The Suffering of Si Kembang Village
Mystery of disgusting creatures

Week pass....

This morning Nilam asked the mother of the store owner to shop for the needs of the store to the market.

Of course, he gladly agreed.

He chose to walk, because the location of the market is not too far from the shop owned by the husband and wife who had helped him.

Arriving at the market, Nilam began to buy one by one ingredients - groceries along with various types of instant coffee that had been recorded in a piece of paper by the mother of the owner of the store.

As he was busy sorting out vegetables, someone stood beside him playing the carrots he took from the vegetable stall.

"Hey, Miss. I think I just saw you here." The voice of a young man in a cramped appearance, with torn jeans and sleeveless t-shirts that look shabby.

"So how much is it, Mom?" ask Nilam to the vegetable seller, without touching the greeting of the young man next to him.

"Everything is 30 grand" said the vegetable seller.

"This, Ma. The money's right, yeah." After that Nilam immediately left the place in a hurry.

"Hey, Miss. Where you going?!" shouted the young man. He then chased after Nilam who had walked outwards.

"What do you want?" nilam asked in panic, because his arm was strangled by the young man.

"I just want to get acquainted. Is that wrong?"

"Please let go of my hand. I have to go home soon" Nilam said with a plea.

"Just a second. I'll buy you a meal, will ya?"

"I've been waiting for my mother. Please let me go."

Three men in their 30s came to Nilam and the young man.

"You have a new victim apparently, Son," said one of the three men.

"Yes, this is the boss. Seamless, beautiful," answered the young man whose full name was Sony, smiling without taking off Nilam's arm in his check.

The man called the Boss frowned looking at Nilam's face who looked down in fear.

"Are you not the woman in the old man's shop?"

Nilam looked up at a glance, then lowered his head back. "Please let me go, sir."

The man approached Nilam. "I wonder, does your head really have a skin disease?"

"Don't, sir, I beg you not to...!" Nilam dropped his groceries and then held his head covering cloth so that it was not forcibly opened by a familiar man in the Boss greeting.

Everyone began to gather to see the lack of teachings of the market bromocorah on Nilam. But the fear of the bandits overcame their pity for Nilam. None of them tried to help the girl.

"Sony, take him to headquarters!" the firm orders of the Boss were indisputable.

"Ready, Boss!"

Nilam shook his head quickly. "No, I don't want to. I beg you not...!"

Sony helped one other thug hold one arm each. And they began to pull Nilam away from that market somewhere.

Nilam kept thrashing asking to be let go. But unfortunately, not a little bit of mercy shown by the thugs to him.

He was being dragged mercilessly.

The people who saw the incident just looked at Nilam with pity. "It's so cute, that girl" said one of the crowd.

"Yes, having a pretty face is not always fun" said the other.

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Bruuuk....

Nilam's body was thrown on a bed in the room of a small house that looked unkempt.

"Remove the cloth from your head!" the thug chief's strict orders to Nilam.

"No, I don't want to!"

"Alright, it turns out that you would rather be forced into a little rabbit" the man said with his demonic grin.

Nilam shuffled in fear, his body moving increasingly cornered. "Don't, I beg you, don't. You'd be so disgusted to see my head, sir."

"really?" asked the head thug slightly squinting his eyes.

"Yes, Sir. My husband left me because of this illness" Nilam said.

"I can't believe it!"

Wussshhhh!

The four thugs widened their eyes perfectly. The Boss threw the black cloth that had just been removed from Nilam's head in any direction.

"Sony, get that woman out of here" the chief ordered with a face that was hard to guess.

"You go" said Sony throwing the boss' orders at the other two thugs.

"No, you alone, I'm afraid." said one of the two thugs.

Nilam was confused to see their expressions. He nodded his head slowly.

"Nothing in my head. My hair is still neat. But why do they look so scared?" Nilam spoke in the heart.

"Hey, guys! Quickly drag him out!" Again the boss gave the order.

"I went out alone, sir," Nilam said as if he had a fresh breeze.

"Alright, hurry! Before those disgusting creatures on your head fall on my bed!

Nilam. Creatures - disgusting creatures? Whahuh? Bathin Nilam's.

"Hurry up!" yelled the man.

"I-yes, Sir." Without ABCD again Nilam immediately moved. Take the cloth covering his head and immediately leave the place.

After quite a distance from the headquarters of those bandits. Nilam rubbed his chest. "Thank you, God... You have saved me from them" Nilam said gratefully. He put his black veil back on. "Eh, wait. The thugs said, disgusting thing in my head. What kind of creature do they mean?"

Nilam opened his veil again to ascertain what disgusting creature was in his head, to make the thugs shudder in disgust and release him willingly.

After being satisfied to feel - palpable all over his head, Nilam frowned confused.

"Nothing on my head and hair" Nilam murmured. Then closed back her hair plash using the veil given by Grandma Samiah.

He began to walk to the market, intending to take back his groceries he had left behind because of the actions of the thugs.

But at that time, Nilam stopped his steps. At first glance his eyes caught a shadow standing under a large tree not far from his position, and noticed it could not escape.

Nilam turned towards the figure.

"Samiah's grandmother." she muttered as she looked at the smiling figure towards her. "Why is Grandma here?" Nilam still muttered without moving from where he stood.

When he began to step toward Grandma Samiah, suddenly the old figure disappeared somewhere.

"Miss!" call Nilam, he turned around his body looking for a figure who he believes is Grandma Samiah. "Where, Grandma? Wasn't he just standing here? There's no way I'm seeing it wrong, is there?" Nilam continued to argue with his own mind.

Finally he reached his tired point, the old figure was not also found.

"Here you go, maybe I saw it wrong."

Nilam began to lead his way back to the market.

Arriving at the destination. Nilam didn't find what he was in.

"Search for what, Nduk?" ask a mother who sells cakes that are not far from where Nilam stands confused.

"Oh, that, Mom. Did you see my groceries that were left here?" ask Nilam.

"Oh, you're the girl the bandits brought, huh?" ask the fruit seller who is in the same place.

Nilam. "Yes, Sir. Did you see my groceries rining?" ask Nilam again.

"No, dear boy."

"Oh yes, sir. Mom how, did you see it?"

"Not really, Nduk. Looks like someone took it when everyone was busy watching you in the boyong of those bandits."

"I see, yes, Mom..." Nilam breathed a rough breath. "How's this? Mom and dad could lose because of me."

Nilam memapah step gontai out of the market area.

As he walked past a tree that had fallen on the side of the road in his footing, he sat languidly on the big trunk of the tree.

The corner of her beautiful eyes began to make a circle - a clear circle, signifying sadness that began to greet her again.

"Why is my life always like this, Lord.... Never out of trouble," complained Nilam lirih.

A moment later, those teardrops began to turn into a stream. Nilam.

"Are you okay, Miss?" ask someone to surprise Nilam who was dissolved in the chaos of his heart because it removed the groceries of the shop owner who had been so good to him.

Nilam looked up at the figure.

"You who?"

Seriate....