Second Eye

Marrying Corpses

"I'm sorry. I just talk what it is. Where are you at school?" asked the man to try to get along.

"In a school not far from here. Find it yourself," said Azzam a little sewot ahead of my answer.

"Wow, this area has many campuses and schools. You have to go to each of those places if you want to be friends with you."

"This is my business card. If you have something to do, you can call at that number" said Azzam, handing over a piece of paper from his wallet.

"Oh, okay. Please enjoy your food. Thank you for taking the time to be my conversation partner here," he said, opening his right palm, as a sign of letting go of the food we ordered.

"Aren't you native to this country?" I'm still not satisfied with the information.

"Well, why?"

"Nothing. You see, it looks a little like the citizens of the country of bamboo curtains there. White skin, narrow eyes, straight black hair," I explained to the physical man who introduced himself named Azril earlier.

"Yes, I have a descendant from there. Descendants of my mother even though my ancestors have long settled in this country. But if papa's real people here."

"Oh that," I said confusedly to begin asking about the figure of the woman.

"Why the hell? Looks like there's still something you're thinking?" tanyanya looked at me in wonder.

"Did you ever feel like someone was following you? Or has anyone been interfering with my sister's life all this time?" I said softly, while glancing at the woman behind Azril.

"Can you see it?" ask brother Azril.

"Don't know if it's being followed?"

"Yes, she's my wife. More precisely, the wife who married me after becoming a corpse," he replied while whispering so that no one would hear but us.

"meaning?" I looked at each other confusedly together with Azzam's sister.

Brother Azril pulled out his chair, to get closer to our table. Along with that, the figure behind him floated up close.

"You can see his figure?" ask again.

"He kept following brother from earlier. Can you see him too?" I said still glancing at the figure.

"I can't see it. But I can feel his presence. Besides, every time you meet someone who has a second eye, you always say that."

"How does the story go, brother can marry her? Did you know before?"

"Name Memey. Hehhhhhhhhh.... When she was alive, she was my lover. We both fell in love, but were not blessed by his parents" Azril told the story.

"Why not be blessed?" I started to want to know.

"Because I come from a simple family, and I don't have a family. My parents died a few years ago, in an accident together. He was born into a rich family."

"Then?"

"He asked me to elope. Just like my parents did before. But I don't want to take the risk, because I've felt the ridicule of many people because of that behavior. I finally cut off our relationship, so I could focus more on finding work."

"Hehh.... Heavy!" my response.

"Yes. It's hard to live like that, because I love him so much. But I don't want to ruin his family relationship, just like my parents' extended family, which I don't even know exists."

Brother Azril again let out a long sigh again while looking down at our table.

"I went all the way to this city, trying to forget the dream of marrying her one day. But....," he explained cut off, while exhaling very hard breath.

"But what?"

"But a few months ago, I was asked to come to his house again. Though I still have not got a job, plus the activities of writing a novel also no one has caught the attention of the publisher at all."

"Yes, I'm just reckless. I had mentally prepared myself to be insulted, as before," the man's expression was very sad.

"What did you do until your family insisted you come there? Duh, come huff-degan be," I said while imagining the incident was in plain sight.

"I feel like I never did anything to Memey. Just love him as sincerely as heart."

"Parent Memey is willing to pay for my travel ticket as well. Actually there is a sense of wonder, so I just follow their will," he continued.

"When you get there, how?" azzam asked, starting to be curious.

"I've been confronted with the fact that Memey has ended his own life by hanging a rope around his neck in the room."

Brother Azril seemed to release the burden by continuing to sigh long. Then go back to the story after looking a little calm.

" Memey wrote a farewell letter. The point is, she just wants to marry me. Don't want to be betrothed by his parents."

"Lha trus, Memey is dead? How to stay married? Why would you want to too?" ask again.

"One if you ask that. He's confused!" chirps sister Azzam.

"Haha.... No really. So Memey's parents asked me to keep marrying his son, so that he would calm down and not bother his family anymore."

"They're bullied?"

"Yes. After his death, he continued to terrorize the people around his residence, including his parents."

When Azril told such a story, I immediately saw the face of Memey who began to grin. Seems unfriendly, and apparent ignorance.

" Sister wants to? "

" They keep pushing me. And holding me accountable for making his son so reckless. They also promised to provide capital for me, in order to open a new business."

"Why are you still looking for work?"

"Yeah... Until now there has been no clarity, until when the capital was given. Even though I already agreed to marry their son's corpse the other day."

"So don't charge him anymore?"

"Leave it. After I got married to Memey's corpse, it felt like there were new ideas coming out of my head. My novel is pretty good too."

During the conversation, Memey showed his pride. And say something we can't digest.

" He must also pay for it, " said Memey with an unsightly smile, as small maggot-like caterpillars began to pop out of his eyelids.

"Did you feel that Memey helped give you that idea?" tanyaku next.

"Maybe too. The solution when writing, sometimes I feel like I can't control myself too much. It was like a dream."

"But after I read it again, the results were great. Memey was a writer who had a name. Then I began to be interested in authorship, because of his invitation as well," explained Azril.

"Oh, okay. What did you feel after that? Looks like big brother looks really skinny, is it because he writes so forget to eat rice?" godaku melted the atmosphere, while searching for other information.

"I was astonished myself. A month ago, I was ideal. Eating is never too late."

"Oh yeah?" I was surprised while thinking about something.

"In fact, you could say my portion of food is more than before. You see, before often deliberately holding hunger when there is no money. But I don't know why, if now every day it feels like losing more than one kilo," said Azril showed his arm that sagged because it lost some of the weight of fat that filled the skin.

" That means now brother is not holding back hunger anymore yes, because it is quite a best-selling novel. "

" Yes just be grateful. Within a month of getting married, even I already had a house even though it was not magnificent. Can win every writing competition I take part in every event."