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Ningsih's Death

“ Not possible..... My son can't possibly die!!!!!!!!!.” Sumi screamed hysterically as the village midwife said her only child who was pregnant died with her granddaughter inside.

Residents whose houses were quite close to each other immediately came in crowds when they heard the screams of the old widow. They could guess that maybe, Ningsih the child who was sick for two months had faced her limit.

“ The patient.. Yes Mbok.... Ningsih is now in pain again. So Mbok Sum must be sincere with the departure of Ningsih.” Said Rista, a woman of Ningsih's age whose house is side by side with Mbok Sum.

“ How can I be sincere, Ris? Ningsih had to experience some undue pain. And now my grandson must also die before he can be born into the world.” Mbok Sum replied as he stroked the beautiful face of his late daughter.

Still remembered Ningsih's remarks last night, making Mbok Sum increasingly distrustful that his daughter had now really died.

FLASHBACK....

“ Mas Pras, why haven't you been home yet, Mom? Ningsih kangen with him, since Ningsih is sick Mas Pras never dengukin Ningsih again.” Said the Son who made Mbok Sum cry in his heart.

The husband of his son had been in an accident outside the city. Prasetyo, the son-in-law who is a building porters must die because the building collapsed due to the earthquake that hit his workplace.

Ningsih who still can not be sincere about the departure of the husband, often speaks slack. He will be angry with his mother if Mbok Sum says that Prasetyo is dead.

At the peak of these two months, Ningsih who was 7 Months pregnant suddenly suffered from severe pain. His face was suddenly as white as a corpse and often vomited blood, making the pregnant woman could no longer afford to just get out of bed.

The mother who could only cry when she saw Ningsih whimpering in pain, had many doctors and also shamans that she brought. But the result remains NIHIL. Ningsih remains an ambent flower (Bed Flower/severely ill person).

Until last night at exactly 12, the child who was sleeping fast suddenly woke Mbok Sum.

“ Mak... please hug Ningsih, Mak. Ningsih wants to sleep hugged Mom.” Pinta Ningsih who was immediately supported by the mother.

“ Mak.... Can't be sad.. Ningsih had a dream that Mas Pras would pick up Ningsih. Very happy, Mother. Ningsih thought Mas Pras had no news because he did not care about Ningsih, it turns out he wanted to give me a surprise.” Ningsih said at length that made Mbok Sum immediately tighten his embrace while crying.

“ Yes Allah... Do not take the lives of my daughter and granddaughter. I'm not ready to be left alone.” Mbok Sum's prayer in his heart.he was really afraid that the dream of the Son was a bad sign for Ningsih who was sick.

“Mak... Can't cry.... Sorry Ningsih who has to join Mas Pras. At that time Ningsih had said that only Ningsih would come to let Gold not be lonely here, but it turns out said Mas Pras Ningsih and Ningsih's children must follow all. Mas Pras may not want to split with his son, huh Mas? Though Ningsih has been begging not to bring a grandson Mother.” Obviously Ningsih who again only received a cry by the Mother.

“ No papa. That is the nature of a wife, Nduk. The important thing now you have to heal yes. ndak can be sick again.” Replied the mother who could not hold back her tears.

Ningsih who heard that could only smile and fall back asleep in the arms of the Mother.

The next day, Mbok Sum panicked when he saw the child had not yet awakened from his sleep. Back and forth he checked his condition, so he had to go to the village midwife who was located quite far from his home. He decided to go to the midwife himself because it was not good for his neighbors who had been repeatedly asked for help.

“ Where's the Night Maid, Ma?.” Ask the Midwife when they have arrived at Mbok Sum's house.

“ Is in his room, Madam Midwife. Let me inter.” Mbok Sum replied that immediately delivered the Midwife into Ningsih's room.

“ Why you, Nduk? Last time you lived well, why are you now like this?.” Said Mbok Sum who was immediately hysterical while hugging his son who was constantly convulsing.

“ Bu... I want to check Mbak Ningsih for a moment yes.” Pinta the Midwife who immediately put down her stethoscope when Ningsih's body stopped shaking. Too late indeed, but he also felt strange with the condition of Ningsih whose ears, mouth and nose continuously bleed.

“ What exactly is this disease? Did Mbak Ningsih get hit by the witch?.” Said Agnes, the midwife in heart.

“ Sorry, Mom. Ma'am Ningsih and the baby are dead. Maybe before this he had suffered from high fever, and also because of the blood that came out continuously. Mbak Ningsih and the baby did not survive.” Said Agnes who immediately embraced Mother Ningsih who was constantly hysterical.

FLASHBACKS OFF....

“ We immediately buried today yes, Ndak good if the corpse left too long.” Ustadz Faiz told Mothers to bathe Ningsih's Body immediately.

Shortly as the Dead Mothers bathed her, the call from inside the bath to Ustadz Faiz sounded quite loud.

“ What Happened, Mrs Rista? Why Mothers call me.” Tanya Ustadz Faiz who just gave the size of the body of the Mayit to the residents who are in charge of digging the grave.

“ It's Ustadz... The blood that came out from Ningsih's face kept coming out. We don't know how to stop his blood.” Replied Rista who was so sad to see the condition of her best friend.

“ Yes I tried help.” Said the Ustadz who directly approached the mayor.

Ustadz Faiz carried the moringa leaves located not far from the bathhouse, he rubbed the leaves that were previously in the crumbs to the blood-splitting part, while continuing to read An-Nas, he continued, the verse of the chair and Alfalaq Ustad Faiz continued to purge the blood that came out. Until after a long time, finally the blood stopped flowing and the Ustadz invited the Mothers to continue bathing Ningsih's body.

After going through a long process, until the afternoon the body of Ningsih only managed to be buried because the Mother asked for help to wait for the Besan who was still on the way.

*******

“ Mr-Bapak later who is part of the first night guard at Ningsih Tomb?.” Ask Mr. RT after the tahlilan event held at Ningsih's house after Maghrib.

“ It should still be run tradition yes, Mr RT?.” Ask Jamil who today is in the first timetable of guarding the Tomb of Ningsih.

“ Yes, Mil. Tradition must continue. We do not want anyway, if Ningsih's body is used as an amulet or tool for black magic.” Answer the RT who understands the unrest of its citizens. It is a tradition from the past, if there are residents who died pregnant must be kept alternately so that no one uses his corpse for the benefit of black magic.

The residents who heard Mr. RT's answer could only nod their heads compactly. They also do not want the body of Ningsih to be a meal of black magic adherents. In addition to pitying the corpse and the elderly Mother, they are also afraid that later the Spirit of Ningsih will sway and disturb them if someone disturbs the corpse.

“ Today Jamil, Rusman, and I will take care first. I go home first change clothes, later promise in T-junction before post patrol ya.” Said the RT which was directly supported by Jamil and Rusman.

“ Waduhh... serem ya Man, where it is now Friday night Kliwon again.” Said Jamil who felt his fur standing when he reached their appointment.

“Hush... Don't think that macem-macem think we're hgeronda again. Yes After all?.” Answer Rusman who tried to think clearly despite the fear hit him.