Ghost Villa

The Midwife Service is finished

This morning I did not go to work because suddenly my body had a high fever. I also took medicine, but my fever did not go away. Now my body is shivering. My face looked pale when I saw it in the mirror. My eye bags were also suddenly black. Immediately I immerse myself in bed. The longer my body shivers.

"Dinda..," in a hoarse voice I called Dinda.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said from the outside. I heard her footsteps approaching my room.

"Bak's sick?" dinda asked as she tilted her head from behind the door.

"Yes, Dinda. If you don't mind, please bring me some warm water, yes" I asked, shivering.

"Yes, Mother. Wait a minute."

Shortly after, he reappeared with a glass of warm water. I grabbed the glass and sipped the water.

"What pain is it? Have you taken medication?" Dinda sat beside me.

"I have a fever, Din. Just now," I handed the glass back to Dinda.

"Hopefully get well soon, Ma'am," said Dinda.

He then came out of my room. A few seconds later, someone knocked on the door of the room. I heard it was the voice of Mercy. He also went in with his wife, Dinda.

"Mother Maya is sick?"

"Yes, sir," I can't speak at length. My situation is getting worse.

"You have a fever, Ma'am," said Mr Rahmat's wife after touching my forehead.

"I want to talk to you four eyes, Mr. Grace," I asked.

"Yes," replied Mr. Grace as he glanced at his wife and Dinda. They both came out of the room.

"Help me, sir. Looks like I got a pellet," I said.

Mr. Sukra was surprised to hear my statement.

"Who blew you up, Ma'am?"

"Sukra sir."

"Fuck!" Mr. Rahmat growled.

"Help me, sir, please!"

"Mah..," Mr. Grace called his wife.

"Yes, Sir?" the woman also entered my room.

"Please get my kris at home. It's under our bed" said Mr. Grace.

"Yes, sir."

"You don't worry, I will release you from the science of the pellets" said Mr. Grace.

"Yes, sir, help me." the longer my body gets colder.

Moments after we waited, Mr. Grace's wife reappeared with a keris. He handed it to Mr. Grace.

The keris was then removed from the sheath. Mr. Grace then put it on my forehead. I closed my eyes. I heard Mr. Grace muttering whose voice sounded not too clear. I don't know what he's saying.

Shortly after, there was a milk from inside my stomach that forced the ride to come out of my mouth. I opened my mouth wide. Both my eyes water because they endure pain.

I felt like there was a sharp object cutting through my stomach. Right then, from inside my throat came out a strand of hair as big as an adult's index finger. The hair is covered in blood. Slowly Mr. Grace pulled the thing.

The length of the hair was about a meter more. I vomited after it got out of my mouth. Mr. Grace is back to muttering. I regurgitated something, this time liquid. It was clearly the drink Mr. Sukra gave him yesterday.

"You were really hit by Sukra's pellets," Mr. Rahmat reinserted his keris.

"I want to go home, sir," I said as I wiped the blood on my lips.

"When?" ask again.

"Tomorrow. I hope my condition improves tomorrow."

"Well, if Ma'am Maya comes home, I'm alone dong" grumbled Dinda.

"You're not alone. There will be a kind family of Mr. Grace" I said.

Soon, someone knocked on the door.

"Mbak Maya..," that's Mr. Sukra's voice. What's he want?

Mr. Sukra appeared. He brought me fruits.

"Maya's mom is sick?" greet Mr. Sukra with a smile.

"Don't come near you bastard!" I shouted while throwing a glass at his face.

"What's this?" Mr. Sukra was shocked because I was suddenly angry with him.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, Sukra! I know what you've done," now Mr. Grace stands up for me.

"What do you mean?" ask Mr. Sukra.

"You're Maya's pellet, right?" continued Mr. Grace.

"Hey, you're gracious, ustaz sham don't slander people just like that!"

The two of them got into a fight to cause a commotion. At that moment, Dinda shouted very loudly. He shook his right hand and immediately Mr. Grace and Mr. Sukra bounced.

Someone's got Dinda again. Ever since her death, I know that someone's been watching Dinda.

Mr. Grace grabbed his keris. He muttered again while pointing the keris at Dinda. However, it seems that Dinda is still putting up a fight. Even Dinda's voice turned out to be very similar to her voice."Astaghfirullah.., Mah, run!" Mr. Rahmat asked his wife to run, while Mr. Sukra was still in pain.

"Don't make a fuss in my house!" once again Dinda flicked her arm making Mr. Grace bounce back.

Keris who was lying on the floor suddenly floated up, Dinda who was controlling it. He was going to pass the keris to Mr. Grace.

"Dinda, no!" my yelling.

The keris shot towards Pak Rahmat and fortunately it was still avoidable. At such a crucial moment, Mr. Sukra ran away instead. He was terrified to see Dinda in a trance.

"O demon! Get out of this kid's body!" snapped Mr. Grace and then he muttered.

Dinda smiled coldly. He raised both his hands. Suddenly everything in the room floated. With her magical power, Dinda threw the objects into the body of Mr. Grace. He also fell. His head was bleeding from a blunt object.

"Dinda, enough!" my snapping.

Dinda looked at me. Both of his eyes were pitch-black. He then shouted very loudly, making my ears buzz. Mr. Grace is back up. He pulled something out of his pants pocket. It was a talisman made of wood. He threw the amulet at Dinda.

At that time Dinda was unconscious. Mr. Grace touched Dinda's forehead while continuing to mutter, I don't know what he read. Then there was an object that vibrated in Mbok Ibah's room, Mr. Rahmat went to the source of the sound.

I don't know what he's doing in Mbok Ibah's room, my body is still limp and hard to move. A moment later, Mr. Grace reappeared with something in his hand.

"Maybe the devil in this thing is making Dinda suffer" said Mr. Grace while showing me the object.

The next morning, my condition recovered. That morning I decided to go home. Mr. Grace ordered a motorcycle taxi for me, while Dinda looked sad. I really can't leave him alone. However, my decision has been unanimous, I want to ask for a mutation and explain everything I have experienced in this village.

At about 8am, me and the taxi driver, who I didn't know his name for, were still stuck on the broken, muddy road. As we were traversing the road, suddenly from a distance I saw a man wearing a black cupluk standing at us. He brought a wooden block.

"Who is that, sir?" ask the taxi driver.

"No idea, Ma'am. Who is that huh? Well do not begal," replied the taxi driver.

The mysterious man ran to us. He beat the motorcycle's head until it fell in the mud, while I ran towards the pine forest.

The man was chasing me. I cried while screaming for help. The more into the pine forest, the atmosphere is getting dimmer because the sunlight is blocked by the shade of the trees.

Sometimes I look back, the man has opened the cupluk. He turned out to be Mr. Sukra. I kept shouting while running away with all my might.

Shortly after, a block of wood hit my right leg. I fell right under the tree roots. Mr. Sukra approached me. I see that perverted face lusting after me. Maya, now no one can stop me!"

"Fuck, you! I'll report you to the police!" I snapped while spitting on him.

Sukra took off his shirt. He then grabbed me, but I went berserk. He tried to take off my clothes. Unfortunately, he managed to open it. I can't fight his grip. This time I really did.

And..., while he was kissing my face, suddenly Mr. Sukra jolted. He groaned and shouted like he was enduring pain.

Mr. Sukra's body is limp. I threw his body. It turns out there is a machete that stuck right on the right back of Mr. Sukra. I was also shocked because there was Dinda standing in front of me. His two eyes were pitch-black, his face full of protruding veins.

"Dinda..," hissed. My breaths panting.

Dinda's body was instantly hollow. He also fell on the ground.

After returning from the village, I tested for virginity. And, as a result, my virginity is still intact. Mr. Sukra didn't have time to fuck me that night. I'm sure Dinda saved me, too.

For years I did not visit the village again. I don't know what Dinda is like now? Maybe he has a family. Or even have a child. I am clearly indebted to him. Because he saved my virginity from that fucking Sukra.

FINISHED

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Death on Revenge

Lecturers ended their lecture on Wednesday afternoon, and dozens of students and students rushed out of the room with rows of chairs inside.

“Lidya! Wait!!,” Bima's voice sounded loud enough to call a girl who was far enough from before him, Bima's footsteps accelerated.

Lidya stopped, then she looked back, seeing a man running up to her. “Eh, Bima... what is it?,” asked Lidya to Bima who is now only two steps adrift. Bima did not immediately answer Lidya's question, he set the rhythm of his breath first.

“What is Bim?,” Lidya again asked.

“Begini... I want to ask you, why did Maya not go to college today?, from yesterday there was no news at all.”

“I don't know Bim,” said Lidya briefly.

“You're not, her best friend?,”

“Yes, but I really don't know Bima. From yesterday, I also did not meet Maya,” explained Lidya reassured.

“Hmm...o, yes, now I'm going to Maya boarding. You want to come?,” invite Bima to the straight-haired girl as boat.

“I can't.”

“Then, I first yes... bye!,” exclaimed Bima and finally sauntered away.

“Originally you know Bim, MAYA HAS DIED!!!,”Lidya Alexa. This 19-year-old girl has an oriental face, with narrowed eyes, a tiny nose plus a flat yellow that colors her smooth skin. Since two years ago, Lidya has been enrolled as a student majoring in chemical engineering at a private university in the city of Bandung.

Still attached to his memory, when Maya holds the intimate arm of Bima. Yes, about 3 days ago, more precisely Saturday; sunday night. The incident was unceasingly reflected in his mind, like a continuous roll of film.

“Lidya?, it turns out... You are also here?,” Maya scolds.

“Eh, yes May.. please sit!,” replied Lidya while smiling—FALSE SMILE!.

“Sorry Lidya.. Bima and I want to sit there!,” reply Maya while pointing at a place and finally passed.

A piece of night in this Cafe, there is no way Lidya forget—TAK WILL EVER!!!. How not, Bima is the man she loves, while the beautiful and graceful girl is her best friend.

Lidya never told anyone about her feelings, including Maya. And vice versa, Maya never told me about the same feelings with Lidya. Maya and Bima have been made!, ouhhhh great!!!.

“I will never let you live happily!, and Bima will be mine!, keep it!!,” the words that always rebel in Lidya's mind. The flames of hatred just burned.

On Monday, after the incident that night. At exactly 20:30 WIB, Lidya went to the Maya boarding house.

“Tok... tok... tok...” that brown-painted door Lidya knocked repeatedly. A moment later, the door opened.

“Eh... Lidya, let's go in!,” invite Maya in a friendly manner. Then Lidya came in, then sat down on the chair.

“Sorry, yes... I'm late,” said Lidya.

“Iya, gapapa kok, just calm again..the task of this group will be collected next week,” replied Maya.

“Hehehe. Here, I bring you strawberry juice!,” exclaimed Lidya, while giving juice in a plastic glass container.

“Wii.. thank ya,” replied Maya. This model-shaped girl really likes strawberry juice. Without a long time, Maya immediately drank the juice.

But after a few sips, he put the glass on the table. He felt his neck suffocate so strongly, his breath was wheezing. Finally he could not breathe at all and his eyes glared perfectly.

“Hahaha... It turns out to be that easy to eliminate you from this world!. DIE NOW YOU MAY!!!, hahaha.” said Lidya full of satisfaction. Then Lidya, displacing Maya's body and left lying on the floor of her room. Not to forget he wears very thin gloves to remove his fingerprints. Then, Lidya pulled out a bottle of poison in the pocket of her jeans and located not far from Maya's side. While the juice was, he spilled it near the floor and part of it on the chest of his friend, and the container he placed on the floor as well.

“Huh... sorted out!!,” exclaimed Lidya and the sweetest smile on her thin lips.Lidya immediately rushed away leaving Maya who was lifeless. Conscience has been tarnished in black ink of hatred. Vengeful tempest in the soul, culminating in DEATH!!!

Back on Wednesday afternoon, though,

Bima's steps stopped after he saw a crowd of people near the Maya boarding house. “What's the matter, sir?, how many gini?, Bima's luck on a thick mustachioed father.

“There's a corpse inside.”

“You mean?,” Bima asked again, he still did not understand the words of the Father, seen from the look of Bima's face was very confused. Not yet had the thick mustachioed father answer Bima's question, some police officers carrying a bag of plastic corpse containing, passing in front of him. The stench was so piercing the nose, no wonder everyone there closed the sense of smell was strong, there were even some people who were vomiting.“Whose body is it sir?,” Bima again asked.

“If not wrong, named Maya,” replied the Father.

“WHAT? MAYA?” his body suddenly felt very weak, he could not believe the lover he loved so much, left Bima for eternity.

With the rest of his energy, Bima went to the local police station. Not to forget, he also told Lidya.

“According to the results of this temporary autopsy, Maya's sister died of cyanide poison. At the time at TKP, we also found evidence in the form of bottles containing the poison. Strongly suspected, sister Maya killed herself,” explained Mr. Police.

“No!! No way!!!.” Bima looks very devastated over the departure of Maya.

“Already Bim, we must accept all this!, said Lidya trying to calm down.

The days continue to pass, now only Lidya who faithfully accompany Bima. Slowly but surely, Bima also began to forget Maya. Yes, now Bima loves Lidya.

Beautiful afternoon, the breeze blows so peacefully. Garden grass is green.

“Lidya..” says Bima soft.

“Iya, what is Bim?,” asked Lidya.