Actually I Why?

Satanist 1

The pain came again, twisting all over Maharani's body as the sky began to dim. Pain is increasingly stabbing, radiating from the tip of the foot to the crown when the chant of the azan sound began to echo from the mouthpieces of mosque loudspeakers and musala. The second-grader of Junior High felt the heat evaporate from his skin which now looked reddened, accompanied by an unbearable itch. Both of his hands scratched violently until every inch of his white skin was covered in claw wounds.

Already dozens of times Mr. Jarot took his son to a different doctor, but still did not show any change. Since her first menstruation three months ago, Maharani always felt excruciating pain when the backstroke came. Not only that, there was a pungent stench hanging in the air, filling every corner of his room accompanied by the buzzing of green flies that flew around, then perched all over the teenager's body. The stench emanating from the helpless body was rotten like a carcass.

There was a faint sound of Mr. Jarot's breath coming from behind the door of Maharani's room. "I'm desperate, Mom. No longer know what way to cure the Maharani. Poor our son. All the doctors said that Maharani did not have a disease infection and the lab results were also good," he sounded resigned.

Maharani knew, his father was so tired of thinking about his condition that every magrib arrived had to endure the pain and stench that stirred the stomach. The weirdness only appears in the time of surup ahead and disappear when the time of Isya arrives. But he was still tormented because of that.

"Would it not be better if the Maharani we take him to his ninik house, sir? There are many smart people there who can certainly help our children," Ms. Titin replied to give advice.

"Well, how's this mom, anyway? Sick children, really, even want to be taken to smart people. The pain, yes, go to the doctor instead of the shaman. That shaman lied a lot .. a liar, ma'am."

"Maharani is pain is not clear, sir. Of course, it has to be smart people."

"Doctor, Mom. After all, we do not lack the material if we have to pay the doctor and redeem the drug. Your bridal makeup orders are always crowded and they dare to pay dearly."

"Anyways, the Maharani is taken first to his ninik house, let him stay there for a while. Must be tomorrow, sir .. Cassian him." Bu Titin's voice sounded a little coercive of her husband.

"Tomorrow? I'm sure?"

"Related, Sir. No need to wait, just bring the Maharani in the morning. Mom's feeling is strong, sir."

"Morning to be?"

"Anyway, you should get there before the magrib. Can be bothered on the street if Maharani relapses."

"Yes, already, if I'm sure Rani will be safer there, just follow me. Then, what time do we take Rani to her ninik house?"

"Mom can't come, sir. Know for yourself, right, a lot of orders to cringe, where it might be canceled. You alone, yes, the anter Rani there. We're on duty."

The atmosphere outside the Maharani's room was silent for a moment, then suddenly someone pushed the door inside.

"Where are you doing, son?" ask Mr. Jarot.

Mr. Jarot sat beside the reclining Maharani. There was not the slightest hint of disgust on his face due to the pungent smell from his daughter's body. His hand now stroked the crowns of Maharani backwards, then kissed it.

"Patient, yes, son. I'm sure you'll be healed. For a while, you didn't go to school. You have to recover completely first," said Mr. Jarot, then again kissed Maharani's forehead.

"Mr ... Rani's gonna die. It hurts so much, sir." The maharani complained in front of his father.

"What the hell, son? Can't say that. Tomorrow, I take you to your ninik house. Now, you just go to sleep so that tomorrow his body is fresh. Lots of prayers."

Maharani nodded, reciting.

***

The sound of crowing chickens draws the Maharani from his sleep. For a moment he blinked, then rubbed his eyes so that his vision became clearer. A little squirming makes his body feel lighter. Then, faintly, he heard the sound of the end of the broomstick clashing against the ground surface in the courtyard.

Before long, the scraping sound of the end of the broomstick was interspersed with the sound of people talking outside. The Empress immediately got up from hearing a question that seemed to be related to her current condition.

Maharani peeked out from behind the curtains that she slightly exposed to make sure whose voice was out there.

"Eh, Mrs Titin .. is there a foul smell, no, if magrib? I almost threw up so stinky it stinks," asked Bu Surti, a neighbor in front of the Maharani house.

"I don't smell anything, Mrs Sur ... Is it possible that a rat carcass? In front of Bu Sur's house, right, there's got. Try to have her husband clean the got," Ms. Titin replied, hiding the situation.

"Yes yes, but only magrib smells. If it's a little night, the smell is gone. Oh, yeah, Maharani's sick, huh, Mom? Last night I overheard a voice like a cry. Exactly from this direction his voice. I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't have time to look at Rani."

"Ah, no, really. The maharani is not sick, ma'am. She's doing just fine. Even this morning he wants to play to the Village Batu Kemalik .. want to spend a few days there, kangen niniknya." Mrs Titin is hiding her true circumstances.

"Oh, thank goodness .. kirain Bu Titin's son is sick."

"No, Ms. Sur .. makasi, lo, have been the same attention Rani. Yes, Miss Sur, I want to cook first." Bu Titin also left Bu Surti who was still standing full of question marks.

Bu Surti did not leave immediately when Bu Titin entered the house leaving him. The gaze of the fertile woman hinted at an uncertainty. It was as if he wanted to find out something.

Bu Surti's eyes are now scanning towards the mansion, precisely in the direction of the Maharani's room as if something had stolen his attention. He approached with slow steps. His eyes really could not see every corner of the house.

"Rani .. is that you?" ask Bu Surti from outside. He walked over as his face slightly looked up towards the air vent hole above the wall of the Maharani room.

Maharani felt something strange about Bu Surti's behavior outside, then stepped back to remove the curtains he had been holding and immediately turned to look towards the air vents above him.

Suddenly, a scream came from Bu Surti's mouth, "Astagfirullah ... Ma-Maharani is setaaan ...." Then, the puffed-up woman immediately left Bu Titin's house in a hurry.

Before long, the sound of the door banging suddenly shocked the Maharani, then accompanied by the voice of his mother calling from outside. The Empress immediately fulfilled the call.

"Rani, this morning you went to your ninik house. There are citizens who have begun to suspect the same thing you are experiencing. I don't want this disgrace to spread. It could be a deserted order for the bride's makeup," said Bu Titin in a hurry, then went into the Maharani's room and immediately headed for the closet.

"Why hurry, Mom?" ask Maharani when she starts putting her son's shirt in the suitcase.

"Time's almost here, Rani!"

"Wa-time? What time, Mom?" tanya Maharani did not understand.

"Eh, tid-no .. eem, I mean Magrib's time feels fast coming now. So, you must immediately go to your ninik house to be safe."

Maharani also only gave advice to his mother.

Not finished packing all the Maharani clothes into the suitcase, suddenly lightning sounded thunderous and deafening, then the rain came roaring.

***

This morning, the rain did not stop. A gust of wind that shook the branches of trees made Mr. Jarot hesitate to deliver the Maharani to his ninik house even though the car was ready. He was worried that there were trees that might be uprooted, especially along the way to the hamlet where the niniknya live there are many large trees.

"The wind's too tight, ma'am. Afraid of trees falling. A lot of things happened" replied Mr. Jarot.

"Once, just walk. Prayer is fine, sir .. Nothing will happen. Trust me, Mother."

"Yes, but don't hurry, Mom."

"Hallaaah, come on, let's go!" Mrs Titin's voice was slightly raised.

"What's really going on, Mom? You know that Rani must arrive before Magrib. But this is still the old magribnya. After all, to his ninik hamlet is only two hours away," replied Mr. Jarot.

"Already, Mr. .. we're following Mom." Maharani interjected because he did not want to hear his mother who kept pressing.

Finally, under heavy rain, Mr. Jarot was forced to drive his car to Batu Kemalik Hamlet under the foot of Mount Rinjani.

Heavy rain accompanied by strong winds greatly blocked visibility. Mr. Jarot also did not dare to take risks and drove the car at medium speed.

"It looks like we'll arrive at your ninik house right at the time of the magrib, son," said the father while driving.

"It's okay, sir. Hope Rani can hold it."

"Hopefully your mother's hunch is right. With you living in your ninik village, you can be healthy again, son."

Maharani said his father.

***

A pale ray of car lights fell upon the surface of the slightly pebbled dirt road. The sound of tires grinding the small stones rhymed away. Now, they entered the hamlet of Batu Kemalik, marked by a stone archway built by residents.

"It's dark, sir," said the Maharani, looking outwards.

"It looks like the power went out" replied Mr. Jarot as he continued driving, avoiding the deep water puddles in the middle of the road.

When nature was getting dim and the rain was still fluttering, Maharani also arrived at a simple house with whitewashed walls that had looked dull and chipped in some parts. It was the home of Ninik Rempik, the parents of his mother.

For a long time, the atmosphere of the house was very calm, tended to be a funeral aura because it was quiet and did not seem to be life. The residents spend more time inside the house. I don't know because of what.

Maharani was hesitant to get out of the car. Although he often visited, but tonight was the first night for him to stay.

"Come, Rani," asked Mr. Jarot.

Just getting out of the car, suddenly an oddity happened. There was no more pain, heat, and itching that Maharani felt. In fact, the day is crawling inevitably towards the dark.

"Mr ... Rani is no longer a gatel! I think the real mother, deh, sir," said Maharani with a smile expanded.

The sound of the door opening. Ninik Rempik came out with a lamp in his hand.

"Ninik can guess. You guys will definitely come in the near future, let alone Maharani has entered the age of menstruation." Ninik seemed to know what had happened to his grandson.

"How did Inak know?" ask Mr. Jarot to his in-laws.

Ninik Rempik just smiled, then turned around, went inside the house with his hands tied under his back that looked increasingly crooked with age. Before long, he called Mr. Sarmidi, his loyal son who always accompanied. She is the younger sister of Ms. Titin, 40 years old and unmarried.

"Midi, take the Maharani to the room and help bring his belongings," the command of Ninik Rempik sounded authoritative.

Without saying much, Mr. Sarmidi obeyed the orders of Ninik Rempik. He was indeed a quiet man who always obeyed every order of his mother, even not to marry.

***

"She, I'll leave the Maharani while here. I don't know what pain he has. I've taken it to many doctors, but the results are not there. Every magrib he se ...."

"I already know" said Ninik Rempik cut off the speech of Mr. Jarot, his son-in-law.

"Yes, help Maharani get well, Inak." Mr. Jarot looked clear.

"Excuse me, this will work, Rot."

After speaking for a long time, Mr. Jarot permission to go home after leaving an envelope containing money to meet the needs of his son while there.

"Jarot, tell your wife, don't be late!" ninik Rempik's message to his son-in-law.

"Good, Inak."

***

The first time he stayed at his ninik house, the Maharani's ears seemed so sensitive to the sound of clockwork ticking on the wall. The sound kept his eyes fresh. In the room with a slightly dim yellow light, his eyes continued to be fixed on a painting stuck on the wall. The painting is directly faced with the position of the Maharani to lay down the body.

Maharani was disturbed because he felt the eyes of the painting as if he continued to pay attention to every movement, even when laying down on the mattress.

Maharani got up, picked up the lamp on the table, then approached towards the wall where the painting was attached. He wondered who the owner of the face of the painting in front of him was.

Maharani looked up to confirm whose face was on the painting. "Oh, it's like Ninik's face."

Increasingly noticed, Maharani's eyes seemed narrowed when he realized that something was moving stiffly from the painting. As he was getting more and more fixated on his attention, suddenly the two eyeballs of a face in the painting moved and stared sharply down, right stuck in the eyes of the Maharani. Their gazes now met, then a line of smiles rose from the lips of the person in the painting.

Maharani was shocked. The look on his face instantly changed as two eyeballs popped out of the painting and fell rolling. One of them still hangs in the eye sinew.

"Hi-hi .. it's time." The distinctive voice of an old man was heard from the mouth of the old woman in the painting.

The Maharani screamed, then fell down and everything went dark.