Lacoon

I'M NOT A TUMBAL - Last

I opened my eyes wide. I see clearly where I am now. This is, this is, the place I dreamed about. Wait, if I'm dreaming, why do I remember that I've been dreaming here. What is?! What really happened.

I struggled, I tried to move my body, but I couldn't. I feel like my body is tied up. But not a single rope binds me. Me, this is why?!

Oh!!

I saw my left side open. The worn-out zinc door at the rust-eating, open-topped door caused friction that caught my attention.

I gleamed when I saw something black coming from behind that door. What'sthat?! Like hair. But who?! I struggled, I wanted to get up and see it. I became afraid of my unfulfilled curiosity.

There was something crawling over the old door leaf. What'sthat?! It's like a fingernail. But black. The longer it looks the longer the long black nails. Waitaminute! it wasn't just his nails. A black hand crept onto the door. Along with that, a head appeared from above the door leaf. He looked like he was peeping full of curiosity. His figure looked extremely tall, his long hair was unraveling in a mess, almost covering his entire face. Looked at those horrible eyes from behind that hair. Red eyes were glaring, with dark skin shattered. The longer, the more clearly I saw that horrible big smile. As if he was satisfied to see me. I was looking at that figure. Landing him out showed a tall thin body that touched the ceiling of the house.

She who?! What kind of creature is that?! Where am I really?!

His smile grew wider and wider. He showed sharp teeth like a saw, which was covered in a thick red liquid dripping from his mouth. The more he came out, the more foul the smell I smelled.

I struggled trying to wake myself up. But I can't. My body that felt in the tie, I could not release with both hands that I could move to the extent of the elbow. There's no rope I can get off. I can't move. Is he safe?! Why me?! Is this a dream?!

I saw the old wooden door open. Enter Bu Ajeng and Pak Bambang with traditional Javanese clothes that Kas. I was confused as to why they were in my dreams. Wait up! Am I dreaming this?! If not, what really happened?!

Look their eyes sharp. They smiled in satisfaction at me. Before long Bi Tumi came carrying a tamber containing frankincense sajen. What'sthat?! Is this real?! So they are rich for adoring?! What is this figure they adore?! But what figure is this?!

I turned my eyes to one and the other. Watch what they do. I'm more sure they worship when Mr. Bambang prostrate with both hands he put on his head. His lips were twitching as if he were reciting a mantra. Every Mr. Bambang blew the smoke of incense in front of him. The figure was increasingly smiling widely approaching towards me.

What's?! What'sthis?!! So I want to make a tumbal?!! Notwithstanding. No!! I don't want to be a mash! I'm not a tumbar. I don't want to!! I don't want to!!!

I stomped my hands where I lay and called my Lord. I don't want to be their victim. I kept fighting and kept fighting.

"Astaghfiullah!!"

"La ilaha!!"

"Allahu Akbar,"

I kept calling that phrase. The more I called out to her, the more I dared to look at the creature. I saw Bu Ajeng and Mr. Bambang spewing thick black blood from his mouth. The creature was slowly entering back into the room that I don't know what the contents in it.

I woke up to the sound of my own hand pounding on my bed. I looked towards the bright window. I was confused by what I had just dreamed. It's like real, but thank God it's just a dream. I try to move my body. It's heavy, it's ants, it's achy.

I grabbed my phone and saw it was 3:47 in the morning. Even dawn has not yet been broken. I was doing my activities as usual. I thought it was all just sleeping flowers. Ahh, at most I only think about what I've been through lately here.

When I lift my clothes on the clothesline. I'm bothered by the stinging stench. What is this bauk?! It was so bad it was poking the nose. I'm trying to find the source of that bauk. I was surprised, when I looked at the roof, it turned out that there was a cat lying on the zinc of my employer's house. The cat looks lifeless. The most surprising thing again. It was the cat that grabbed my food. But how could he rot here. Didn't she just go out last night stealing my food?! Where possible in just 1 night the cat could die and mingle foul like this. It might be a different cat. But look at the kaling she's wearing, exactly the same as the cat. I was astonished at him. With pity, I buried the cat in the front of my master's mansion.

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I'm doing my job as usual. I feel weird about Bi Tumi. He seemed happy to see me, he threw a thin smile and looked in the shade. Not like before. But ...

Why, the attitude of Bu Ajeng and Pak Bambang became jutek with me. Although they still throw a smile, but the look in their eyes shows that smile is a compulsion.

"Tri, you're called Doro. Tell him to face now." Bi Tumi said.

"Jeh, Miss Lek,"

I searched where Bu Ajeng and Pak Bambang were. They were waiting for me on the sofa in front of their room. They looked at me seriously. Did I make a mistake?! But what?! I guess I did my job well.

"Tri, sit down" said Mr. Bambang.

"Jeh, sir."

"Mr, your mother last night. He said you were told to go home. So I'm sorry, Mom and Dad have to get you home."

"Oh,"

"This is your salary. I paid in full. And here's your severance pay." Mr. Bambang put money on me that is not small.

"But Sir,"

"Why? Less?!"

"not Sir. It's a lot,"

"That's salary money and severance. Just take it. Do you want to go home today or tomorrow?"

"Now, sir," I replied hesitantly. "Thank you very much, sir,"

I took the money. Go back to my room and clean up all my stuff. Why didn't Father and Mother call me?! What's the matter exactly?! Don't let me be paired with Supri again. I don't want to be paired.

I went home with a gunda. I was confused by everything I was going through. What's the matter exactly?! Just look later, if I get to the match with Supri or worse. I'm gonna get out of the house.

When I got home, I saw my house locked. I waited on the porch patiently. It's late afternoon, where are you and Mom?! I'm getting worried. No neighbors passed by. What the hell is going on?!

I waited a little while. My mom and dad went home too. If you look, it looks like they're from the paddy field. Mother and Father from a distance greeted me in surprise. I was also amazed by their attitude.

"Oh Allah, Nduk. Why didn't you say you were going home?! What is?! Your boss is on vacation?! How are you going to go home?!" sergeant Mom came over and hugged me.

"Pie Tow Buk?! Said Mr. Bambang, Mother and Father last night ngabarin, tell me to go home,"

"Lho! Why pie tow, Nduk?!" surprised them. "Lha wong HP Bapak aja broken. Yo to Ma'am?"

"O o, Nduk. Wes come on, in the story,"

I went into my house. I pointed at the money Mr. Bambang gave me. I told you what Mr. Bambang said.

"Lho, I don't want to go there, you know," said the father.

"Sir, you didn't make a mistake, did you, Nduk?! You're not making them angry?" ask Mom.

"No, Ma. They're good, never nigger me or anything else,"

"Yo wes if that's it. It's the same as if you were fired well. Bye, you're home. This money is saved for food costs as long as you have not worked," said Mr.

"Jeh, Sir,"

I feel confused. Why does Mr Bambang have to lie?! But I'm relieved, I was fired in a respectful manner.

Walking time, one month at home, I never get a job. Tetiba, I heard some shocking news.

"Tri, didn't you lay down?!" scold my front neighbor.

"Where is Yu" said my mother.

"To Sukiman's house, whose house is on the street. That girl's son. He works where the Sutrisni worked first. Which is a big house. He died falling from the third floor on the birthday of his boss's youngest son, yesterday."

Boss' son?! Klara?!! Wasn't he the birthday of last month?!

I didn't tell my mom and dad about the strange events I had there. But because there have been no brackets for 2 months I heard there have been 2 people who died there. I told everything to my father and mother.

They were so surprised. They're grateful I'm okay. I was constantly reminded to stay close and remember God. We are sure that Allah will always protect his beloved. Let us not be victims. Karna ...

...I'M NOT A TUMBLER...

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