SPIRIT AND DEATH

TWO WORLDS ONE EYE

The morning shines upon the world, but it is for those who live with serenity. For me, the morning is just a time to rest for a while before going through a long and tiring heavy night.

There's something testing my life, that's how I feel. Pain and fear, two words that describe my current feelings.

For me the morning is just a ray of hope, hope to calm down, hope to stretch my body, hope to relax my brain. Uncle, Aunt, I want to go home.

While lying on my bed, I heard a noise outside. I get out of my bed immediately. That's my dad talking to someone on his cell phone.

I immediately approached my father, wanting to know who I was chatting with because my face looked different, his face was so tense. But by the time he realized I was nearby, he immediately hung up his cell phone.

"Call from who? Why do you look so tense and uncomfortable?" I asked while watching my father.

"It's from the mbok's son."

"Why indeed? Is the mbok sick?"

"Not son, not so .." said the father who seemed to hang his words.

"We have to move fast, it's been too long. Don't let anything happen yeah yeah yeah." said Mom while crying and hugging Dad.

"Dad, Mom, what's going on? I'm not a kid who can be fooled anymore."

"This is Sarah, her son called and asked about the situation of the mbok because the mbok had gone three days and three nights not home" explained Dad.

"But Mbok is also not here Sarah, that's the problem." said Mother.

"For so long, the mbok has never been like this son" said the father of the mother's words.

"But yeah, I've been with the mbok a few nights a lot. I even slept with the mbok, ate with the mbok, instead of me ever telling Dad that time." I said firmly.

Dad remembered all my words, but in this house only I've seen the mbok myself. "Look, son, how about you go with Mom and Dad to find the mbok?"

"Yes yeah, I want to."

"First we'll look around this house first."

"May the mbok be okay yeah well" said Mother with teary eyes.

"Yes, I hope."

We were all looking for the Mbok in all the rooms, from the front yard to the back of the house. We also asked the neighbors, but they said they had not seen the Mbok for a long time.

"Dad, where's Mom?" I asked because I didn't see Mom.

"Dad doesn't know Sarah, who's obviously looking for Mbok, just like we're looking for her" said Dad.

Aaaaak, aaaak, aaaaaaaaak, aaaaaaaaak, aaaaa,

aaaaaaac, aaaakkk... Suddenly there was a heavy and powerful scream and roar.

Dad and I immediately looked for the direction of the voice, it seems that the scream came from the room Mbok. We ran straight towards him.

Upon arrival in the Mbok's room, we saw that Mom was already in a bad state. The mother's eyes are upside down and the black part of the mother's eyes are no longer visible.

Not only that, even his hands and feet were stiff and there was a groaning sound from his mouth. "Rubby, ibuuu .... " But I refrained from approaching Mom.

"Yes, sir, what's wrong?"

"Quick find and call smart people! Why this wife? "

I who did not understand anything just fell silent watching Mom like that. Me and Dad didn't approach Mom, Mom was still lying on the floor with her neck strained to raise her head upside down while exposing her face to me and Dad.

Afraid, I hugged Dad's hand tightly.

"Dad, I'm so scared .." I said while hiding my face behind my body.

"Whatever happens, stay here with Sarah's father!" father said as he returned my hand. The 30-minute hose Pak Antok brought smart people to check on Mother's condition, Mbah Anwar his name.

"Bah, help my wife Mbah" said the father in a panicked voice.

Dad walked up to Mbah Anwar intending to help him, but Mbah Anwar asked Dad to stay on his feet with me.

Mbah Anwar is already near Mom's head, by reciting spells I don't understand. Mbah Anwar's voice was very slow at first, but over time the sound became strong even so loud that it began to disturb me the calmness of my ears.

From my door, Father, and Mr. Antok saw Mother floundering like a chicken cut into her neck. Mother is like enduring the pain of the torment of something or someone. But the Mbah kept reciting the spell.

"Aaaaaaaaak, aaaaaaak, aaaaaaak, aaaaaaak, aaaaaaak,

aaaaaaak, aaaaaaak, aaaaaaak, aaaaaaaaak, aaaaaaak, aaaaaaak, aaaaaaaaak, aaaaaaaaak." Mom's cries continued to sound nonstop.

I don't know what happened but suddenly, Mom who was on the floor, quickly floated up to the ceiling of the room. My body is spinning rapidly.

Mbah Anwar is seen removing his belt and moving up and down, Mbah Anwar's movement is very fast.

The mother who seemed to be roaring in pain always looked towards us standing up. With a hoarse voice, an angry tone and a less obvious word the mother said.

"Wicked people must be destroyed, blood paid for with blood, do not let evil be arbitrary, I will bear it, I Yo wis ra-ta-haaannnn (i can't stand it anymore)." Shouting with a loud and stammering voice.

"Aaaaaaaaak, aaaaaaak, aaaaaaak, aaaaaaak, aaaaaaak, aaaaaaak, aaaaaaaaak, aaaaaaaaak." suddenly fresh blood came out of Mom's mouth.

Mbah Anwar continued to recite his mantra quickly and very strongly, not long, about 5 minutes passed by Mother's body again slammed onto the floor and Mother no longer moved, no longer moving, it made Dad panic and I was scared.

I saw Mbah Anwar sitting limp while leaning his body against the wall. Dad ran towards mom, raised mom's head and put it on dad's arm while Mr. Antok ran after Mbah Anwar and questioned his situation.

Dad looks very worried about Mom, he was crying while wiping sweat on Mom's forehead, Dad also wiped the blood around Mom's mouth.

I, now standing at the door of this room alone, my eyes focused on seeing Father, Mother, Mbah Anwar, and Mr. Antok.

The longer I looked at them, the more I felt they were far away, as if there was a distance moving and separating between me and them all.

My body feels cold, then hot, then cold again until my body's feathers stand up and then hot again.

My breath felt tight, from my nose I felt the hot air. I can't feel my body very well. "Dad Ayahhhh Ayaaaaaahhhhhh .... " I kept screaming and then I felt lost.

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