Lukaku Paid by Yourself

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Azka walked through a forest that was very lush with trees. Her footsteps were shaken when she received rejection from women who she always considered as a home to complain. Azka even loved Mbok Darmi as much as he loved his own mother. But Mbok Darmi who is always thought of a criminal by the surrounding waga is actually soft-hearted and understanding.

He did not want if Azka's spirit was not calm like this with a heart that still holds grudges and anger at his wife and Fahmi. Mbok Darmi does have to know someone who will die even dead. But he was quite surprised and sad when he knew the death of Azka from the figure who had often accompanied him.

"I am right now alone. I don't even have someone to complain about after becoming a ghost. All of this was the mother's fault that had the heart to separate me from Naisila. If only mother would accept him to be a son-in-law, then I would now be living happily with a woman who is obviously the suit I love"

"Naura, the mother's chosen girl is none other than one of the mura**n women! that woman has ruined my pride as a man and she has participated in my disappearance. Really, I really wanted to tear off the woman's sweet mouth" Azka said furiously.

He walked quickly to the river where his body was found.

It has been almost four days, now he holds the status of a spirit. However, the killer was still able to roam around and could still laugh loosely after everything happened. Azka's heart really hurt when remembering all the romantic moments that he often did on the basis of coercion with Naura. Azka really did not think that his wife could conceive the child of a married man.

"You've gone to Ra! you even had the heart to do this to me who was obviously trying to be a good husband to you. I was even very happy when I found out your pregnancy because I thought the seeds growing in your womb were mine. But, you're evil Ra! you had the heart to cheat with that wedge guy**n!"

Fahmi throws some pebbles right into the river in front of him. That was the only way he could do right now to temper all the rage that was neatly stored in his heart. For some reason Naura could do this to Azka even though Azka had been trying her hardest to love Naura and treat her like a wife. It's just that Azka Lun realized that he rarely spent time or night with Naura until maybe the wife who felt lonely looking for warmth from other men.

Azka who was still pensive began to realize that there was a female figure who was now watching him from a considerable distance. However, Azka who was still very upset did not care about the presence of the figure and now enjoys his solitude in the tree.

"I know you want to tell me something!" said Azka a little loudly.

Slowly the land of the female figure that was far enough away now began to approach and even began to show its true form just below the tree where Azka was sitting. The woman was none other than Sri. Naisila's best friend and ghost who came to the location where Azka's body was found.

"I don't think you'll be able to see me" Sri laughed loudly but did not scare Azka.

"Why do you want to see me, huh? do you want to be friends with me and share your sad story?" azka replied as if mocking.

The man was not interested in befriending other spirits because he was now focusing on the revenge he wanted to finish.

Just contact with the words of Sri immediately made Azka rise and curious about the results of her death. Great hope from Azka on the police to follow up the case of his death which is certainly not reasonable. Azka even wanted to go to her mother just to say that she had been killed by Naura instead of committing suicide. It's just that Azka forgot the road to her own house because somehow after her death some of the memories in her memory had just disappeared.

"How do you know, tomorrow is my funeral? did you meet my family?" ask Azka curiously.

Sri just laughed loudly chiming in on the question of the man who clearly ignored her. Sri deliberately wants to make anger and revenge on Azka day even more passionate because now Sri is very happy with revenge from the spirit of the spirit who died because of being killed.

"There's nothing I don't know about you Azka. And I just want to help my friend"

"I'm not your friend and I just met you this time. You think I'm tempted by a spirit like you, huh? that's right" Azka clucked.

The man thinks that Sri is a ghostly figure that is as central as the story he had heard in his lifetime.

"You mistook me for Azka. I'm here to tell you just because I want to help Naisila kill that waji**n! after my death, all I thought about was how to avenge the pain I suffered when death came to me by a hearty ibli* like Fahmi! I don't intend to approach you much less want you. If it wasn't for Naisila, I wouldn't have come and worked with you"

Sri's words about Naisila succeeded in making Azka silent. He did not know that Naisila had friends in his world now considering yesterday when Azka met Naisila, his figure just sat pensively alone.

"Then do you know who my body will be buried from tomorrow? please tell me"

"Geek! now you're begging me to tell you"

"Hmh tell me where my body will be buried tomorrow! I just want to see who will come to where I am buried and I want to see the face of the face of the ibl* that has taken my life. I want to know how the police acted on my death. Whether they hold Naura and Fahmi or not"

Sri sighed. He looked at the exact reflection of moonlight on the very calm river water. His gaze was empty and began to say all the things to Azka who was still the same as her position sitting on the tree.

"I've been a curious spirit long enough in this village. And when I was alive, I met you and Naisila at the market first. At that time I did not think that now we will be reunited in the same form, namely as spirits. It's just why our destiny ended up this tragic. Yesterday when I went to the wall where my son was buried, I accidentally met an old woman who I believed was your mother. I knew she was a rich woman and could be seen from her appearance. Her swollen eyes and lethargic face were seen by anyone. At that time your mother said that her only child, Azka, will be buried in a Cambodian cemetery tomorrow. And at that time he was with a young woman with a large stomach was walking towards the village head's house. They said that tomorrow your body will be buried immediately after the ambulance carrying your body arrives at the burial site"