
From the sidelines of the grave ground, a thick smoke slowly appeared accompanied by a groaning sound.
“Restore my shroud strap..”.
Tika almost forgot that the shroud rope was also stolen by Amprung.
“Ba..., fine. I'll find that rope,” said Tika.
Soon Tika ran away, which had only one mind; surely the rope went into the septic tank hole. Inevitably, his home septic tank must be dismantled.
Arriving at the village, he immediately went to the builder and asked him to dismantle his home septic tank. Tika knew, it was not easy to find the rope, but somehow he had to keep trying.
“Sorry, Ma'am. If I have to get into a septic tank, I can't.”
Tika silent for a moment, “What no, let me just enter, I just ask for help unloading the septic tank.”
“What are you looking for?” ask Ruslan.
“People important things. Can I go home now?” ask Tika.
“Can Mbak. A minute yes.” Ruslan went into his house and reappeared with a stone-breaking hammer and crowbar.
With great difficulty, Ruslan dismantles Tika's home septic tank. They both wear masks and glasses. After being successfully dismantled, Tika slowly went into the septic tank, her body sank to the extent. The stinging smell made him feel dizzy.
His hands were palpating in all directions, looking for rope.
“Me, Ma'am?” ask Ruslan from above.
Tika shook her head. But not long after, Tika's arm grabbed a rope. He smiled, Tika was sure that it was a shroud rope. Surprisingly, the rope was like stuck to something so it was difficult to remove.
“It is hard to unplug,” said Tika.
He pulled the rope while shouting, pulling out all his strength. The rope came off, Tika fell down fortunately only he could still hold the balance. Tika's guess is right that the rope is a shroud rope. He immediately climbed to the surface and washed the rope.
Tika did not answer, she instead went to the bathroom to clean her body. When he finished, he went back to Ruslan and gave some money.
“This is your wage money,”
“That's a big deal, Mbak.”
“Iya it's wages at once to recoup his septic tank.”
“And this money to buy the materials needed to cover the septic tank,” continued Tika.
“Good, Ma'am,” Ruslan went to the material store.
***
At night, Tika returned to the grave of Mr. Rusdi. It carries a flashlight as a light. The owl was cuddling from behind the trees, making the atmosphere even more terrifying. Arriving at the cemetery, Tika took out a rope shroud from the black plastic.
“This I returned the rope,” said Tika, her face clearly frightened.
The grave mound did not move at all.
“Pak Rusdi, please return my husband,” this time Tika cried, pleading.
From within the ground suddenly appeared a hand, Tika was surprised. He hurriedly thrust the rope, the hand grabbed it and went back into the ground.
Tika's struggle was not in vain. From the darkness, appeared Amprung who walked in stride. Soon Tika ran towards her husband and hugged him while crying. Amprung looks very tired, Tika also washed him home.
Before leaving the cemetery, Amprung stopped his steps. He looked at Mr. Rusdi's grave.
“Force us...,” hiss Amprung.