Accompany Me to Die
Rigid oh Rigid

Nayla screamed as hard as she could, though her voice was held back by the sharp-nailed rough hand. The smell of blood rancid feels so stinging, making it nauseous. Nayla continues to hit and thrash even though she knows her efforts will be in vain.

The mysterious figure continued to drag and forced Nayla to walk after him. Nayla still guessed who pulled her, she could not look back at it. The hand was so strong that it smothered him, he could only cry and scream as he could.

The fierce figure took him deep into the forest, Nayla resigned. Until finally Nayla's weak body was thrown just in front of a cottage. Nayla was relieved, finally able to breathe freely. Just a little longer in the stock, you can be sure he suffocated.

The figure growled, his breathing sounding rough just like a savage beast. Nayla could guess if the figure dragging her was Rigid. With a stupefied and frightened breath, Nayla slowly turned her head towards the still growling figure. 

In the dimness of the night, Tegar stared at him. His eyes looked different as if they were reflecting light even in the dark.

"Fresh?" Nayla ventured into a voice.

Rigid stands on standby and considers Nayla a dangerous enemy. A rude snort sounded along with his heavy breathing.

"Fresh?"

Harder suddenly lunged at Nayla, the young doctor who had not yet stood up from his position, squeezed to the ground with his neck firmly strangled.

"Conscious Hardcore .. It's me, Nayla!" his voice stammered as he continued to hold back and tried to let go of Hardcore's hand.

Hard-set face looks so scary, a pair of canines can be seen sticking out of the rows of teeth. Nayla is out of breath.

"Steady, awake! I know you can hear me, master yourself!"

Rigid has not responded he even more growling and strengthening his giggles. "Fresh ... symbok, remember .. symbok _,"

Nayla's head began to tingle, the air supply began to thin and her vision began to blur, Nayla resigned. Between conscious and not, Nayla saw the original Tegar figure alternating with the figure of a creepy striped tiger. Nayla's hand immediately lifted and touched the image of Rigid that looked so grim and sad.

"Consider, come back to yourself."

The last words Nayla uttered before she lost consciousness. Nayla is drowning. That was when Tegar acted like a wild beast who howled and roared. His head looked up to celebrate the victory, but soon after the giggling of a stiff hand began to weaken he retreated slowly.

The figure of a leopard in the body of Tegar began to fade, Nayla's touch was able to retract the consciousness of Tegar. The exotic-skinned young man finally regained his control after falling to his knees. Steady eyes returned to normal, he stared at his two hands full of blood. No more sharp nails that adorn his ten fingers.

His head still felt heavy, the rest of the black energy of Nyai Kembang's bodyguards was still slightly domineering. Harder was surprised to find Nayla limping on the ground.

"Naila!" He crawled quickly and shook the young doctor's body.

Rigidly checking Nayla's pulse and heart rate. There is still life there. "Nay, Nayla! Wake up Nay, wake up!"

Rigid patted Nayla's cheeks, hugging the young doctor's body in regret.

"Wake up, Nay .. wake up, I'm sorry Nayla, sorry _," 

Tegar continued to hug and sob, he stroked Nayla's hair and wished the young doctor in his arms re-opened his eyes.

"Light," Nayla's weak voice sounded softly.

Rigid eyes widened, "Nayla, thank God!"

The young man hugged her tightly showering Nayla with a kiss. "I'm sorry Nay, I didn't mean to hurt you!"

Nayla, who was still weak, touched Tegar's cheeks that were wet with tears. "I know, I know that." repeated weakly.

Tegar hugged Nayla for a while. He just wanted to feel the warmth and tenderness of the young doctor who stole his heart. He only wanted to be with Nayla for a moment. Steadily sobbing, he realized that he had made many mistakes and maybe this was the right time for him to repent and return to the right path.

"What's really going on? Tell me everything, so I can help you." asked Nayla when Tegar had broken his embrace. 

"We have a few hours before sunrise, tell me everything!" Nayla touched Hardcore's cheek, framed it and faced a stiff bowed face at him.

Nayla tries to understand what Tegar is going through, she is sure that one will not fall for a mistake if there is no cause of mosesabab. Everyone can make mistakes and deserve a second chance to talk and share.

Tegar ventured to look at Nayla, "Is there still a chance for me to return?"

Nayla nodded, "It's not too late, you can still go back."

Stiff slowly told him what he was going through. About the ndoro princess, Wak Dadan and a big secret that almost involves a third of villagers who become Wak Dadan employees.

How Wak Dadan influenced the employees who worked for him to become followers of the Nyai and give offerings on certain nights. It could be said that Tegar was a high priest for their devil worshiping sect. The elder, who is believed to be the mediator between Sang Nyai and his followers.

Nayla hid her surprise, "What are you doing?"

"Especially if for the sake of the harvest, get abundant results, become rich and can realize all our dreams. Just relying on self-treated garden produce is not enough, Nay!" 

"Enhanced results?"

"Yes, with Nyai's help we drew the proceeds from farmers who did not become followers. Transfer it occultally to our plantations until the crops are overflowing."

"Astaghfirullah al adzim, continues?!"

Tegar back to tell how he and Wak Dadan looking for the appropriate tumbals Nyai wanted flowers. Tumbals that look simple but in fact only camouflage to take the life of one of the close relatives. The black rooster is symbolized as a life changer.

"You're an only child, how do you find that tumble for the nyai?" ask Nayla curiously.

"That, um I. . was forced to give up my niece's life from my father's family. They never cared or thought I existed, so I don't think it would hurt me to sacrifice their children."

"Oh Allah, Hardcore .. Then how much is she with ndoro?"

Hardcore never loved ndoro princess. Since the beginning of his meeting with Kumalasari, he did not even glance at the sexy lady. His heart is still wounded by the loss of Najwa. Infidelity ndoro princess with Mbah Anto is known, but he did not have the heart to report it to Wak Dadan.

Eventually chaos occurred. Wak Dadan who did not accept the reckless beating Kumalasari, he even asked the Joko shaman to send something so that the princess turned away from Mbah Anto.

"Wait for me do not understand, if the shaman mas send .. um, put it to use he should be in pain or how so. But what I see in those memories ndoro princess loves you? How can?"

Hard breathing heavy. "Ndoro Putri was the victim of the actions of two black shamans. Mas shaman sent something to attract ndoro princess to him and Mbah Anto also did the same thing to ward off the deeds of mas shaman."

Nayla continued, "In the body of ndoro putri there are two black forces that attract each other, so close to her. I don't think any ordinary man can withstand the two black forces in his body."

"Flatter, and finally he's crazy. Ndoro sees me as Mbah Anto, somehow it can happen. I realized it the moment after we .. did just that."

Nayla smiled wryly, it was not easy to admit all the mistakes including very personal things though.

"She always mentioned Mbah Anto's name, I was wrong .. I let her fuck, and that day she claimed to be pregnant. I was upset and I pushed him hard, after which I just left. That was the last time I met him." continued Rigid again, he lowered his face deeper and let his grief dominate.

"Ndoro's daughter died after you lived, and unfortunately ndoro's daughter died in your mother's hands." 

Just hit Nayla sentence like lightning struck, Tegar straightened his head and gripped Nayla's shoulder.

"What's? No, it can't be Nay! Symbok does not even have to hurt ants!"