Accompany Me to Die
Morning Geger

Nayla was shaking but she was trying to control herself. "It's an illusion, it's just a shadow of my fear," 

As powerful as Nayla's energy against the terrible figure that existed before her. He closed his eyes, convinced himself that it was not real and prayed to the Khalik. As he opened his eyes again the figure was gone!

"Naila!" The Son Doctor called.

"Yes," Nayla immediately approached her father, helping as she could.

The Putra doctor slightly opened Sukir's mouth, checking for possible incoming poison. Nayla helps her father tilt the body of the poor weathered bujang. 

"Squeeze checks, faeces checks, then .. um, everything's normal." His father wrote a preliminary report while on a paper.

"Loosen the rope!" pinta putra doctor on the sekdes sir who attended.

"There were no bruises from the giggles or the like. The outer wound shows the rope's moat." Nayla did the hypothesis. "Time of death is under twelve hours." 

"Hmm, well it seems like it was pure suicide. I hope so." Putra's doctor finished his notes just as the police arrived.

Nayla stepped aside and handed over all business to her father. He peeked out from behind the glassless windows, a crowd of citizens filling the streets. The whispers of the citizens were heard to Nayla's ears.

"Knowneng kene to the Sukir! Add medeni wae iki omahe!" (suicide here Sukir! This is even more scary - it's his house!)

"Ho oh Yu, I'm sengsoyo wedi liwat kene!"

(Ho oh Yu, I'm getting scared this way!)

The fear of residents is clearly visible from some residents who crowd there. Nayla watched one by one the people standing in the front row. The look on the face of the woman who broke through the crowd caught Nayla's attention. 

A woman in her thirties in a tight white shirt with a V-neck neck that shows her well-heeled cleavage. His face looked sad, pale and puffy-eyed. 

"The woman seemed to know the victim, she was nervous, biting her lower lip, her forehead wrinkled looking tense, the corners of the lips pulled down." Nayla muttered to herself.

"Can you read people's expressions?" the loud voice surprised him.

"When did you come?"

"From here too, you just don't see." said Tegar who stood outside, the glassless window was limiting himself and Nayla.

"Oh, you know who he is? Who wears the white shirt next to the black hooded mothers." 

"Ooh, that's Sundari. Why?"

"He seems to know the victim. He's his wife?"

"Your cool, not a day already know who Sundari mbak! It is said that he is the same Sukir dating, but do not know also the fact that people never see them on the road. Understandably in the village if dating likes to be ashamed of meow!" Hard-nosed, the exotic-skinned young man's answer made Nayla laugh.

"Hhm, ashamed to know how to bunting!"

"Iish you said to the point, but really."

The two chuckled amusedly, the Son doctor who was talking to the attendant glanced at his daughter and shook his head. 

"Naila!" he called his daughter, Nayla, nervous and rushed over.

Doctor Putra and Nayla and the police team discussed something. Hardcore noticed from afar, beautiful face Nayla polished natural make up, simple tied hair makes a few strands of hair dangle to the front of the face. Nayla perfect, Hardcore eyes.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the fence, a man was cursing Sundari who was pulled rough to the ground. Rude swearing and swearing are directed at the woman who is now crying. Tegar walked closer trying to prevent the man named Sarno from acting more rude again.

"Hey, don't be ashamed of you hitting women! There's a cop in there, asking to be nailed?"

"Here, ora need to melu-melu kowe! It's my business karo Sundari!" (Don't follow you! It's my business with Sundari!)

"Why are you Sundari?!"

"She's s**ndal does not know lucky, I already love her a lot even she was playing with Sukir!" sarno's eyes glared with anger.

"Yes, but don't play rough, you can talk well! Then Sukir in the dead, do not-don't …,"

"Huh, sopo sing is dead! Sukirs? Married, rasakno! Though meh does not patent dhewe jebul pinter kendhat dhewe!"

(Well, who died! Sukirs? Thanks, Rasain! I wanted to kill myself, I killed myself!)

Sarno laughed out loud, making the people around him sneer. Rigid did not respond, he helped Sundari to his feet.

"Bak just go home, rather than something that is not desirable." Sundari nodded, Tegar then asked one of the hansip to deliver Sundari back to his house.

Sarno was still standing in his place, watching into the house. A cynical grin adorned his face before leaving while cursing Sukir. The small commotion was enough to attract the attention of officers and impact on Hardcore. He was asked to take one of the officers to Sundari's house.

"Diminum dok, tired ya around the village?" The young mother, holding her baby, offered a glass of water from the earthen jug.

Nayla smiled and immediately drank, she was thirsty. Although not too hot anymore but walking from one house to another enough to make him tired.

"Thank you mother" Nayla put down her glass and asked again. "Mom, the house in the middle of the village is not inhabited by people anymore, huh?"

"The house that made Sukir hang himself?" Nayla nodded, the young mother handed the baby to the grandmother before replying 

"Yes doc, there are almost four years like that."

"Ooh, where are the residents, ma'am? I see a lot of furniture left there. Too bad, it's still good as well."

"That's Wak Dadan's house, she was a vegetable nurse doc. His wife reached three. But somehow, Wak Dadan died he said he was sick but we never heard of what pain. People say it's down!" 

"False? And the serem too?" Nayla then remembered the figure of the yellow woman who greeted him earlier.

"Ehm, can anyone come to Java?"

"Java Dance? Who yes, I have never heard of Doc. Mostly here if you don't mind what cow the goat is." replied the mother again, he poured water again for Nayla.

"Cicipin doc, village food." Nayla nodded and picked up the fried gemblong, it was still warm and it was savory. This is the first time Nayla has eaten it.

"Did the doctor want to learn Javanese nari?"

"Ah no, I'm just curious because yesterday I heard people chat. Kirain's open a sanggar here." Nayla replied with a wry smile.

"Huh, hump?" The young mother turned to the right and to the left like a fright. Nayla imitated the mother's movements.

"Sst ... Don't be so hard, doc, when does the doctor hear that?"

"Ehm, yesterday afternoon it was drizzling rain, ma'am."

The mother's face was deathly pale, she rushed in leaving the bewildered Nayla on the porch but soon came out with an old woman.

"Doctors should sneak home, do not let the afternoon record its citizens!" said the old woman who came with the young mother earlier.

"What is this, suddenly …,"

"Dok don't ask too many questions, pamali!" The old woman turned back to her right and left. "Here, take it to take care of the doctor. This Abis went straight home not anywhere!"

Nayla received the white parcel from the old woman, a little surprised but she was reluctant to ask again. Feeling subtly expelled Nayla was immediately saying goodbye. Along the way Nayla's mind kept asking questions, she could not stop thinking about the behavior of the two strange villagers.

"Nay,"

One pat on the shoulder made Nayla startled, Rigid appearing suddenly from behind. "Seriously, what does Doctor Nayla think?"

"You're making a shock. Where's it?"

"House mbak Sundari, nganter sir police. Sorry to cancel the show I want you to go around the village." 

"It's okay, after all just muter doang won't get lost either."

"I'm the most lost" said Tegar, who made Nayla cringe, "Behold you!" connect rigid cengengesan.

"Buck!" Nayla chuckles, the two continue the conversation until they do not feel they arrive at the official house.

The night was getting darker, the wind blew the lush bamboo leaves. Friction each other makes the rhythm line beautiful and at the same time creepy.

A woman ran barefoot, she kept running and ran through the night. His face was so thin, pale and adorned with bruised punches. Dry blood was still stuck at the corner of his lips.

"Please, help me!" he shouted with a hoarse voice, he was out of breath.

The condition of his body that lacks fluid makes him unable to run anymore. He fell down, the woman kept trying to drag his body. Many times he looked back, until finally.

"Because of you!"

"Aargh!!" the woman's voice sounded bitterly breaking the silence of the night.

His body was forcibly pulled by the burly man, who easily carried the woman. The woman continued to thrash until a hard blow knocked her unconscious.

Somebody help me!