1001 Horror Stories

Melody of Death

That afternoon, when heavy rain was pouring through most of the city of Kalingga. Seen a black luxury car entering the area of Bintang Hospital, it seems the car was carrying passengers who had been struggling with worry and panic.

The sisters had been waiting, standing by with a wheelchair that seemed to have been prepared to be occupied by a patient. And sure enough, the car spewed out a young man and woman who were bleeding in the womb. The woman was immediately referred to the delivery room, while the man who was none other than her husband was only allowed to deliver to the front corridor where his wife gave birth.

After a few hours of killing, the wait was finally fruitful. Susan, the woman who has been fighting for life and death, can now breathe a sigh of relief. The baby who for 9 months was conceived with full of struggle was finally born into the world with a fault. This is the third child of their marriage.

Jodi, who is none other than the name of the man looks still waiting. It had been almost 3 hours he had waited, but had not heard the cry of the baby at all. But from a distance, a rather tall man was seen immediately approaching Jodi.

“Congratulations Mr. Jodi, my son has been born safely. But..” said a man in a white suit whose face was partially covered in a green mask.

“But why Doc? Then how's my wife doing, is she okay?” greet the man in wonder while furrowing his eyebrows.

“My wife is fine, yes. I can see for myself. Too heavy for me to convey it to the father, and the father must be steadfast to accept this reality.” continued the doctor smiled thinly behind the mask, masked, before it finally passed leaving Jodi stunned with her big question mark.

Susan looked silent on the white bed with a blank look and my eyes.

“What happened to our baby?” ask Jodi worried.

Susan remained silent a thousand languages, her gaze was only fixed on a baby box that turned out to be inside the baby.

“Let's answer Susan, why shut up?” Jodi grew furious as he shook his wife's arms.

“Kita Mas. From the beginning he was lifted from this womb, I have not heard the slightest bit he cried.” Susan, still looking at the box with a blank look.

“You're serious?” jodi reassured.

“I don't know, maybe I'm too hallucinating. Or.”

“NO! No way, I can't believe!” jodi was not sure of his wife's testimony. His heart seemed to stop for a moment, blood flow seemed to flow unguidedly from its normal current.

The rumbling sound of lightning accompanied by heavy rain that night accompanied the event of the wife and husband. And no one knows what happened after that night.

A teenage girl who is about the age of 17 years, was running rides in the middle of the night market. It looks like he is being chased by the PP Police who that night was holding a crackdown on homeless people and beggars.

The sturdy postured people have managed to catch some of the vagabonds who used to complain about their fate around Sengol Market. However, some of them managed to escape to their hiding place. Usually, the vagrants who managed to escape were proficient and professional in anticipating the danger of the raid. No doubt if they can easily escape the ambush of the Satpol PP.

The big cars with dozens of sprawls in them have left the hustle and bustle of Sengol Market. Seen as a shabby-looking teenage girl with long hair unraveled silent while staring at dozens of her fellow comrades who were caught. Wearing a hat whose tip is rotated 180 degrees backward adds to the appearance of the girl who is actually fighting innocently.

Armed with a small guitar, the steps of the girl who is usually called Lara is increasingly steady combing the path after the footpath of a fairly quiet highway. Makhlum, if it has entered at 11 pm, the streets in Kalingga City are indeed deserted. Usually what passes by is only a homeless person who is looking for a place to rest and take shelter from the cold of a piercing night.

Looks like Lara has found her destination. Yes, a spacious shop role is comfortable enough to lie down and play some songs with his little guitar, while killing the fear of the cruelty of life in the world. Nothing can be used to bandage the body from the cold air other than a thin shirt attached to Lara's body. With self-pity, the girl began to pluck those rhythmic thin-pitched strings. The quotes are sad, fitting with the current condition of his life. Unconsciously, he began to fall asleep.

“Heh raspble, wake up! It's nice to sleep in front of people's kiosks, my customers on the go tuh. quickly get up, heh!”

Suddenly Lara was startled by the noise. Lara opened her eyes while rubbing them. Tofu in front of him was already standing a middle-aged woman with a wrathful look. And the look was aimed at Lara who had hitchhiked sleeping in front of the woman's stall.

After taking care of her luggage, Lara immediately left the grumpy woman with her stall.

This morning was indeed bright, but Lara's look never once looked bright. In the light of this world, he still felt faint in his soul. In the light of the sky this morning, there were still dark gaps in every cavity of his life. All synergies form a paradox in the reality of Lara's life.

There was nothing more beautiful to Lara than plucking the rhythmic strings of her beloved guitar. Beautiful tones are always created with a spectacular harmony. He never gave the name of every melody he created, he just wanted the melodies to be free without being bound by anything from within.

“Wah, how sweet your guitar quotes Nak!”

Suddenly from behind came the voice of a man he had never known before. When viewed from his appearance who uses a black suit and shiny shoes, he seems to be a person who is well-respected and certainly rich.

Lara gawked at the man, without a word to avenge the man's praise. He could only smile faintly and nod: a sign of gratitude.

“Lho, just a smile? What's your name, can Om know?” ask the man again as if forced because he felt there was no response.

Desperate, Lara immediately grabbed the paper and pencil from inside her shabby bag and wrote the name “Larasati. Can be called Lara.” on the surface of the white paper. Then show it to the man while smiling broadly.

The man frowned as if asking himself, “Is he mute?!”

Lara lowered her wide smile to her initial form, she was confused to see the look of the man. And the scene lasted for about a few seconds before finally another man dressed in official service came to the man in a black suit.

“Report Mr. Jodi, the board meeting is about to begin. Please please enter the car to go to the DPRD.” building

The man in uniform was the assistant of Jodi Dharmawan, a wealthy businessman and also as the chairman of the Kalingga Regency DPRD.

“Oh, fine. Now I'm heading there. But, give me another 3 minutes.”

“Good Sir!”

“Can next time Om find you in this place again Lara?” ask Jodi kindly.

“Hemm...”.

Lara only nodded in agreement, as there was nothing she could say but show her body language.

Along with that, Jodi was getting ready to set off with her assistant. He still waved to Lara. Somehow the brief meeting became a special meeting for a DPRD chairman who was always busy struggling with political and social affairs.

“See you Lara..”

Lara also replied with a wave of her hand.

It starts with a guitar. Jodi and Lara have met frequently since the incident. They look like father and son. Lara also bought new clothes, new shoes, a new bag, and a new guitar that makes Lara more flowery. After work Jodi always took the time to meet Lara.

Kalingga City Park is a silent witness to the meeting of two people who paradox each other in their lives. The miracle of the perfect God. They often walk together, tell stories together and sing along with Lara's guitar accompaniment. Until it is not realized the charisma of a leader is no longer seen in Jodi's temperament, which there is only the charisma of a father.

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“I've already dumped that baby!”

“What? Are you crazy Susan? It's our flesh and blood, but you're a mother to do that! Where did you dump my son? ANSWER!!”

Jodi doesn't believe his wife would do that. But too late, the baby was dumped when Jodi was on duty outside Bali.

“Di TPA's. And maybe now he's been eaten by a dog. Never mind, let's just say I didn't give birth again after Victor and Ria: Susan's first and second child.

“You it really.... aaaagghhhhhh!!!!”

Jodi's hand almost flew to Susan's right cheek, but was restrained and thrown in the other direction. Jodi does not want to make matters longer with his wife who has contributed to raising his two children until they succeed as they are now. However, on the other hand Jodi is unlikely to report his wife to the police over the criminal act of dumping the baby. Behind his high office, he and his family and the hospital that used to be silent witnesses of the birth of the poor baby shut these secrets. With money cooperation also runs smoothly with the hospital.

*****

Lara is confused to see Jodi who is drifting in her daydream. He tried to resuscitate her by nudging the man's arm.

“Eh Lara, sorry. Om...”

Jodi is unaware that a flashback from her past has been played back. He remembered his daughter who was thrown away. He looked back at Lara who had been watching him.

“What's possible, is it possible that you're my missing daughter? Tell me dear Lara.” said Jodi inwardly.

“If you can tell, who are your parents? And where do you live Nak?”

Lara fell silent. Start grabbing his favorite paper and pencil, then writing.

“I have no parents. I don't have a home. I only have a guitar. I was born of trash, maybe my parents are trash.”

Words that were plain or perhaps not innocent at all to Jodi, made him astonished at Lara's testimony. How could he possibly say that.

But in Lara's mind, those were just ordinary words that she didn't know exactly what they meant. Makhlum, Lara has not been in school for her entire life. But Lara has a high spirit to learn, the proof is that she can write even though there are many meanings that she does not understand. He never even knew what an old man was, all he knew was trash. And perhaps, Lara also had no idea what trash was. It makes no difference.

Jodi was still caught in his shock. He began to turn his brain and memory. Started to reopen the gloomy album sheets that had been buried neatly by the decay. Shortly thereafter he woke up. Aware of the girl in front of him was his real son who had long disappeared 17 years ago.

“Lara, want to be his son Om?”

Lara was silent for a moment. Trying to wake himself up, he wasn't dreaming. Lara reassured once again with her body language.

“True Lara, Om seriously. And now you're going to take Om to Om's house, what? Want ya?”

Like getting 2 Joker and 4 Aces at once, this is hard luck to believe by Lara.

Lara nodded her sign in agreement. How magical. Within seconds Lara's life turned 360 degrees. From asking for alms, now able to give alms. Her shabby clothes changed instantly into a beautiful and luxurious white dress. Her dull unkempt hair was completely overhauled by Jodi's trust hairstyles in a fairly majestic and elite salon.

A few hours ago Lara walked into the salon as a seedy, shabby Lara. But in the next 2 hours, came a beautiful princess with smoothed hair and a sparkling face. Now Lara is ready to enter the magnificent house of the number one person in Kalingga, Jodi Dharmawan.

Jodi and Lara finally arrive at Jodi's house. They are greeted by a spacious and beautiful courtyard, with a large swimming pool on the right side and a beautiful garden on the left side. Seen from the glass car ball Lara's eyes wide and swept the entire contents of the yard of the house. If the yard is already magnificent like this, then how is the contents in his house? Inner Lara muttered.

Sure enough, Jodi's house is magnificent and beautiful. There are 4 large pillars made of marble material welcoming their arrival. The house looks shiny, as 90% of the outer material of the house is expensive white marble fields. The house looked elegant standing firmly in front of Lara.

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