IRENG NIRMALA CANTILE

Part 35: Dead Suri

Martono's death made all the residents in the village became concerned, just waiting for their turn. Not to mention what happened to Mira teenage girl who can only lie down with pus wounds and ulcers all over her body.Not to mention the incident –other strange events. Residents and RT sir gathered at the meeting to discuss this precarious issue that continues to take its toll.

“Wes pack burn wae omahe”(Already pack burn only his house) chirps mitro

“Iyo I agree”(almost all citizens in unison)

“Opo your crew kabeh rak iling disaster iki diwiwiti soko matie Nirmala?(Don't you all remember this disaster beginning with Nirmala's death)

All were speechless to the words of RT sir, taka da who dared to comment. They regretted the rashness they did by burning Nirmala alive.

“I understand carane”(I know how) said a young man who had just come with a backpack on his back wrapped in a jacket with his face down, the voice of the young man was very cold and flat.

“Awakmu sopo, mas?”(Who are you) asked RT sir. Everyone who was gathered in the meeting turned to the young man.

“Pras” said the young man mentioned his name, which suddenly made all residents shocked to hear it. Pras was one of the young men who was hit by the cantilevered Ireng Nirmala, but they knew that Pras had died even some residents who were in the meeting who participated in the funeral process pras. Then how can pras be here now.

Silence, that's what's happening now. Some residents felt his body goosebumps as he stared at the pale face of pras like mayit but the body odor of pras was like the smell of kasturi oil.

“Pras??? How iso your crew u-“(Pras?? How can you hi-) said pack RT choked when the hand pras signal to stop.

“Pagerano deso iki ambek pring yellow”(Pageri of this village with yellow bamboo) after saying that pras go away just like that.

“Sesok podo karo wektu iki I teko maneh”(Tomped like the time now I come again). All those present there were only gawking in disbelief, the person who was clearly dead could live again.

The next day RT sir and all the citizens of the crowd planted their village with yellow bamboo in accordance with what was requested by pras.Takal Pras presence suddenly and mysteriously became the conversation of the citizens.

“Your wak ever corrupted the term torpor?”(Have you ever heard of the term torpor?)

“Sak retiku ya kang, yen torpor dead yen majite durung dipendem, lha iki I dewe me mendemke majore pras”(Tahuku ya mas, if torpor if the body has not been buried, I'm the one who buried her body pras)

“wes ngene wae kanggo mastikke miko wake dewe maring graveyard pras”(it's been this way to make sure later we all go to his grave pras)

The sons, Hasan and Mitro went to Pras's tomb to relieve their sense of tension. Is it true to live again. Arriving buried taka da odd with the tomb pras, all is still fine taka da former excavation or signs of life is already dead.

“Rak onok opo-opo kang, graveyard ijeh utoh”(There is nothing mas, the grave is still intact) Said the son

“kepriye yen disassembled wae”(How about disassembled only) chirps cotro

“Cocote wants to talk lightly so”(Mouth when talking lightly)

“Nanging I agree kang Mitro proposal, ben iso mastikke yen mayite Pras orak ono sing nyolong”(But I agree mas Mitro proposal, and, let's make sure if the body pras no one steals) said the son

Finally Hasan could only resignedly follow the crazy idea of Mitro and son. The three of them together dismantled pras' tomb, but the three of them saw with their own eyes pras's corpse was still sound asleep there.

At the meeting hall, Mr. RT and other residents gathered waiting for the presence of pras. Sure enough at the same time pras came to meet them without direction unknown to anyone, there was not a word that pras said he just smiled, he just smiled, an extremely terrifying smile with his cold gaze and pale face. The smile was intended for the son, hasan and mitro as if Pras knew what they had done. Pras then left.

After a few months from the return of the pras in the village, the village was calm again no more terror from Nirmala. And no longer a person who is brave or curious about the house Catra again, better not to tease than what has calmed back shook.

All the citizens returned to their usual activities, and they were no longer talking about Nirmala. They agreed to no longer open the dark story. When a woman, a beautiful barreling greet kindly towards some people who are sitting enjoying coffee at the shop Bu Nah. Bak was struck by lightning in the middle of the room the woman was someone they all knew.