Second Eye

Ncus Gossip

"Astaghfirullahaladzim," we answered together in increasing shock, hearing the reality that Martha explained.

"Indeed my foster parents better get the accident. Before he had time to taste the unclean stuff that is very disgusting," said Martha again venting annoyance, while glaring at the ceiling of the room.

"Istighfar, please forgive Allah. This is his destiny. And you pray enough for them to be forgiven for their sins" I said, trying to calm Martha again.

"Yes, you're right. After all, they've been meeting my needs all along. Though not very affectionate towards me."

"Martha, if they weren't dear, you would have been returned to the orphanage. So be grateful that they have been taking care of you all this time" said Ms. Nuri approaching, and stroked Martha's head which began to shed tears.

"They just take care of the material. It was my babysitter who really loved me all this time. Only he cares, hik..," cried Martha.

"After this matter is over, I'll take you to find your nanny. So that you can meet," promised Ms. Nuri.

"Thank you, Mom. Other than my nanny, it turns out that there are good people around me. Who cares about my whereabouts."

"If you can be kind, the people around you will do the same. So start with yourself first, before asking others to understand you," advises Miss Nuri for all of us.

"Please teach to be better," said Martha replied to Nuri's embrace in front of us.

"God willing. The key is only of your own volition," said Ms. Nuri again.

The atmosphere in this room was starting to feel sad again. But I remember, there was a mystery around Mr. Malik's house that I did not know.

"Eh, what's that truss in the back garden? Why is it also fitting we just arrived in this village, many figures of expressionless women who lined the highway before going to the house of Bu Nuri? Stamp in the dream anyway," I asked answered the headband by everyone.

"Yeah...., why don't you ask me anyway?" the word Ncus just appeared suddenly, while playing his long, black and dull fingernails.

"Indeed Ncus knows?" my question was a little bit of puffing, making Miss Nuri and Martha confused because they could not feel the presence of Ncus around us.

But after being explained by Yumna, they finally understood that there was an invisible figure.

"That's it....Ncus kan abis ngrumpi same socialite this village. So a little know, what else hits here."

"Yes my. Satan also has a socialite gang apparently," said brother Azzam bobbing his head, while smiling amusedly imagining himself.

"Here you go, let's tell you what the rumors are," said Yumna impatiently.

"So, the mound of earth in the abandoned garden, is the tomb of the bodies of the women who became their victims. Who died of cold and hunger, for being left naked in a place of worship. With the excuse of being a tumbler for his pet genie satisfier."

"And the figure you saw lined up expressionlessly, it was because half his soul had already been locked up in a puppet. So as not to terrorize people including them" he continued.

"Trus, the next day how did the figure of a young woman who was made into the collision of Mr Malik?" I asked to remember the previous events.

"That's because their souls are already fully included in the puppet. So when you break his head, his soul can go straight out to attack together."

"Ooohh."

"Sstt..... There were more rumors about them," Ncus said slightly whispering.

"Why whisper anyway?"

"Let's not disturb other patients who are resting."

"Wouldn't everyone hear you talk?"

"Yes too? Forgetting that I'm not human, he.

"What's the additional gossip?" ask Yumna.

"Actually, Nabila is not the son of Mr. Malik. Except the son of one of their guards."

"Lha yes, because Mr. Malik is barren. Can't have kids. Hence Malik ma'am was whispered while sleeping, the same genie to hook up with one of his guards. Unbeknownst to her husband."

"Why would Malik?" ask Yumna.

"Yes glad he is. The guard is more powerful as well. Besides, the genie said it was one of the conditions. And Malik did not need to worry, because the child who was born later remained the child of her husband" explained Ncus again.

"That means Malik's mom was tricked as well as a genie?"

"Yes, that's their job. The genie said that if her husband's seed had been deposited through his guard. But don't let her husband know it all, as one of the conditions of their ritual."

"What is their fate now? If Malik and Nabila find out, what will happen next?" mumbling Yumna himself.

"Let's go there. Let's clearly see their situation" I said.

"Yes, go! So that you don't hunt later in the afternoon" said Azzam.

"You guys go there by yourself, isn't it? I want to accompany Martha here" replied Ms. Nuri.

"Yes, it's better if Martha is there to take care. Yes, we went to the police station first," I agreed.

We all got in Rey's car again. To the place we planned. After a short stop by a small restaurant, to fill our stomachs and fulfill our obligations. Kneel to the Divine.

Time keeps passing. Until finally we arrive to meet Mr. Malik and all those involved in the action.

But until there, Malik continued to fumble. Admitting all the mistakes, but in a tone like an insane person.

Mr. Malik, just sitting in the corner of the room. Silence remained motionless for a few seconds, but then screamed in fear.

Seeing the apparitions of the girl he had made the collision. Continues to terrorize invisibly. Until everyone thought he was crazy, just like his wife.

Nabila, he still likes to lock himself in the treatment room. With the supervision of a psychiatrist, he still gets care.

A few days later, our time in this village was only spent on wara - wiri to hospitals and police stations. In order to give information that I and Yumna experienced the other day.

After almost the completion of all the investigation process, cousin Nuri who is a police officer kept his promise. Asking me to burn the rites of Mr. Malik and his wife. After he gathered it in the back garden of Yumna's former house. After the isya' time we have passed, by carrying out the obligations as usual.

"Thank you," a simple voice sounded from behind us.

It turned out to be a group of young girls smiling towards us. Waving hands, though not everyone understands. Especially the police who are still accompanying.

****

This morning we picked up Martha, who was discharged from the hospital. And as per the initial agreement, she will stay with Miss Nuri.

On this very day, after taking Martha to Nuri's house, we also prepared to return to the city. Because tomorrow has to do campus activities as before.

"Because it was quite noon, and our vacation was almost over, we beg you to say goodbye to return. And sorry, because it's a lot of trouble Miss Nuri," said Yumna representing, before returning to the city again.

"Absolutely not a hassle. I should be the one to thank. You have revealed the truth in this village" replied the friendly woman.

"Oh yes, my cousin who the police said, if Mr. Malik and his wife are both crazy at this time. They are exiled to a mental hospital, which is located on a small island with other dangerous prisoners. It looks like, a lifetime of punishment that they will receive later," he continued.

"Thank God, so there's no more Anjani. Thank you very much for all your help. Until it almost cost Aish and Yumna lives as well" said Martha.

"For us, sacrifices must be made for friendship" I said, holding Yumna and Martha together.

"Yes, let's go back. Let it not be too late," said Azzam, making us immediately rush to the car parked under the mango tree.