

The incident five years ago enough to make their village feared let alone the news circulating is also confusing so many are afraid to come to buy vegetables. This village is famous as the center of the second largest producer of cabbage and potatoes, irresponsible issues resulted in their village experiencing economic decline.

The bird of love again shows its arrogance chirping at night. The gathered citizens fell silent, they looked at each other and touched the crumbling nape.

"Well, add more and make it!" knock one of the citizens.

"Hasyeem, Iki's goosebumps my romances!" the others fingered his nape and tightened his jacket.

Mr. RT Tarmiji shook his head at the behavior of the citizens. "Yes, we muter, bring a flashlight as well! We're gathering at the patrol station in half an hour!"

Instruction of RT immediately implemented its citizens quickly. They went back to their homes to pick up equipment.

"Sir, I'm afraid to be home alone!" rengek Bu RT who came out after other residents left.

"Ccck, this mom will have a Slamet she can take care of mom! High School is also the time can not take care of the family? I'm sure you're afraid." 

"But," 

"Udah, comein!"

Mr. RT paused for a moment and looked back. He felt that someone was watching him from behind a tree across the street from his house. 

"Who's there?" loud shouting.

There is no sahutan, the living fence of the Soka Java plant looks swaying shake. Mr. RT gasped, his heart suddenly racing. But then he was relieved because a cat came out of the grass of Javanese soka.

"What a cat, I guess!"

Mr. Tarmiji went into the house, leaving behind a figure that was actually hiding behind a tree. 

"Nearly a whim! Damn cats make me surprised! Dad, I have to wait a little bit more tonight if I can do it! May Sundari wait for me, wes kangen tenan me with him!" the man who partially covered his face with the scabbard left the place.

He did not realize there was an invisible figure that was stalking him earlier. The figure even followed the gloved man everywhere he went. His head moved stiffly with a pale face, a terrifying grin adorning his lips.

"I like you!" a raucous and hoarse voice came out from his blackish blue lips and peeling.

The birds of love again whistled adding to the impression of the haunted village that was getting cold gripping.

 In the dark, uninhabited corner of the room, a man shoved a rope around his neck. His eyes were blank, and his face was expressionless, the man slowly climbed onto the not-so-high weathered table to then jump up. His body twitched for a moment before finally falling silent and swinging slowly with a rope around his neck. 

"By my company, die here!"