Inherited Blood

Chapter 14 Anger (Part 2)

Mak Nairah went inside the house, Bahar approached.

"Non Kemuning's bath is ready, Mommy." Bahar says.

"Where is Kemuning?" ask Mak Nairah.

"There's in his room "

"Take him to the bathroom."

"Yes, Mommy." Bahar nodded obediently, then stepped towards Kemuning's room. Meanwhile, Mak Naira headed towards the back of the house. Mak Nairah house is quite spacious, the back there is a special room for bathing. The room was commonly used for bathing rituals of the guests who came to him. Mak Nairah stared at the wooden bed that was lined with a bed, like a mattress in a hospital. The mattress will not get wet, if the child is bathed there.

Ahhhhh, Kemuning dear, usually this place is for people ritual. Now, Mamak has to do it to you.

Inner Mak Nairah said, her breathing sighs sadly. Not long after, Bahar who was sturdy and tall came. The cold-faced man carried the body of Kemuning. Slowly and carefully, Bahar placed Kemuning's body in the bed.

"Have you prepared sajen?" ask Mak Nairah.

"Udah, Mom. I put it in my bedroom." Bahar nodded.

"Thank you, Bahar."

"Yes, Mommy." Bahar's hands are on his chest.

"Now, you go to the city. Buy the ingredients for the drug Kemuning." Mak Nairah took the money out of the pocket, then handed it to Bahar.

"Yes, Mommy." Bahar took the money, then stepped out of the room.

Mak Nairah sat on the chair beside Kemuning. Slowly, Mak Nairah opened the dress worn by Kemuning. Her son's favorite dress to wear for the first time, for the sake of going to the city with the young loved ones. The shadow as Kemuning shows the dress is back.

"Maaaak, this gorgeous dress?" Kemuning appeared in Mak Nairah's room, with a beautiful dress wrapped in a body.

Mak Nairah stared stunned. Very pretty girl.

"Yes, pretty." reply Mak Nairah flat. Then he went back to his job, folded his clothes. Seeing his mother's reaction, Kemuning's face pouted and lowered his head. He knew his mother would not let him go into town.

Seeing his son like that, Mak Nairah sighed, then got up and smiled.

"Mama's son, any dress must be beautiful." Mak Nairah praised, then hugged Kemuning, stroking her hair. Hearing his mother's words, Kemuning's face was seen sumringah, his mother's embrace was returned tightly.

Mak Nairah's memories of the past came to a halt, when she realized her tears were rushing. Tears, with sleeves.

"You wear anything pretty, son. At that time, I didn't like you wearing this dress. Because, you're wearing it to go with Malik." Mak Nairah put the dress on the floor. Then, undress in Kemuning, "Mamak, will forbid you, do not go to the city with Malik. If only a walk around the village, mamak never forbid. Mamak feeling never wrong, mamak can feel the danger will come to you, if out far from the village. Because, after crossing the village border, mamak is unable to look after you." Mak Nairah put the clothes in Kemuning on the dress, "Now, Mamak maraaaah, mad at Malik! But, what can Mamak do? Mamak couldn't hurt her, while she was like that." Mak Nairah breathed a heavy sigh.

With the love of a mother, Mak Nairah bathes her child. Water many times, then soothe it. After feeling his son was clean enough, he took a bucket of water beside various flowers and leaves. Before sending him his entire body Kemuning, Mak Nairah closed her eyes, then her mouth read a spell.

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Bahar got off the pick up car. In his hand was a big plastic. His steps firmly entered the house, after being inside, he went straight to Kemuning's room. He was sure that his master would be there. Bahar knocked on the door.

Tok tok...

Bahar waited, a moment later a voice sounded.

"Come in, Bahar." Mak Nairah's voice sounded.

Bahar opened the door, then stepped in and approached Mak Nairah who was combing Kemuning's hair.

"All the messages are complete, Mother. I looked for it in three places." Bahar reported, at the same time handed the package to Mak Nairah who was sitting on the chair, while Kemuning sat in front of him.

"Yes, thank you." Mak Nairah took the package and placed it on her lap. Then, back combing Kemuning, "I prepare first comb the hair Kemuning. After this, you help me prepare the ritual."

"Did you see Kemuning, Bahar? She's still pretty, right?" mak Nairah asked, glancing at Bahar's eyes.

"Yes, Mommy." Bahar who stood up nodded

"You've been looking, how's Malik doing?" Mak Nairah asked.

"Udah, Mom. I went to the hospital and asked the doctor who treated him. The doctor said Malik's condition was starting to improve. In a few more days, he'll be awake."

Bahar's speech stopped Mak Nairah's hand, which would bind Kemuning's hair.

"If he regains consciousness, that's not long, he'll be cured." Mak Nairah said, Bahar just kept quiet, "He'll be healed, right, Bahar?"

"Yes, Mommy."Bahar nodded.

"He can heal, but what about my son?" Mak Nairah said sadly, "Should, he's like Kemuning. I don't want him alive, while my son is like this." Mak Nairah hissing.

"What should I do, Mother? Do I have to kill him?" ask Bahar. Mak Nairah did not reply, "Whatever you ask me to do, I will do" Bahar said.

"No, you don't have to kill him. I need Malik alive. His life can be exchanged, with the life of Kemuning." Mak Nairah finished tying Kemuning's hair, "You remember the late Kamal Abidin?" ask Mak Nairah.

Bahar tried to remember and his head nodded, after the face of the old man named Kamal was present at a glance in his memory.

"Yes, Mom. I remember, he used to be a shaman in this village."

"Before, before I got wangsit from the ancestors and became a shaman. Kamal has become a shaman here. It's just, he's a white-flow shaman. He died leaving a daughter. The daughter who inherited goib's blood. Blood that can raise people from the dead."

"Where is his son now, Mommy?"

"Some say, Kamal sent his son to the city with his wife, before his death. Kamal does not want his son to be the target of shamans and supernatural beings who want his blood and body."

Mak Nairah took a long cloth and bandaged the body of Kemuning.

"You sat here first, son? Mama's gonna get you some medicine ready." Mak Nairah said. Sitting position Kemuning right in front of the window, so that if anyone sees, the person must think Kemuning, was sitting enjoying the view at night.

Mak Nairah stepped out of the room followed by Bahar. They walked towards the ritual room that was in the living room. After being in the ritual room, Mak Nairah sat down in front of a long table, while Bahar sat opposite her. The ritual equipment had been arranged on the table, about two meters long. Incense had been lit up in his place of burning. Mak Nairah sows frankincense, until the whole room smells of frankincense. He took several types and colors of flowers, then sown around the incense burning place. Mak Nairah's eyes were closed, her mouth was reciting a spell. Not long after, his eyes opened and glared. His body trembled violently making the table and the place he was sitting on also tremble.

Mak Nairah's body continued to tremble, Bahar who saw instantly closed her eyes and her mouth was reciting a spell. Not long after, Bahar reached out both hands, then jerked both palms into Mak Nairah's chest. Mak Nairah's body jolted backwards and fell down. Bahar immediately got up and helped Mak Nairah to wake up.

"Sorry, Mommy." Bahar said, Mak Nairah brushed Bahar's hand away.

"No, let me wake up myself." Mak Nairah got up, then walked back to the ritual table, after sitting down she looked at Bahar who again sat in front of her, "My ancestor's spirit came. His arrival carried a powerful aura. I can't help it. Fortunately, you acted immediately. Thank you." Thank you." Mak Nairah said.

"Yes, Mommy." Bahar nodded.

"I must give a tumbar to the ancestors. Can you help me?"

"Can, Mom. What you need."

"We have to provide the blood of the girl who just got her period. Just a little, but even a little, we can't just ask. We have to do it secretly. You're willing, Bahar?"

"Calculate, Mother."

"Thank you, Bahar. Now, you can get out." Mak Nairah said.

Bahar got up and stepped out of the room. He would do whatever his master ordered, though he was astonished.

Why should his employer give a tumbar?

Before closing the door, Bahar saw Mak Nairah who was drinking a glass of fresh blood. The blood Bahar provided from three black chickens.