Mystery of Coastal Village

Chapter 66. Oddities In Bu Langsa's Kitchen

How have all the citizens been informed?" asked Mr. Amir to one of the residents he was assigned earlier to provide information on the death of Ms. Langsa. Beside him were some people who looked to be teaching.

"Most of the residents already know sir and they are many who come after Princess Bu Langsa and some of them I have told. However, still I still ask a citizen to report through toa mushalla so that information reaches all the people in this Kenanga village."

"Good now you and the others please bring all the necessities of the corpse!"

"Good Sir."

Just now that the man was about to leave the house of Bu Langsa came a resident who carried the eldest daughter of Bu Langsa.

"Wah Neng Nirmala survived," said the man made all residents who still survive in Pak Langsa's house immediately turned to the front of the house.

They welcomed Nirmala's arrival with a smile on her lips.

"Alhamdulillah it turns out that Eneng can be saved," said one resident with a feeling of gratitude.

However, not lasting, the pleasure of the residents who saw Nirmala returned safely finally grieved again when they saw other residents running around carrying the body of the daughter of Bu Langsa in tears. Followed behind him other residents who look not much different from the man who carries the child's body. All the people behind him looked very sad.

"What's wrong, why are you crying? Why are you all sad? Did something happen to Neng Ningsih? ask a mother who approached the father who carried Nengsih and brought him into the house.

"Pardon us all who can't save the youngest daughter of Bu Langsa and it's with a heavy heart I'm telling you that Neng Ningsih is dead," said the man who carried Ningsih's body with regret for not being able to save the girl on that one even though according to the views of the residents in the family Bu Langsa Ningsih is the most socialized to the community. The girl always looked cheerful and liked to help.

Hearing his sister who was also dead, the Nirmala broke. The girl cried bitterly beside her late mother and sister.

"Prophey Neng Nirmala, maybe God loves both more so call your sister and mother first." a mother without stroking Nirmala's back to give peace to the girl.

"If my mother and sister leave I'll stay with who's Mom? I can't live without them, hyx, hyx, hyx." Nirmala kept crying.

"Let's be calm there are all of us here, we will all take care of Nirmala" said another resident.

"If necessary you can also stay with the Princess at the mother's house." Ms. Hasan offered herself.

"Thank you all for being kind and even helping the Nirmala family, but Nirmala wants to ask if any of you know the whereabouts of Nirmala's father?" nirmala asked puzzled because she had never seen her father's face.

Mr. Hasan shook his head at the omens forbidding everyone to explain about his father because Nirmala is currently sad and not good adds to his sadness.

"We don't know" replied Mr. Amir and Mr. Hasan nodded.

We haven't seen your father since this afternoon. Arriving at the burning petis factory we never saw your father and we all actually wondered where your father was so that he did not have time to look at the fire petis factory" continued another resident.

Nirmala looked pondering, everyone looked at her with pity.

"How are the equipment ready? The mortuary, the shroud, and everything ready?" asked Mr. Amir to break the silence in the house.

A resident looked out of the house and it turned out that there were already many residents who came to bring the necessary items for the corpse.

"It looks like all the tools have come sir just prepare the place. However, the problem here is that no one wants to dig a grave in the middle of the night like this. They said they were afraid because the kuntilanak threatened to kill the people who had dared to attack the kuntilanak earlier with stones."

"Alright then we bury Bu Langsa and Neng Ningsih after morning. Now let's just get the bath veil ready and all that stuff."

"Good Sir."

That night the people split the tasks. Some allow bathing places, some measure corpses, others measure bodies, there are those who measure the shroud and some who prepare food in the kitchen and there are also those who roast the flowers and pandan leaves to be clad on the corpse coffin later. The heaviest is the one that keeps the body from being jumped by a cat because according to the myth that was in the village when there was a corpse jumped by a cat then the corpse will wake up and will stick to the whatever is in front of him. It would be troublesome for the people who are still alive and worse if the one in front of him is a human. I could be angry at the people in that place.

Ting-ting, ting-ting, ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting.

The sound of a spoon clashing with a plate. At first it sounded soft and weak, but over time the sound became loud and the tempo grew faster. The people in charge of the kitchen looked at each other because no one touched the equipment why it could make a sound.

At the sight of the self-moving spoon, the women in charge of cooking in the kitchen shouted and immediately ran out of the house.

"What is this, why is Miss Langsa's kitchen so weird?" ask the people to the other people.

Seriate.