SPIRIT AND DEATH

CARRIED

What the hell is going on with me? This pain is excruciating. My body was shaking violently, cold, pain in every joint, that's how I felt.

In my lament I felt like something was flowing slowly from my uppermost body to my lower body. Curious, I saw my body that felt strange.

"Help .... " A moment my eyes grew bigger and my tears were dripping. "Blood .. This is blood .... "

I saw clearly the blood flowing from my arms, my stomach, and my legs, and I even felt the blood coming out of my neck.

The more I looked at it, the more blood flowed to the floor where I was standing.

I am no longer able to support my body.

"Aaaak .. aaaak .. aaak ... "my hysterical cry.

I wanted to lean my body against the wall near where I was standing, but the slippery blood caused me to fall to the ground, my head parallel to the floor, even my cheeks lying in a pool of my own blood.

"What's wrong with me? Who could hurt me? And what's my fault?" I kept asking in my heart while enduring the pain.

This time my mind seemed to drift, I could not remember anyone, I could not remember my mother, I could not remember my father, I could not remember the madam,

I can't remember anything anymore.

Tap, tap, tap, tap ....

I heard footsteps relaxed and slow.

My eyes were fixed on the sound of definite footsteps from the outside of the stairs towards the old barn, that step passed through my right side. All I saw was that his right hand held a machete and his left hand held a small mine rope.

He headed towards the side of the old warehouse, there was a well that became the source of water in this house. It looks like a man, he's doing something there but I can't see to be sure.

I want to scream, whoever it is, help me!

But my mouth is locked. From the tip of his foot I saw the man hitting something hard and hard. He did it over and over again.

"This is my limit .." I said in my heart, I could feel nothing but pain and cold all over my body. From a distance I continued to watch the man, the longer my gaze grew blurred and then disappeared.

*****

"Non, Non, Non Sarah, why is Non sleeping here? Wake up Non, wake up ...!" The sound of the mbok woke me up while shaking my body and I could feel it.

"Si mbok ..." I said in a soft and trembling tone.

"Why sleep here Non? Where his clothes are all wet." said the Mbok while slashing my clothes.

"Wet mbok?" ask me with my eyes closed.

"Yes Non Sarah. "

"Is there a lot of blood?" ask me in a very slow voice.

"Blood, what blood is Non? There's no blood here but the clothes are not all wet."

"But then, there was a lot of blood coming out of my neck, my hands, my stomach, and my legs" I said in a loud but slow voice.

"Nooon .. The Mbok doesn't lie." To convince me the mbok held and raised my hand. "See non ...! No blood, no wounds, nothing. But this is Non's body wet all because of sweat." I watched him and I kept quiet in wonder.

"Come on Non, we better get to the room before anyone sees." said the mbok memapah me with all his might.

"Wake up Non, get up slowly ...!"

Arriving in the room, I felt that my body could not be moved perfectly. "Mbok .." I said with my eyes closed.

"Yes Non, this is the mbok. O Allah Gusti ... conscious non, open his eyes!" said the mbok while rubbing my face with a cloth. Then the mbok also mopped my body and changed my clothes.

"Sorry yes Non, if not immediately replaced can catch a cold" said the mbok while changing my clothes. "This is it, Non Sarah wait here huh! " The mbok took my breakfast, the mbok took care of me.

I tried to open my eyes even if I could see a little. When the mbok returned to the room with breakfast, from under the door I saw a shadow, I felt like someone was spying on me and the mbok. Afraid, I also asked Mbok to continue to accompany me.

"Mboook, if I may ask you for help, please stay here with me" I said, crying because I was still scared.

"But what about the mbok's job?"

"Please Non, don't think about it. Mbok can still continue his work later Non, after Non Sarah is calm and can rest. "

"Thank you mbok .. " said me while holding the hand of the mbok.

"Yes, both are non."

"O yes, when are you going home?"

"Say you may be tomorrow morning Non, but the mbok also do not know for sure. "

"Actually where did Mom go mbok? Why don't you tell me, don't you tell me?"

"If the matter is, the mbok also does not know Non, you should ask the Non himself to the Master. "

"Good mbok .." I said with a long sigh.

After breakfast the Mbok also laid my head on a pillow rather high while massaging my legs, it feels good and comfortable. I also started to get sleepy. "Brought to sleep only if sleepy Non, do not think the assortment ...!" I also closed my eyes and fell asleep.

*****

"Bok, mbok, mboooook, moooooook. " Sounds Dad's scream from outside.

"Yes Mr. .. " said the Mbok while running out to meet Dad.

"Where have you been, how long has it come?" father asked and his loud voice woke me up. I came out of the room but my footsteps stopped when I saw Dad's facial expression. Looks like Dad's really angry. What are they talking about? I murmured in my heart.

"Why can it be so bad? Then how's Sarah doing now?" asked Dad and I began to hear the conversation between Dad and the Mbok.

"Non Sarah is now resting, just sleeping sir."

"And from yesterday I didn't say mbok, take care of the place!" said Dad in a high tone.

"If the Mbok is not strong, ask for help with Mang Antok!"

"I - yes sir sorry ..." said the Mbok in a stammering voice.

"Quickly in the care of the place Mbok, do not let Sarah back to that place again!.

Remember mbok if it happens ...." But Dad hung up his words. "Si mbok must know the consequences." said Dad with a threatening tone and while pointing at the face of the mbok.

"Yes Mr. .. " replied the Mbok while looking down.

I saw Dad so angry and upset that he even threw a vase and kicked a chair. Dad also hit and punched the wall in the living room.

Not satisfied there, Dad went back to his study, and I followed Dad. From the outside I heard Dad screaming loudly and hysterically it seemed like Dad was really angry and unable to control himself.

Every now and then I hear Dad's sobbing cry, then the sound of a powerful kick, a powerful punch, another shout, another punch.

I felt something strange about Dad. I've never seen a Father like this, all this time, for me Dad was kind, gentle, kind, patient, and loving. I've never seen Dad yell let alone get angry.

Are you really experiencing severe depression? Hearts words. Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps getting faster from the direction of Dad's office, I immediately left, not wanting you to know and see me here since.

A few steps Father left his study, I quietly opened the room. Sure enough, everything was scattered, messy, chairs, tables, even Dad's laptop scattered on the floor. I immediately left the room and looked for the Mbok.

I saw the Mbok, the mbok sedamg with Pak Antok Dad driver. It was coming through the back of the house, and I kept looking at it from the window. They entered from the direction of the well door to the old barn.

Mr. Antok swiftly carried a large size board and wood, while the mbok carrying a hammer and bucket seemed to contain nails.

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