Corpse

Paguyuban Perias Jada (1)

"It's a payment for Sarti's mother" said Mr. Chris thrusting an envelope at me

"Thank you sir. Glad to help you." I said I received the envelope

"Come, sir."

"Let's go, be careful."

When I came out of Mr. Chris' house there was not a single ojek in sight, I was very forced to walk towards the gate of this complex. The scorching sun that began to sting the skin made my sweat sweat sweat wet my forehead and back. The footsteps I accelerated did not feel like I was already on the side of the road.

So far there have been 3 angkot who rejected me. This is the fourth angkot which fortunately is not so full because it wants to stop when I block.

"It's only 11 in the afternoon apparently. Rather than me being told I'd better spread a brochure about my work. But where did you start?" ask in my heart

"The hospital."

I looked at the mothers sitting next to me.

"Hospital?"

"Mom is talking to me?" I asked the mothers sitting next to me.

"Si mother tea aya-aya wae. I'm calling the kids again."

"When I tea talk to mother na" said the mother with her Sundanese accent. Then she continued chatting with her son on the phone that I thought wasn't over yet.

"What mean? I'm being bullied?"

"No!" yelled that voice, until I was shocked to shudder both my shoulders. Slowly my mother sat beside me. In this car there are only two passengers in the back. So it's only natural that mom thinks I'm a little crazy.

"Which, has the nearest hospital been missed?" ask the angkot driver

"Near the front red light is a private hospital. You want to stop there?"

"Yes sir." I said quickly

The mother sitting next to my arm.

"Tea's mother should consult a psychiatrist. Like I like hallucinations yeah."

I nodded slowly and said in my heart.

"How I'm not crazy, sometimes my eyes and ears can't tell which human is not. I just don't know even if it's just the two of us sitting here, there's a lot of stowaways sitting down. To the extent that this angkot driver did not see anyone on the side of the road waiting for the angkot as well." I murmured in my heart

"Mom, it's at the hospital."

"Oh yeah." The angkot driver's voice broke my daydream. I'll come down and pay the freight. It was fortunate that this hospital was on the side of the road where I got off the angkot, so I didn't have to cross anymore.

I took this make-up box into the hospital. This box may be seen as strange by hospital visitors. For what reason, the hospital brought a box of that size.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" said the middle-aged mother

I looked back at my mother who was greeting me.

"Gaul is also very different style with me who is like a mother in general." my mind said

I watched the mother from head to toe. Then I saw him holding a box as big as mine with a black figure behind his back.

"You're a corpse pot, too?" ask mommy back. The first question I haven't answered and he can guess who I am.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Kok mom can tell?"

"Haha." The mother laughed at my answer which I thought was not funny at all.

"Include my name Su-san, an extension of Susi Susanti. But I'd rather be called by Susan's mother. Let it be more present." said the mother at length with a sigh and gave her hand to shake hands with me.

I tried to hold my laughter. There are still apparently slang mothers who want to still exist even though the physical age has been eroded.

"I'm Sarti." I said as I met

"The name is short well, so it can't be shortened like I am" she said wagging her hair

I chuckle again with this slang mother.

"Oh yeah, by the way anyway busway, what are you doing here?"

I took out a brochure that I wanted to get out of the bag and gave him a sheet to read.

"You're a corpse pot too?" I asked Susan

"Of course."

"I am MUA the famous corpse in this city. You don't know?" Still with a style that flicks his long hair.

Again I shook my head.

"Surely you don't know that I'm the chairman of the funeral fairies?" guess susan's back

I smiled a thin smile at Susan's head.

"This is definitely your new profession. Yes, come on, follow me." take Susan

As we walked we told each other. At that time I also learned that Lastri was a friend of his profession when he opened the paguyuban. But unfortunately Lastri refused to be a caretaker and chose to be a passive member. Susan said, Lastri complained that he was too old if he had to go back and forth to the airport when there was a meeting. Though judging from the age and hours of flying, friends chose him to be the chairman.

Since I walked beside Susan I felt my hair bristling when I felt ordinary. When I looked back, I saw rows of women of all ages walking behind Susan. Looks like the patient who died in this hospital and was treated by Susan. Shuddered in horror as the row of women displayed physicality as they died. I can't see a woman without eyes. Didn't Susan get scared when she dressed it? Why didn't he just reject it?