GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 77: LOSS

Just contact me and Parto surprised after hearing Mbah Arni's confession.

"It was just a hallucination of Mbah Arni alone, her name was also sick. So, it looks weird," I said.

"Basic, you two have never changed. It's hard to believe people's words. Where could I lie to you. Besides, why would I lie?" answer Mbah Arni

"Yes, Mbah Arni never lied all this time. But, like we said. The physical condition of Mbah Arni who is sick is very possible to hallucinate" said Parto.

"Well, am I hallucinating? Lah, wong I can clearly hear what they both say," Mbah Arni said.

"What do they say, Mom?" ask me with curiosity.

"They invited me to come with them" replied Mbah Arni.

"Keep, what did Mbah Arni say to the two of them? ask Parto.

"I said no, dong" replied Mbah Arni.

"Good, Mbah. That's some kind of genie, huh, I guess? It often bothers people who are sick. We must not be affected by them because age is in the hands of God. Isn't that right, Mbah?" my word.

"Yes right, Le. You two also should not be trapped by the deceit of the jinn, huh? You guys are in constant contact with their lives, so be careful!" mbah Arni.

"Express, Mbah. Thank you" answered both of us.

"Excuse me, here's the hot coffee, Im, To," said bulik while carrying a small tray and putting it on the mini table of Mbah Arni's room.

"Thank you, Bulik. Sorry long time no see. It's fitting to meet even ngerepotin," I cetus.

"Duh, it's okay, Im. You are like someone else. Serving guests is a big reward, huh? Thank goodness Mak Arni can be healed because of prayers from both of you," replied bulik.

"Aamiiin ...," we answered simultaneously.

"Mak, the porridge is eaten, yuk! Let me be the nyapin," said bulik to Mbah Arni.

"Yes right, Mbah. Let the disease soon run away fearing the same porridge," I cetus with emphasis on the syllable 'ur'.

"You're all there, Im. Seeing the many people in this house, I am also happy and surely the disease will disappear by itself. When's your husband coming, Nduk?" mbah Arni.

"I don't understand, Mom. If you go out of town is not necessarily long, two days can also be a week. But I'm sure if Mas knows I haven't come home yet, he'll definitely come here" replied Bulik.

"Well, your husband was like that a long time ago. Too cute with the house guy. It is fortunate that he has a patient wife like you, Nduk." said Mbah Arni with teary eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mom. My work is hard, Mom. Mas Kadung is trusted by his boss to supply goods to all his subscriptions, ranging from inside to outside the city. So, Mas until rarely go home to visit Mak," said bulik with a soft tone.

"Yes, at most he's making money through his cousin Mila. What I need is his presence not his money. Mumpung, I'm still there. Later if I have died, then regret your husband," Mbah Arni said.

"Don't say that, Mommy. Mak must recover, Mak must live long until I and Mas will have another child," said bulik while shedding tears.

Mbah Arni embraced the body of her daughter-in-law who was crying that much.

"No, Nduk. Not only do I want to hold onto my unborn granddaughter, but I also want your missing child a few years ago to be found" Mbah Arni said in tears.

"Yes, Im ... To .... My son went missing a few years ago" replied Bulik still as he pleased.

"Why haven't we heard of it, Bulik? When and where did the child's disappearance occur?" manya curious.

"Lost is a long time ago, Im. We just came here. My son is about three years old. If it's not wrong, you were five years old. Wong, during my homecoming I often took her to Ms. Ningrum's house. You and my son were left to play together. Your faces are a bit alike, lo. Only if you're a boy, if my son's a girl and there's a mole on his left chin. You cook don't remember, Im?" bulik.

I thought for a moment and shook my head.

"No, Bulik. I don't remember" I replied.

"You don't remember, To. You guys used to play three games?" ask bulik again.

Parto thought for a moment, then she said, "I forgot to remember, Bulik. But if it's not wrong, her son's hair is flapping like a guy, huh?"

"It's true, To. His son is like a boy. Wetonnya is indeed weton guy. He he he," said bulik with a laughing expression while crying.

"Kok can be lost, how's the story?" ask Parto.

He wiped his tears, and then he told me.

"Three days after homecoming, a couple came to our contract. Incidentally, a woman was an old friend of my husband when he was living in Jakarta. They said he would stay for three days before continuing to travel to another city. We do not suspect them one bit. We consider them like our own family. Sometimes when I go to the shop, I leave my son to them. My son is very familiar with them. Until the day came, after coming home from the stall I did not see them at home. And their stuff doesn't exist either. My son was also taken by them. I was confused, I ran around looking for my son. But still I did not find. I ran to the pay phone to call my husband's workplace, I told my husband that my son had been taken away by his two friends. At first he did not believe, but when he returned home he saw with his own eyes then he believed. We were hysterical together at the time, too" bulik said.

"Yes Allah ... How big of a paclik friend?" my peek.

"They're not friends, Im. They're demons disguised as friends." chuckled.

"Did Bulik not try to report to the police?" ask again.

"I Im. The police tried to find it, but the results were nil. They've run away like that" replied bulik.

"Oh my God, be patient, Bulik. Hopefully one day Bulik can meet his son," I replied.

"Aamiyin. Thanks for the prayer, Im" said bulik.

"I'm sure your son didn't go far, Nduk" said Mbah Arni.

"Mas has searched all around this district, but there is no Mak. Mas deliberately chose the delivery part, because Mas wanted to work while looking for our lost son. Pray for us, Mother!" bulik.

"Yes, I will pray for you" replied Mbah Arni.

A moment of silence. Our thoughts were all carried away on his bulik son who now had nowhere to be. There was as much as my desire to help her find her missing child, but I was confused as to how to find her. Information about the child is minimal.

When I thought about it all of a sudden, it was like I saw a shadow behind me. I looked back, but there was no one there.

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