Accompany Me to Die
House of the Angker
Nayla sat in the dining room staring fixedly at the shabby white cloth and smelling the fragrance she got from one of the residents the other day. At first he hesitated to open it but then curiosity brought his hand to untangle the rope embedded in the cloth.
A few pieces of spices and the writing on the paper resembled a certain diagram coupled with a blackish-brown powder, "What is this? This is not turmeric, sand? What is this writing?"
Nayla frowned in surprise, only this time she saw him. Mbok Dar entered the kitchen from the back door.
"Mbak Nayla, what else?"
"Hhm, this is me again confused. You know what this is?"
Mbok Dar approached and wide-eyed, "Eh, where did Nay get this from? It's called sambetan mbak!"
"Ehm, sambetan? Meaning how?"
"That's for sawan, reject reinforcements, that kind of condition."
"Ooh, should it be like this? Pake sand and what the hell is this writing?"
"Usually if pregnant women enough pieces of Dlingo bangle aja mba mounted safety pins so as not to be disturbed by delicate items but if this ..," mbok Dar thought for a moment, "Koyoke (likely) I know understand, but, can I see you for a minute?"
Nayla nodded and let mbok Dar pick up the tattoo. As coolly observing Tegar went into the kitchen and took drinking water. "What's mbok?"
"Iki you know, kayak'e simbok never see this writing but where is it?"
Rigid took the writing from his mother's hand, then frowned. "This is not, the figure of protection from demons in the house mbok?"
"Well, I'm no stranger! Yes, Nayla, it's for the protection of the devil."
Nayla stared in surprise, "Mbok, the house that committed suicide the two residents were actually whose house anyway? Says this mother who loves me has Wak Dadan?"
Hardcore and mbok Dar looked at each other, "Why is it that Mbak Nay, why is that house?" Mbok Dar pulled up a chair and sat down near Nayla.
"I was curious, the house was a little bit. Two people killed themselves there, I don't know why I feel like this is over. Someone's still gonna die there."
"Hush, don't talk to Nay! If there is a demon that passes, the demon agrees with your guess how?" Hardcore reprimanding Nayla.
Nayla was silent for a moment staring at Tegar and mbok Dar alternately then sighed. "I ... saw something there, I'm sure it's not an illusion."
"I mean Nayla piye? I don't understand mbak."
"Yes you are confused what illusion?" Hardcore chimed, he again drank the water in his glass until it ran out.
"Yellow woman, she appeared when the first body was found. Scary indeed, but …,"
"Did Nayla see Demit? Uh, yellow kebaya mbak?" Mbok Dar remembered something, Nayla nodded.
Mbok Dar was nervous, he grabbed a glass of water in the grip of Rigid then filled it with water. "Back, mbok!" the Rigid Protest was ignored.
"Yellow-rich? A demit? Astaghfirullah Al adzim, nembang also mbak?" asked Dar streak, Nayla nodded again.
"Simbok why the hell? How shocked is that?" Hardcore made curious.
Mbok Dar let out a long sigh before telling a story, his face terrified. He then told her what happened a few days ago when Nayla just came to this house. The figure of a yellow woman dancing near the bamboo grove.
Nayla also remembers vividly, she heard the same song that day. Songs that always sound when the figure comes.
...Candra ratri kang rereb...
...Ngacarya nisun kang kingkin...
...Lolita koripan ndika...
...Manunggal carub jeroning atma...
Hardcore and mbok looked back at each other when Nayla chanted the Javanese song.
"I heard the song mbok, the song appeared along with the presence of a yellow woman."
"Mak Nay, that was also a shock when he was staring at himself there! Oh, how you're fucking me!"
Steady speechless, he thought of something but then he opened his mouth to speak. "Maybe it's just a coincidence that Nay, don't have to be connected, can it be wrong?"
"Hmm, I don't know Nay. I don't understand the occult. You're right there might be a connection. But in the meantime we better wait for the results of the police investigation. I'm sure they'll find something."
Their chatter came to a halt when they heard the sound of a car stopping in the courtyard. Putra doctor returns from town with Mr. Tarmiji.
"That's dad coming, Hardcore, mbok Dar, I beg you not to tell me this same father huh. I don't want you to worry." Both of them nodded in understanding.
The footsteps of two adult men were heard approaching, the tired faces of the Putra doctor and Mr. Tarmiji appeared. Nayla greeted him with a smile.
"Cappies, Dad?"
Doctor Putra nodded, he pulled up a chair and sat down at the dinner table with Nayla and Tegar while Mbok Dar made a warm drink for them.
"What is Nay?" ask the doctor Son who is curious about the white cloth and the objects on it.
"Batch huh?" Mr. Tarmiji asked.
"I said Dar so," said Nayla, he immediately folded the small cloth and removed it. "Dad called the police again?"
"Yes, I just happened to finish buying their medical devices on the phone. I stopped by there for a second. Maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow they send people to the village for further TKP."
Putra doctor again recounted the condition of the second corpse that was found lifeless. Both hung themselves, but to ensure further investigators will go directly to the field. Putra's doctor also said there were plans for the haunted house until the investigation ended.
"Polisine less gawean omah angker kok dijagani opo ora wedi sing jogo!" (Wah the police lack of work, haunted house is guarded what is not afraid of the guard!)
The mbok Dar.
"Well just in case, fear this is a talkative thing like mass suicide in some countries. Just prevention." said the Son's doctor.
Nayla silently listened to every piece of information that came from her father's story. His brain thought the same thing as the investigators, there were still other victims who fell.
'Not two but three people have fallen, I believe that Bu Mirah also has a connection with Sukir and also Pak Adi. But what?'
The underlying reason for Nayla's thinking is the figure of Adi who had appeared before the death of Bu Mirah. Nayla saw clearly, the figure of Adi conveying something that made Bu Mirah scared. Ms. Mirah died not from fear alone but there was something big that she and Adi were hiding.
"Ehm, Mr Tarmiji know the people who are the sinden in this village?" ask Nayla suddenly.
"Sinden? Nothing seems to be mbak."
"When what dancers?"
"Ehm, there is nothing" replied Mr. Tarmiji who then revamped himself. "Eh, wait if the residents here are indeed no sinden or dancers but if there are immigrants."
"Remain? Settled here?" cecar Nayla again.
"No, if I don't remember the third wife Wak Dadan was sinden and a dancer in her native area. Um, Brebes isn't wrong."
"Uhuuuk ...," Hardcore suddenly choked while drinking the warm tea that just given mbok Dar.
"Pelan to Le, wong is still hot Yo mbok sruput wae!" (Slow boy, it's still hot to drink!) Mbok Dar rubbed Tegar's back.
"I want to go mbok!" (Hunters want to drink mbok!)
Nayla asked again, "Where is he now?"
"Wah do not know also mbak, after Wak Dadan died the house was left abandoned. His efforts also became the seizure of his wives including this third. And reportedly, they have returned to their villages, each carrying Wak Dadan's property."
"Ooh, the true fate of Wak Dadan. Kaya has a lot of money and his wife is dead, no one cares about it." murmured Nayla Lirih.
"Wak Dadan is not a good person nor is Nay, he is known to be cruel to people. Many do not like him. Even his wives were also forcibly obtained from threatening their parents he said." said Tegar flat.
"Seriously? Well worth it." Nayla's speech made Mr. Tarmiji and the others chuckle.
"Hhhm was kasian now even nyukurin anyway mbak?" sindir pak Tarmiji's.
Nayla smiled again, the conversation continued until the evening before.
The haunted house is still striped police, the atmosphere is so scary without any lighting. No residents dare to cross despite its location in the middle of the village settlement. Sayup sayup heard the sound of Javanese chattering heart-wrenching from inside the house. So soft and interspersed with sobs.