Accompany Me to Die
Second Open Node

The clock shows at eight p.m., the atmosphere of the village clinic is quiet and deserted. Mas Joko shaman is already asleep in his sleep. He should have been able to go home today but somehow his body has a high fever until finally forced to stay overnight again. The shaman pulled the blanket over his entire body.

The night was getting late, the nurse was also sound in her sleep after going around checking eight patients who had to undergo hospitalization including the Joko shaman mas. Someone in the dark walks around approaching the clinic. His face was covered in ninja gloves. He dazed at the situation, then slowly walked into the clinic.

"Situation is supportive, safe!" mumbled wailing.

The man walked slowly, he deliberately did not wear footwear to freely move. A long machete was tucked behind the sheath cloth that covered it. He walked into the room where the Joko shaman mas was. Slowly open the door so as not to make a sound and approach the figure covered with a blanket with a blue straight line motif.

"Sorry, I actually do not want to do it but for the sake of avenging ndoro putri, panjenengan kudu die!" The ninja-clothed man unhesitatingly swung the machete into the blanket-clad body.

Once, twice, he beat without hesitation and with full force. But a moment later the man realized there was something strange. His machete was like hitting a soft object even too soft for the human body. He stopped and opened the blanket that covered, how surprised he was when he saw that there was no body of the Joko shaman there. There were only bolsters and pillows arranged in such a way as to resemble a human body.

"Fuck, where is he!" The mysterious man checked the patient's nameplate, clearly written there was the name of the Joko shaman.

"Damn it, where is he! Who leaked my plan!" said annoyed.

"Searching someone?!"

The gloved man was wide-eyed as he turned around and saw five people with firearms in hand surrounding him. "Throw that machete! Don't fight back, and give yourself up!"

Budi ordered the mysterious man, "Quick!" his screams again gave no time to the man.

Quickly the man with the cover of the scabbard threw the machete on the floor, he raised both his hands up. 

"Good! Catch her!" Budi ordered the other two members to round up the man with the cover of the holster.

"Where's that jerk shaman?!" asked the man harshly even though his hands had been cuffed.

"I'm here!" Mas Shaman Joko appeared from behind the door in a wheelchair. Beautiful Sister is looking after him.

"Huh, your life pancen ono pitu mas shaman! Wis meh die wae tetep ono sing nulungi sampeyan!"

(there are seven shamans! I want to die and someone will let you!)

"What is my business with you? Until you kill me?" ask the shaman Joko to the man who is still covered in his face.

"Sampeyan has made ndoro a miserable princess! Sampeyan has also made my brother edyan gegara mbok prawani! Shamans deserve to die, you pervert shaman, pervert!" the mysterious man.

"Open the face cover!" budi orders the officer who submits it.

Shaman Joko was flabbergasted when he saw the face behind the sheath, "Lho Met, kowe anyway?!"

Slamet spat, he was disgusted when the eyes of Mas Joko looked at him. "It should be a dead shaman!"

Slamet shouted again as he passed away from the room, "You should have died long ago! You pervert shaman, abal-abal shaman!"

Mas shaman stared at the pushy Slamet, the corner of his lips twitching constantly. He let out a heavy sigh, not expecting his confidant to become a thorn in the flesh and intend to kill him.

"I really didn't expect Slamet to hate me so much."

Budi approached the dukun Joko mas, "Since when did these police officers know about Slamet?" ask mas shaman Joko curious.

The afternoon before this incident, Budi and other police colleagues came to Joko shaman mas. Based on reconnaissance and investigation there are indications that the life of the Joko shaman was threatened for the second time. One of the members of the disguise managed to spy on the person who deposited the sediment behind the window of the clinic room where the Joko shaman mas treated.

"We found traces of Slamet left behind during the shaman's attack. Since then we have been following his movements. Yes, of course with the help of another informant."

"other format? Who's mas?" Mas shaman Joko increasingly made curious.

"I, mas ndoro!" Mbok Parmi came with his beautiful niece.

"I don't want to buy a Slamet sampeyan! I already know the rottenness of Slamet with Sundari since mergokin they are alone behind the house." he continued again while putting the food in the nightstand next to the bed.

"Lha Piye wants to tell wong sampeyan ma Sundari asik ah uh wae kok! Mosok believes my story is that Sundari is evil. Sundari is gatel pancen mas ndoro, but I also do not think that he can be very evil as mas ndoro." 

"So this police station came the same way my doctor told me all about Slamet and Sundari. I am the same love mas ndoro, already like my own child so I am not willing if mas ndoro is hurt like this."

Shaman Joko was moved, he cried and asked Parmi to come closer. "Ngapurane(sorry) yo mbok, if I often talk to the symbok."

Budi stared at the heartwarming scene of the two with a smile, there is as much hope that the death of these villagers can be completed in the near future. One by one the knots have opened, and now it's just about catching the actors from all these issues.

Putra Doctor accompanied by several residents and also Mr. Tarmiji was moved to the clinic. They carry torches as lighting, flashlights and even tongs.

"Budi Mas! Mom, emergency situation!" shouted Mr. Tarmiji from outside the room of the Joko shaman mas.

Budi and the other three comrades who had just come from the city looked at each other as they rushed out.

"Lho what is this?"

"Help me, Budi! Nayla's missing!" The doctor looks panicked.

"What, lost?"

"Yes, this afternoon he left just as hard but until now he has not come home too!" replied the doctor again.

"Where's he going?" Budi approached the doctor Putra and other residents who had gathered.

"Say mbok Dar they go to the river, Nayla wants to go for a walk to relieve stress. But until now he hasn't come home yet!"

"Can you call her phone?"

"Doctor's mom is just as tough as not bringing a police officer!"

Just think for a moment, something bad could happen to Nayla and also Tegar. He immediately coordinated with his team, asked for help from the city, and immediately acted to comb the place if Tegar and Nayla were to stop by.

Budi remembered the medical records Nayla handed him this morning. Traces of Wak Dadan's malpractice and murder plot are clearly recorded there and Arini's doctor becomes the suspect. It could be that Nayla's disappearance has something to do with the medical records that are now in the hands of the police.

"We form three groups, gather other residents to help the search." Budi's order was immediately carried out by Mr. Tarmiji and other villagers.

"Sir, police sir!" a female voice rang out from a distance, her face looking pale and her eyes wet from crying.

"Lho, what's wrong, ma'am?" ask Mr. Tarmiji to astonishment.

"Help me RT sir, my husband .. My husband disappeared since last night! I've been looking where, until my secretary asked, he said today also my husband did not go to work!" the woman who still looks beautiful looks frustrated looking for the whereabouts of her husband.

"Sir Agus? Didn't he go to the doctor's house yesterday?" ask Mr. Tarmiji wonder.

"Oh this is Mr Agus' wife?" The son doctor asked, and the woman nodded.

"Well, why is it all a coincidence?" gumam Budi lirih's.

"If so we need more people sir, also collect village youth who are old enough to help!" 

Budi immediately devised a search plan, the group was split again into five consisting of six residents plus one police officer. Assistance from the city will come in the next two hours.

The sound of the banging bersamong called for the citizens to gather. In a short time five groups formed and soon spread to the river, and also the place that if passed by Mr. Agus when returning from the son's doctor's house.

They walked down the street with torches while shouting to call out the names of the three missing people. Everything is tense and anxious. The sound of nocturnal creatures ruling the night was heard accompanying their sweep.

The son's doctor is anxious and hopes Nayla can be found in good health. 

'Save my daughter, God, protect her wherever she is. Please don't take any more of the people I love so much in my life!'