Ghost Villa

The Midwives Department Part 3

You're what the fuck Din is! Your mbok is dead! Appreciate mbokmu!” i shouted.

“Mbokku is alive again kok hahaha..,” Dinda run around the corpse mboknya.

“Dinda! Ma'am says appreciate your Mbok!” I broke through the heavy rain, approaching Dinda.

Mbok Ibah's shroud is soaked and dirty, “Astagfirullah! Dinda what the fuck! Conscious Dinda aware!” I held her hands together so she would shut up.

“Lepasin Mbak...!” he's mutinous.

“What is this?!” Mr. Grace appeared with an umbrella.

“Why is Mbok Ibah's body here?!” Mr. Grace was surprised to see the body.

He immediately carried Mbok Ibah's body and brought it into the house. Dinda is very difficult to control, she even cries while calling her mom. Mr. Grace returned without using an umbrella, he immediately forced the Dinda who was still rampaging.

“Istigfar Dinda!” snapped Pak Rahmat.

I'm soaking wet. Mr. Grace brought Dinda into the house, he whispered the holy verses in Dinda's ear. While I was still shocked to see Dinda's suddenly strange behavior like that. I turned to Mbok Ibah's body, the shroud had to be replaced.

After the recitation of the holy verse finally Dinda softened, looking at her eyes blank, she looked exhausted. After that, I heard a small explosion from the kitchen, I hurriedly approached the source of the sound. The food Mr. Sukra gave me was scrambled on the floor, I don't know what happened. Why could that be?

“What's up Mpa?” ask Mr. Grace.

“Not knowing Sir. There was an explosion, and the food given by Mr. Sukra spilled out.”

“It seems to spill with the cat,” said Mr. Grace.

“Iya times Sir,” I immediately clean the food that is scattered on the floor.

“Later in the morning we change the shroud Mbok Ibah because it is dirty,” said Mr. Rahmat.

“Iya Sir. It was so dirty the shroud.”

The next morning, Mbok Ibah's body was buried. Not many people helped with the funeral. Dinda was still crying and lamenting, both eyes were sloppy, I repeatedly advised her to remain steadfast. After the funeral was over, I went straight to the puskesmas. Honestly, I'm still in shock about last night, but I have to stay on duty and this time I'll be home on time.

As usual, the puskesmas are deserted. The employees there work just playing mobile phones and chatting, while I reworked the plan for counseling.

“Good morning Ma'am Maya..,” greet Mr. Sukra.

“Morning Sir?”

“I heard that Dinda died?” he sat beside me.

“Iya sir last night and already buried,” I said as I turned to him.

“So sorry Mbak,” said Mr. Sukra.

“Iya pity Dinda, Sir,” I'm back to my laptop screen.

“My wife's food is good no Mbak?” he reopened the conversation.

“Duh maap Sir. I did not have time to eat the father's gift because last night was very busy until I did not remember to eat.”

“Oh so yes Ma'am. It's okay,” he said. I saw Mr. Sukra's face glum.

“Maap Yes Sir. Next time I will definitely eat.”

“Iya Mbak is okay.”

“Let me go home between ya,” he offers himself.

“Bby Sir. Coincidentally I want to go home on time,” I smiled at him then returned focus to the laptop screen.

At five o'clock in the afternoon I went home to be hugged by Mr. Sukra. As usual, along the way he told me everything. Sometimes I chimed even though I was lazy Akhinya I arrived in front of Dinda's house, Mr. Sukra immediately said goodbye. I offered him to stop by, but he refused.

After the death of Mbok Ibah, Dinda's house became quieter. I had a goosebumps when I entered the house. Dinda is not home. Maybe he went to the corn garden.

I sat on the wooden chair while sighing in relief. Although there are no patients, but today is quite tiring because all day I do counseling materials. While resting on the chair, I heard the sound of wood being scratched.

Erghhh...!

There was a moaning from the kitchen. I slowly approached the source of the sound.

"Dinda..," I murmured.

Dinda crept on the floor, her eyes all black. There was blood coming out of his mouth. He then crawled through the wall while watching me. I immediately shouted for help.

Dinda was locked up in a room, her body tied up on a bed. He is very aggressive and dangerous. Dinda bit my right hand until it bled. Dinda also injured her own hand with a knife. Said Mr. Grace, Dinda was possessed by an evil spirit who tried to harm him.

Again Mr. Grace read the holy verse, this time he raised his reading intonation while pointing at Dinda's face. Both of Dinda's eyes glared as the recited verse of the chair. Surprisingly he even laughed while mimicking the reading of Mr. Grace.

“I'm smarter than you!” snapped Dinda while glancing at the face of Mr. Grace.

“Who are you? Get out of this kid's body right now! Or I will destroy you with the verses of Allah.”

“I Mbok Ibah!” snapped Dinda.

“Halah! You genies do like to slander people who have died!” Grace returned to recite the holy verse.

Dinda laughed and laughed indistinctly.

“I will mislead you all so that you are far from God!” said Dinda with her face turned to the ceiling. His neckline was clearly visible, he groaned like pain.

“Come out!” snapped Mr. Grace while rubbing Dinda's face.

“You're awake, Din?” ask me while squinting my eyes.

“Mbokku go home Mbak.”

“Hah? Your mbok home?” hearing his statement shocked me half to death.

“Iya. She she's outside Mbak.”

I squatted while stroking Dinda's hair, “Dinda. He won't..,”

I haven't had time to finish my words, suddenly someone banged on the door of the house.

“That's Mbok. Her face is very sleek Mbak.”

Slowly I approached the door. The longer the door was blown open like being forcefully knocked down like someone was getting angry. Surprisingly when I peeked in from behind the window, there was no one outside.

“Where not,” I said to Dinda.

“Above..,” hiss Dinda.

There was black liquid dripping into my head. I looked up, I saw a female figure with her pitch-black face stuck to the ceiling of the room. He was wearing a white robe, his hair was also all white, there was a black liquid mentes from his mouth.

I screamed and ran out of the house while carrying Dinda. Kugedor's the door to Mr. Grace's house, but he won't come out. I don't know where Mr. Grace went. Dinda and I ran to the village to ask for help.

It's like they don't care about us. There were some houses that turned on the lights and peeked at us from behind the windows, but they didn't want to go out and turn the lights back on. I cried in the village's throat, and Dinda stood before me. His face was flat, there was no sadness on his face.

“Mbak Maya don't cry,” says Dinda.

I don't care about it. I don't know what to do now. Everything feels weird and absurd. Something is wrong with this village.

“Mbak!” from a distance I heard a man calling me. I know that voice very well. It's not wrong, it's Mr. Sukra.

“Why is Ma'am Maya here?”

I told him about the incident. Mr. Sukra also offered to stay at his house. Dinda and I also accepted the offer, for some days we will stay at Mr. Sukra's house. There was no harm in accepting the man's offer, after all he already had a wife. So there will be no people who think like that.

Pak Sukra's house is fairly simple. The house is not as big as Dinda's. Just arrived at the house, Bu Jumi, the wife of Mr. Sukra, immediately welcomed us kindly. She looked like the ordinary mothers I had seen. Her body was fat, her skin was tanned, and she was wearing a negligee.

"Let's go in, Ma'am!" bu Jumi said. He then stepped into the kitchen and returned with a can of tengginang.

This Jumi ma'am is a cheap person. Every sentence he spoke was accompanied by a smile. Shortly after, Mr. Sukra emerged from the kitchen. He brought two glasses of orange syrup and presented them to us.

"This makes Dinda calmer. Let's drink!" Mr. Sukra took the glass in front of me and thrust it to Dinda.

Dinda then drank the orange syrup. "Enak right?" ask Bu Jumi. However, Dinda was silent. He did not respond to Bu Jumi.

"Well, this one is for Maya," Sukra grabbed the other glass in front of me.

"Yes, sir, thank you" I said with a smile. The syrup feels so fresh. I drank half of it once.

"Well, how good is the syrup?"

"Enak, sir," I replied while nodding.

"If the house has ghosts, for a while Maya and Dinda may stay here first. Isn't that right, Mah?" said Mr. Sukra while looking at his wife.

"Yes, that's fine. Incidentally there are still empty rooms" said Bu Jumi.

"I say thank you so much for helping us, sir. Since Mbok Ibah died, the house became haunted. Yesterday Dinda was possessed," I said, revealing an anxious face.

"Let me help you get rid of the ghost. I happen to have an acquaintance who can chase away ghosts" said Mr. Sukra while looking at me.

I'm nodding. Dinda from earlier was just silent while staring at Mr. Sukra with a flat gaze.

"You're all right, right?" ask Mr. Sukra to Dinda. Dinda answered nothing.

"Maybe Dinda is still sad to lose her seat" I rubbed Dinda's head.

"Yes already. Hopefully you can quickly mikhlaskan departure mbokmu yes," said Bu Jumi.

We were taken to our room by Bu Jumi. In the room there was only one bed that only fit one person. Mr. Sukra then came with an extra mattress. He put the bed under the bed.

"You sleep in bed, let it be downstairs" I told Dinda.

I don't know why I couldn't sleep that night. Suddenly I imagined Mr. Sukra's face. The shadow did not want to leave so it made it hard for my eyes to close. Outside the incense I heard Mr. Sukra's voice as if he was muttering in spells. I also smelled incense that night.

"Mother Maya...?" Mr. Sukra called me from behind the door.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

Like someone was controlling my body, I approached Mr. Sukra. He stood at the door smiling. He stroked my hair and touched my right cheek.

"Will you be my second wife?"

I nodded, really like someone was controlling me. I don't want to tell you what happened next that night. Everything seems uncontrollable, complicated and difficult to explain with common sense. Mr. Sukra wants to marry me.

I never believed in the truth of pellet science. But ever since that night, I'm sure that Mr. Sukra has been stalking me with pellet science.

The next morning, Dinda and I went home without telling anything to Ms. Jumi. I myself am still in confusion. Whether conscious or not, Mr. Sukra's face is still a little shadowed.

I always wanted to be near Mr. Sukra. However, on the other hand, I feel guilty towards Bu Jumi. That night's events were completely out of my mind.