BUNCHES

CHAPTER 30

Hearing strange noises from behind a room covered in thick plastic sheeting, Sida saw a black man covered in blood, even very creepy. The middle-aged woman's face looked extremely frightened as she saw the long machete shadow cut roughly something.

PRAAAAK...!

KREEK....!

TAK.....

TAK....

Whatisit? Why do I see my own son and husband standing there?

Sida rubbed her eyes together, confirming what the two men who were still busy chopping up, even as they were tearing up the belly of an animal.

How surprised Sida, seeing the figure of the person she loved so much, was dismembering Mori's body. Even more painful, they had poked both eyes of his Japanese son-in-law.

Sida shouted loudly, even very thunderous in that gripping night.

"Jiang....!!!" the middle-aged woman shouted when she saw her son's body drenched in blood.

Ujang gasped at the voice of Sida who witnessed her cruelty as a husband.

"Aaaaa..... Amak....! It's....!"

Shouted Ujang awake from his sleep. His face looked pale, his body was covered in sweat remembering his nightmare on that gripping night, even very scary when both of Mori's eyeballs were snobbed by Uman the Father who fell rolling to the floor.

"Yes.....!!!" Ujang again shouted as loudly as possible, so he woke up his parents who were asleep in the house that almost collapsed.

Sida approached her favorite son, giving a glass of water to calm Ujang, "Ado apo, Jang? Manga ang?" (What's up, Jang? Why you?) sida asked a little curious and surprised to hear the voice of her son's screams.

Ujang tried to drink the water that was given by Sida, chugging without taking a breath, because the feeling of fear even his face looked very pale, "Hmm... Anu Mak, eeee...! A nightmare is possible. Because considering Mori Ujang's wife," he explained still looked frightened.

Ujang rubbed his face rough, wiping the sweat that still soaked his face, "Why do I feel like I'm being haunted by the disappearance of Mori? What the hell's going on? Am I not safe here?" his mind looked at the figures of his two returning parents looking calm.

They returned to the room that had been used as a bed during Ujang left for Japan, and now still choose to sleep there rather than in the room that appears to have been inhabited spiderwebs, he said, because it has not been occupied for a long time.

A little curious, he approached his parents who snored again, looking at the two middle-aged faces looking exhausted because his daily activities seemed very tiring.

Ujang took a deep breath, choosing to go back to the room, where he was, sitting on the edge of a wooden cot that looked reot because it was shabby and old.

Time and again Ujang noticed the atmosphere of the rumah gadang that had almost collapsed, but still looked sturdy. He saw the condition of wood that had been weathered, even very inappropriate in the habitation by his parents.

Why do parents live in a house like this? Isn't their family home in the village next door? Can you stay there while the house is repaired or collapsed?

Only that in the mind of Ujang, because it feels a little guilty not to pay attention to his parents since they went to Japan.

Ujang again lay his body on a thin mattress that has been a lot on the head or head lice that are on the mattress cotton, occasionally scratching because of the itchy feeling that is very disturbing night rest.

Ujang closed his eyes softly, a sweet black face that had drugged Mori's heart, making him again hear the whimpering voice of the female scream.

Ujang like looking for the existence of Mori who is his beloved wife. The rich woman who never admitted that she was the offspring of the Sultan's son in her country, made her run for Mori's whereabouts.

"Mori....! Mori... wait for me. Don't leave me, Mori...!!" yelled Ujang, when he managed to grab his wife's hand.

Mori turned his head towards Ujang, staring blankly at the two eyeballs that were able to anesthetize the eyes of the blooded man Minang, "Leave your hometown, baby!! Both of your parents are dead...!!"

Hearing Mori's words like that, Ujang seemed to not accept. Make his anger rise again.

"What do you mean? Say both my parents are dead? They're still alive! They're still here. This is my village, my homeland! Why do you have to slander and say that both my parents are dead, Mori! Tell me!! Where are you, Mori.... Mori's.... Mori...!!"

Ujang flinched, rubbing back his face very roughly, rushed out of the room, looking for the whereabouts of Sida and Uman.

"Mazy, What.....!!!"

"Maz..... What....!!!"

Shouted Ujang in the rumah gadang that looked silent and silent.

Ujang's breath was tight, even very confusing, his eyes looked at the door that was still closed, but did not find the whereabouts of his parents.

"Where are they? What Mori said, right? But it was Amak who had been cooking the food these few days. It's only been three days that I've been here, so I lost my wife. Cook I have to believe in all this. No-no-no.. All this is just a dream! There's no way Amak is dead! I can definitely find Mori's whereabouts. It's....!!" annoyed Ujang looked back.

However, when he looked back, how surprised Ujang saw the figure of Sida had stood before him.

Ujang looked like he was in a daze, making his body bounce off the wooden wall.

BRAAAK....!!

Ujang repeatedly rubbed his face, believing in what he saw. Making sure the soles of Sida's feet, which tread on the floor, so that they see the middle-aged woman's face very closely.

"Amak....!?" tanya Ujang made sure, repeatedly gulped his saliva rough.

Sida who was in front of Ujang approached the son, whispering slightly, "Manga ang, son? Muko ang takajuik mancaliak Amak?" (Why are you, son? Why are you surprised to see Amak?)

Ujang again rubbed his chest slowly, looking like he was thinking about something, how could he look at Mori, and said that his parents had not existed. Who is standing before him? It can't be a ghost, or even a ghost.

Ujang swallowed his saliva origin, "Ujang tasa, we better move from here, Mak? Sa-sa-until we find Mori's whereabouts. We can go to the next village, or can live in Payakumbuh, while the house is renovating," he explained in stammer.

Sida knitted her eyebrows together, "Lai ado piti ang tuh? Kok yo a lot of savings bolian Amak ameh!" (A lot of your money? If it is a lot, buy gold Amak!) the message is like giving an order.

Ujang tried to smile, standing straight in front of the Mother, answering Sida's question with a happy smile, "Our money is a lot, Mak! And we're gonna buy Amak's needs here!"

Sida patted Ujang's shoulder, so as not to dream too long, because everything is just pseudo.

"Come ang! Pai ka Jakarta... jan dipikia bana bini ang tuh!" (Wake you! Go to Jakarta, don't think about your wife!)

Ujang thought again, he looked confused, "How could I go alone, without Mori? And how am I supposed to leave them in this condition?" his inner.