Corpse

Victims of Santet (1)

After coming home from the orphanage I stopped by the market to buy groceries for preparation in the kitchen. Therefore, I bought basic food and some types of vegetables that do not rot quickly. For instant noodles I only buy six packs, just in case if you do not have time to prepare breakfast. I only let Maya and Mita eat instant noodles twice a month.

Don't forget I'm giving away sweat with the porters of market goods. In this market there are five coolies that I usually meet. Everyone is familiar with me even I always get free services.

"Thank God, thank you ma'am. Hopefully, you will be given a lot of health and sustenance" said Ida

"Amen. Aamiin's."

"May mother always be given a smooth sustenance." said Pak Yono

 "Aamiin, yes robbal allamin."

"This is my titip to be given with Mr. Min and Endang's mother." I said as I handed him two envelopes and two bags of crackers containing a complete shotgun.

"Mother, thank you. I don't have to worry about eating for the next seven days. My mother and sister must have been so happy to see this bag of crackles." ahmad's hug wiped his tears.

"Yes, Son. Ahmad had to promise never to drop out of school in order to be a successful person in the future." Ahmad nodded and kissed my hand. It is sad that a 10-year-old child has to fight hard to support his family. His mother had been ill for a long time and his father died when he was seven years old.

Before going home I left my groceries with Ahmad. I almost forgot to buy my son's pizza. At the end of the market alley next to the pharmacy there is a home pizza shop that is always crowded. Tastes good

and the price is not too expensive. I ordered three slices of beef barbeque flavored pizza with extra grated cheese on top. Not to forget I bought Ahmad to taste with his family at home.

"Mom bought it for Ahmad?" ahmad pointed to himself.

"Yes. This is for Ahmad." smile back. Ahmad's eyes sparkled happily. I am grateful to have more sustenance and to be able to share it with those in need.

Household

Maya and Mita are looking forward to my arrival. They sat in the floor of the house with mats while folding clothes. When I got off the bike rickshaw they both came up to me and helped lift

groceries from the market.

"Ehm ... Wang ... I bought pizza. I guess I just agree with Mita's words" Maya said by arranging groceries in the kitchen.

"But kok is not pizza hut, ma'am." - Mita timpal

"You're the deck, grateful why. Pizza kw also remains good." said Maya

"Next time I bought it. I just remembered the time it was on the market. Maya said, the pizza was delicious. It's really good." I said trying to persuade

Inevitably Mita kept opening the mica pizza bread wrapper. The shape of the long box is very different from the expectations of Mita in the shape of a triangle. One bite was chewed Mita then he swallowed slowly. A second later Mita's eyes looked back at the pizza bread I had bought. The shape can be different but the taste is no less good that is sold expensive there.

"Enak right? It's one of my favorite foods to go to the market. The place of sale is clean, there are no flies and the shop floor is clean."

Shortly thereafter adzan ashar reverberated. The three of us prayed in the tv room. The room in this house is very small. The house is occupied by Ana's small family. I can be a little relieved because

the house in the village occupies.

After I finished my Ashar prayer, I swept the front yard. Leaves that fall from the jackfruit tree and cassava in front of the house have begun to accumulate. Mita and Maya help pluck the grass that began to rise and fill around the house. When I was focusing on sweeping, the breeze made the leaves I had swept scattered. My eyes suddenly turned towards the front yard gate, a figure of a man standing bowed lethargicly looking at me. His gaze was like he was pensive and was hoping for help from me. As I was about to set foot toward the man, a car stopped right in front of the gate. A woman in simple clothes walked up to me and penetrated the man. I was used to seeing the supernatural but my mind said something was wrong with the man.

“Sore mom... True this is home mom Sarti?”

“Iya ma'am, right. I'm Sarti's mother. What's the matter with mom looking for me?”

“Sorry, I'm here looking for mom not to ask for help. Currently my husband is declared in a coma by the doctor, even breathing apparatus is no longer installed. Because the doctor has given up on the state of my son.” Said the middle-aged woman

“Let's continue our conversation inside the house only, Bu.” Cut me. I brought the woman inside

homehouse.

 “Please sit mom, sorry my contract is cramped and messy.” I said open the conversation

“It's okay mom, mom's house is clean and comfortable really. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Risma, ma'am

Marti. Continuing our conversation earlier, I asked my mother for help, to see the condition of my husband. Because I feel there is an awkwardness with my husband. Even if according to her mother she is dead, I ask the mother who decorated my husband's body.” Bu Risma at length

“Why me, bu?”

“I am not a doctor or a mantri who can check the condition of the patient?” Further

“Because I know, my husband is struggling against the evil supernatural.”

Prang (sound of a plate falling towards the kitchen)

A large tall creature stood in front of the entrance of the house, standing behind the figure of the man who might be referred to Risma maam is her husband. His sturdy hands draped the man's neck until it was as tight as losing his breath. Soon they disappeared with the loud screams of the man.

Arghhhhhh 

 "Please help me...."