Stiff Corpse

Thanks

I managed to overcome this curse. Everyone was happy with what I was doing. I smiled happily, It turns out that my hatred of corpses, my forensic science which I really do not want to use anymore, is now saving many people. Yes, those villagers, the village of sinners.

After the mass funeral, they all rushed back to the village and partied, celebrating all this, with loud drinks and beautiful women of course. Many residents, police, even government service employees who drifted in the strains of Java chatter that intoxicates. Accompanied girls******village and alcohol in their hands. Just last night, my co-workers and I experienced a terrible undead terror. Though just this afternoon, they buried their own village chief. God gave them a very strong warning. But they soon returned to their habits. They partied and got drunk, as if laughing at the curse I just managed to overcome.

Instantly my right ear –which was wrapped in bandages-snorted loudly. The wounds on my body also throbbed pain, when there was a citizen who invited me to join the party. I refused it subtly, and went by.

What they did that night made me think again, was what I did right? Their lives were saved, curses were overcome, and they sinned again. It was as if they felt safe from the danger of the curse. I did not like this village and all its sins. Deep down, actually, I was grateful when I heard Mas Joko's story. I'm glad they're cursed.

Especially when telling me about the good shaman, Ki Bramanthoro, my emotions are overflowing. The good shaman was brutally murdered, but he did something noble. Ah... I will also be killed by them if I keep thinking like this. Refusing to be invited to participate, there are already some residents who look at me cynically. I just helped them. What village is this! what kind of life is this!

My body was so tired and weary, after two days of extreme tension. I really need a break, but I don't want to go home. I'd better take care of it at the puskesmas. Avoiding the villagers who will definitely invite me to make a show. I then walked towards the uphill mountain road, under the middle dusk, to the puskesmas.

This steep walk back made me sigh. Am I too exhausted? Or is it the real one who is tired? I don't know. I've been through tough nights here. This was my greatest experience as a doctor in a lifetime. I should have just resigned by then. As soon as I get to the health center I will go to sleep immediately, spend the nights of my guard while resting completely.

Now that dusk had completely sunk, darkness enveloped this street like usual. I am no longer afraid of the darkness. In this village, there is something darker than the darkness of the streets tonight, the hearts of its citizens.

Arriving at the health center I was greeted by Mr. Badrun and Doctor Denny.

"Loh Sir? Doc?"

They both stood up and greeted me, just like the first time I came here. They patted me on the shoulder with a proud smile. Their presence at the puskesmas that evening astonished me.

"What's up, doc? Mr Badrun? how are the nights at the puskesmas?" I wonder.

"Yes accompany the doctor... Doctor Sultan's time will you take care of yourself?"

Oh, yes, I forgot, Mas Joko is gone. My loyal servant friend who always accompanied it, I drowned and I buried myself this afternoon. As my body squeezed, I then staggered to sit on the bench waiting for the patient. I cried as I could, and buried my face between two palms. After what I did that night, still, I couldn't save them, Mas Joko... Mr. Hendra...

As if knowing what I was feeling, Doctor Denny approached me. Mr. Badrun also looked at me sadly. He then turned on a TV that might calm my heart, he said.

"Dok... What am I doing this right?" I said while sobbing

"They came back to do Dok. after what happened last night, after the people died, after the events of 19 years ago reoccur..." My eyes glazed over at Doctor Denny.

"They're not deterred! They are just thankful... Not to fix themselves! do they not know... They deserve to be damned! " my words are a little snapping. The emotion in my chest was so overflowing at that time, that it made my cries slightly tingle.

Doctor Denny then sat down beside my left, smiling warmly. I don't know if he understands what I'm saying, or if he's approaching because he didn't hear what I just said. His old hand held my bruised right shoulder. I could feel the wrinkles from his palms.

"What the doctor did was not wrong... The doctor's just trying to help..."

"But my help made them forget..."

"That's their choice." he interjected.

I was stunned, Doctor Denny understood all my words. I usually find it very difficult to talk to him. Then he looked at me.

"Doctor Sultan is a good man... And every act based on good will not be useless..." His old hand gently gripped my shoulder, as if wanting to give me some spirit.

"Doctor Sultan need not worry.the good and the bad will find their own way back... Back to who did... Someday, everything will come back to themselves as well as the good that Doctor Sultan is doing right now"

Suddenly my sobs stopped. The sadness that raged in my heart seemed to lift. My overflowing emotions also finally went out, when I heard that remark. True, Doctor Denny said, good and evil will find their own way. One day my kindness will be returned by God.

I immediately wiped my tears and smiled. I cannot be sad, what has happened I must let go. I encouraged myself at the time. PTT is still not over, I still have a lot to do.

The three of us then continued to guard that night. Keep the night at the village puskesmas sinner, which is not as scary as before. Of course, because no more bodies were sent here. As soon as any of these villagers die, they will automatically call me, Doctor Denny, or Mr. Badrun, to immediately guide the process of "Corpse Drowning". And from month to month, these sinful villagers are getting more and more used to the method of my creation.

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So is this time, when we drowned the corpse of the middle-aged woman who had just died. The introduction of the corpse and the family of the corpse immediately dispersed themselves so quickly. There was no sound of family sobs when the corpse was drowned there were even some families who did not drown the corpse. Moreover, they did not send someone to wait here for 24 hours. They were all very familiar with this method. Stay here alone who is still staring blankly at the river.

A mountain breeze suddenly blew, disrupting the calm flow of the river. The warm sunlight that afternoon, highlighted through the clear water. The middle-aged woman's face glared with her blackened eyes. Seeing that event I smiled. I realized that I was no longer afraid of corpses. Thanks though.