SPIRIT AND DEATH

THRENOS

The departure of the Mbok left a deep wound for me, here the Mbok is the person who often accompanies me. Coupled with the death of the Mbok who left a mystery and question mark made me even more unsettled.

This afternoon Mbok's body was returned to his home, Dad was so busy preparing all his affairs including affairs with the police. While she was still lying limp in her room.

Mbah Anwar has also been escorted home by Mr. Anton and I am still unable to move to help Dad or do anything to help him.

It felt like my whole body was crushed and crushed, my stomach was bloated, my nose and eyes were hot, my ears were so cool, it seemed like I was going to have a severe fever at the moment.

Tok tok tok tok tok tok tok tok tok tok tok

"Sarah, you're in, son? How are you sarah?"

"I feel very weak well, my whole body hurts." I said while shedding tears.

"If you don't want to come, you can just stay at home with Mom son." said Dad while rubbing my hair.

Father, after today's incident I am more uncomfortable at home, I said in my heart. "No, well, I'd like to come along, but what about Mom?"

"Mother stays home, mother is still weak."

I was thinking of going back to Mbok's house or staying at home with Mom. " But yeah, is it good to leave Mom home alone?"

"No son, just relax. I've asked the neighbors to accompany your mother."

"Thank God then."

"Maybe this is also a good start for your mother, all this time your mother is not getting along with the neighbors around here, maybe after this incident your mother can be more socialized with the neighbors all."

"Yes yeah." I said while nodding my head. " I'm getting ready first yeah yeah."

"Good son, I'll wait outside."

I also prepared to take the Mbok to his house. Today was very crowded, police everywhere, neighbors gathered, maybe Uncle and Bibik will also come, my hope.

"Sarah let's go fast! "

"Yes yeah ...." I got in the car and we went to take the body of Mbok to his house to be bathed and worshiped.

Along the way I heard the sound of little children playing around me. I watched him but there was no one, even in the car it was just me and my father. But their voices are very clear even though they sometimes disappear like the wind.

We arrived at the funeral home, the sad atmosphere was clearly enveloping the Mbok family who did not expect that the Mbok would leave in this way and circumstances. but none of them blamed Dad for this tragedy.

For them, all this time Dad and his family are good employers and care for the Mbok, so the Mbok wants to serve this family even though the age of the Mbok is no longer young.

They argue that Mbok's death was purely an accident, as well as what my father told me.

Mbok's body has been lowered and placed in the middle room. One by one the family members touched her and cried, making my tears unstoppable.

I was sitting not far from the corpse of the Mbok, precisely beside the mbok and I saw the father was so busy moving around, taking care of the needs to bathe and mbok.

I can see how Daddy loves the Mbok. Every now and then Dad turned to look at Mnok and ducked back to remove his heart wound while taking a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I sat quietly near the Mbok, people passing nearby. Actually here the atmosphere is crowded but somehow over time I feel the Susan became quiet, over time the people around here reduced, reduced, reduced, even disappeared.

Like 'EM, "THERE'S ONLY ME AND THE MBOK IN THIS ROOM".

Right now, I feel a very lonely atmosphere. As if there really was no one here, I felt so strange that it made me stand up and pay attention to my surroundings.

Why is it like this? What's the matter? I asked in my heart and this situation made my heart start beating fast.

Besides, I sensed that someone was standing right behind me. I don't know why my mind was only pointing at the corpse of the Mbok.

Is it possible that the madam is behind me? My heart says, this is a silly thought Sarah, where maybe the dead can come back to life. No no no no, this is impossible. I shook my head, my chest was getting tight and heavy.

Once again, I tried to divert my mind but the sound of the water droplets was very real. I lifted my head again and opened my eyes wide to see the people who had looked a lot around me, but how could everything possibly disappear, this made me panic.

I tried to move my legs but could not, the shadow was getting closer, I could feel it, getting closer as if it was almost touching me. No, why is that Mbok scaring me? What's my fault mbok? I said in my heart.

A pair of hands touched my shoulders, I was trembling in fear. "Sarah ...." That's Dad's voice. When I heard Dad's voice, suddenly the atmosphere became crowded and normal again.

"Sarah, why are you son?" father asked while removing the cold sweat that passed through my forehead to my cheeks with his hands.

"Dad ..." I said while crying

"Why are you standing? Don't dream Sarah! Not okay. We're faced with a dead body right now, okay?" dad said while looking at me.

Standing up, even though I was sitting near the Mbok. How could I not be aware when I stood up? Say my heart while watching my body stand near the corpse of the Mbok. "I don't know yeah ..." I said while looking down.

"Yes already, then I stay first son. If you're tired you can hitchhike in your room to rest" he said, then Dad walked away from me.

I sat back near the Mbok with the girls. Although many, my eyes are only always fixed on the corpse of the Mbok.

I don't know why, but it seems I'm the only one who feels that the death of the Mbok is not an accident and all that makes the mbok not calm. When I think about it, my heart is not broken.

I leaned my head against the wall, my whole body feeling weak. Today's events are making me tired.

When I lifted my eyes towards the ceiling of the house, I seemed to see something pulling a long cloth that covered the corpse of the Mbok.

The cloth constantly came down to show the face of the Mbok, I could not move, could only notice the strange events.

The cloth continued and continued to descend slowly to show the face and neck of the mbok. Seeing her my body shook violently. My eyes did not escape from the Mbok, it seemed unconsciously I was watching the mbok

"Aaaak Aaaaa aaaak aaaak aaaak aaaak aaaak aaaak .... " I screamed continuously without stopping.

I saw the Mbok opened his eyes, his eyes looked big and bulging. I kept shouting hysterically especially when the Mbok faced his face looking at me.

"No way, no, ayaaaahhh .." I shouted and I felt my body shaking violently.

"Sarahhhh, sarahhhh, sober son!" father said as he shook my body firmly. I could feel Dad hugging me while crying.

"Beware boy, wake up!" dad said but I kept screaming until Dad's tears and cries woke me up.

"Dad ... Father .... "

"Why are you sleeping here Sarah?"

"Dad, please take me away from here. I don't want to see Mbok's body anymore, I'm really scared. "

Dad pulled me out of the room. Dad put me in the outside chair, Dad held my hand tightly, Dad said "Don't get sick son! Moreover, the trauma with this incident, we all have to be strong because we never know how death will come, anytime, and anywhere." said Dad while wiping my sweat

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