Short Story (Cerpen)

Retaliation

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Category: Ghost Horror Short story

Title: The revenge

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That afternoon, the rain that collided with the wind hit in a residential area that is considered still livable. Lightning occasionally flashed a growl, dark covering the sky even though the sun was actually still hiding behind it. There is a quiet house with a ceramic and two-story facing the mosque that always has a reverberating activity five times a day. The house was like an uninhabited wasteland, desolate without a sound.

In the upper room there was the sobbing of a woman who was half limp, next to her was a small baby boy covered in fresh blood and covered with a curtain. It seems that the woman had just given birth and no one knew it much less helped her. The woman with a little energy wrapped it with a scraping bag. With a staggering step, he carried a bag containing a human who had just seen the world in front of his front-of-home mosque which happened to be no one and the activities that took place.

'I'm sorry your mother, son.' The woman's whisper was softly accompanied by teardrops mixed with the rain that afternoon. He put the baby right in front of the closed door of the mosque. I hope someone finds it and takes care of it. With lightning, he walked away and returned to his room.

Shortly after the incident, a muezzin who was about to chant the adzan maghrib stepped into the mosque and found a crackle bag in front of the mosque door.

'Based on irresponsible people, put garbage in holy places.' Instantly throw the bag into the trash under the mango tree without knowing what it contains.

'What is Bang Saleh?' Sapa ustadz who is usually a priest when worshippers pray in this place.

'Eh Mr Ustadz, this is you sir, there are people throwing garbage at the door of the mosque, is that a big sin?'

'Have it, don't think badly, let's quickly establish the maghrib prayer.'

'Oh yes, I forgot, let's sir.'

The next morning, the activity began with the sound of swiping brooms with the ground, the boisterous sound of cattle like students in class. There was no long sound of screaming from the trash can around the mosque.

'Please! The bodies!' Shouted the janitor.

Everyone rushed to the place and saw with their own eyes that inside the black crisp bag was a lifeless baby whose body was blue and was being swarmed by flies in the trash it is located under the manga tree in front of the mosque. One of the residents who saw immediately turned to the front house of the mosque and locked himself in a room. She was none other than the mother of that poor baby.

'I'm sorry your mother, my son.' Clutching a pillow, she continued to cry sobbing.

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Mira, a beautiful woman who always changes girlfriends during high school. He always chooses a man who he thinks can satisfy him from every request he makes. When the man is not able, then all that comes out is broken words.

Until one day, he got a lover named Geralds. Handsome and handsome, the dream of every woman. He manages to conquer Mira's heart by granting her every wish. Gold necklaces, cellphones, cosmetic equipment, all filled like a married couple. But Geralds is not a fool, he also asks Mira something. Finally, one day Mira is decided by Geralds because Mira has been pregnant and Geralds does not want to admit it.

For months Mira hid it from her parents and everyone she knew. Although he always went in and followed all the lessons, it did not seem that his stomach would gradually grow. With a slightly loose jacket and shirt, the tactic managed to fool the eyes of friends and family. Geralds had already moved schools for fear that his secret would be exposed. Their show really worked. All know, the school will bring out her students who are pregnant out of wedlock and the future will depend on it all. The pleasures they do for just a moment, the burden of living forever awaits. Because of love and weak faith, life has been torn like razor slashed paper.

A month before the National Examination, all students are busy preparing for their best performance after studying for three years at this beloved alma mater. At that time there was a deepening of the material or extra lessons, Mira asked permission because she was not feeling well. He immediately returned home despite heavy rain on the streets. Coincidentally Mira's parents were working and had not yet returned home, Mira locked herself in the room.

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The incident in front of the mosque has passed, the police surrendered because they did not manage to find the perpetrator. Mr. Shaleh kept his mouth shut and told nothing to the police who were investigating. It became an unsolved mystery story. Gradually, the incident was mossy and stale, no one cared anymore, all thought it was just a mystery, until now no one knew. None but Mira herself.

After the National Examination passed, the announcement of graduation had been scattered everywhere. Welcomed with the announcement of SNMPTN (National Selection of Entry to State Universities) and SBMPTN (Joint Selection for Entry to State Universities). Mira is still safe with secrets buried neatly and deeply beyond the core of the earth. He was accepted into a favorite university. Mira continued her schooling until college and worked as a secretary for a well-known company.

In this company, she meets a man who makes her fall in love. His name is Anton, although he is handsome, his economic condition is not as good as his face. But Mira seems to have lost her ugly nature in High School first. He did not pay attention to how much money owned by men, Finally they married and blessed with a daughter who looks like her mother. The girl was named Sati.

Stepping on SD, Sati became a child who was classified as smart. She was given her own room and a comfortable study room by her parents. He always gets a class champion every semester at his level. Many friends approach Sati because she is a kind, friendly child and always humble to anyone.

One morning during break time, there was a boy who approached Sati who was sitting in the school park alone.

'Hi Sati.'

'Hi too, what's up?'

'I just want to be friends with you.'

'What's your name?'

'Andi, you want to be my friend? Tomorrow I will come again.' The boy said as he walked away leaving Sati confused.

After that incident, the boy always met Sati every day and talked with her. They talk about funny or serious things and talk about stories about old tales. They then become good friends. Andi always told me about the fairy tale that Sati always liked. Here is the story:

In the kingdom there is a princess.

The princess loves the rich prince opposite.

Their relationship produced a baby.

The baby was thrown into the river in a box.

Thought rubbish, the box was burned.

After being scorched, I just found out it was a baby.

Why is the baby so poor. God does not feel sorry for the baby. The Princess and the Prince were punished. Always so said Sati responding to the fairy tale from Andi that she really likes.

After graduating from Elementary School, Sati never met Andi. To get rid of fatigue and longing for Andi, he wrote the fairy tale in his diary. He continued to imagine the face of Andi who always accompanied and entertained Sati in SD first.

One night, Sati fell asleep in her beloved room. He dreamed of meeting and chatting with Andi exactly when SD first. But Andi was not as usual, his face was stiff and pale. He said to Sati.

'You are my best friend, right?' Andi asked with a flat face.

'Y-yes.' Sati replied stumped and a little scared.

'You must obey my will,'

'What's that? What do you want?'

'Your mother is beautiful, but I don't like her. He must be killed.'

'W-what's M-mak-you mean?'

'If you're my best friend, follow me!'

Sati woke up immediately and rubbed her eyes. He just seems to be dreaming. With a long sigh and sigh, he was grateful that it was a dream.

'Sati!' The voice of a familiar man was beside Sati dressed in a neat SD dress and with a pale white face.

'Andi!'

'You're my best friend! You're MY SISTER! Follow your brother's request!'

'What do you mean?'

'That story you like! That daughter is your mother, that baby is me! Please release me Sati!'

Quickly the figure had disappeared. The clock ticks louder as the night progresses. Sati is still bowing listlessly. With a slight weakness, Sati got out of her bed and walked towards her mother's room.

'Mama.' Shouted Sati.

'Dear, what are these nights?' Mira said as she rubbed the eyes of a sleepy sign that opened the door of her room to Sati.

'I want mango Ma.' Said Sati.

'Oh my God, Sati, these nights you ask for mangoes! Tomorrow, will you?'

'Don't want to! Anyway now! I can't sleep Ma.' The Rengek Sati.

'alright.' Mira said lazily and rushed towards the kitchen to skin the manga. Sati followed from behind.

'Take the knife, Sati.' Mira's orders.

Sati picked up a knife in the kitchen instead of immediately giving it to her mother. He plunged the knife into his mother's stomach, as the blood flowed slowly from Mira's stomach. Sati continued by tearing her mother's stomach slowly. Mira could only stare at her son and her stomach was starting to open.

'S-s-s-sa-sa-sati.'

'No, I'm the kid I once threw away! I'm the baby you don't want! I'm here to take revenge! Let me know how much I hurt!'

Mira realizes that Sati never called her 'mother'.

'Now feel the pain of my heart Ma'am, ' With a small smile from the little boy's lips, a knife was stabbed deeply in the chest. Blood splashed against Sati's wall and face.

'I'm sorry Mom, forgive me my sister.' With the knife still in his hand, Sati whose mind had been colonized immediately pulled the knife into his own stomach. In the kitchen, there were two human figures covered in blood.

Sati's diary book that night was blown open by the wind. The page shows the writing of Sati's favorite fairy tale. But the writings increased by themselves.

You already know my secret, now you are my best friend, I am always with you, whenever and wherever.