SUKMA: The Deal With the Devil

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It didn't take long for Maurin to find out where Sukma lived. As long as Susan's doll is held by her intended child, then she will easily come to her residence as well. Apparently ever since Susan was given to Sukma, Maurin has been sitting on the porch of the pavilion.

From near the main house, it looks like Sukma came with his mother. The look on the little girl's face was crisp, when she found Maurin waiting on the porch of the pavilion. Sukma jumped up and down in excitement. He quickly grabbed her hand and ran towards her house impatiently.

"Mother, come! Maurin is waiting for us there!" sukma drew his mother's hand.

"Where are you waiting, Dek?"

"That! On the porch of our house," point Sukma while running.

Bu Inah frowned, not seeing any small children at all on the porch of the pavilion. "Where, Deck? There's nobody there."

Sukma did not answer his mother's question. He ran faster to show his friend. However, upon arrival there, Bu Inah still did not find a little girl at all in front of the pavilion.

Sukma spoke for himself in the pavilion. His hand was like it was holding something, then walking closer to Bu Inah. His face was so cheerful, as he could not wait to introduce his friend to his mother.

"Well, Mom. It's Maurin, it's me" explained Sukma with a big smile.

Not wanting to make his son disappointed, Bu Inah returned Sukma's smile with a small laugh. He rubbed Sukma's head and said, "You are very happy to fantasize, yes. Now we go in the house. Before you play, you change your clothes."

"But I don't fantasize, Mom. Lookie! Maurin asked for my greetings, "Sukma said, trying to convince.

Ms. Inah just smiled, ignoring her daughter's words. He led his daughter into the pavilion after opening the door. He took Susan's doll from Sukma's hand, then sauntered into the bathroom.

Before Bu Inah actually went to the bathroom, Sukma held her mother. Holding the mother's hand tightly, by showing a frown.

"Mom, where's Susan going?"

"You need to wash first. Tuh look! The doll is dirty, your hands will get germs. You don't want to get sick anymore, do you?"

"But, Ma'am ...."

"Washed for a moment, really. It will also dry quickly. Now you change clothes first. After the doll is dry, you can play," said Bu Inah persuaded Sukma, then rushed to the bathroom.

Maurin looked furious to see his worn-out doll about to be washed. He stared intently at the door, then turned to Sukma. Meanwhile, Sukma is shocked to see the anger on Maurin's pale face. He was just stunned, holding back the fear that invaded his mind.

"Sukma, take the doll again! I don't like it when the dolls are washed," Maurin said.

"Well, why don't you like it? The doll will be clean like new again if it's washed."

"I don't want the doll washed. Take it back there! If not, I don't want to play with you anymore!" maurin glared at Sukma.

Not wanting to lose his playmate, Sukma follows his mother to the bathroom. Luckily, Ms. Inah was still waiting for her bucket to fill with half of the water. Sukma rushes into the bathroom, then grabs Susan's doll from her mother's hands.

Bu Inah was astonished by Sukma's behavior. After snatching the doll from him, Sukma immediately ran into the room without leaving a word. The middle-aged woman followed her daughter into the room, then noticed her attitude from behind the door.

A sense of relief was clearly drawn on Sukma's face. The anxiety in her heart disappeared after Susan was not washed by her mother. He showed Maurin the worn-out doll.

"Thankfully, the doll had not been washed by Mother" Sukma said, putting Susan on the floor.

"More times, take good care of the doll. I don't like it when washed," said Maurin.

"Well, but why didn't you just take the doll from my mom?"

"Are you unconscious? Your mother couldn't see me. Where could I call that doll."

"Well, what is it? Giska doesn't see you, I don't see you. Who are you really?"

"I'm Maurin. They can't see me because they're stupid."

"But Giska is not stupid. My mother too. The proof is that you can teach me to read the holy verse."

"As far as you are. Now we play, yuk."

"Wait a minute, yeah. I'm gonna change for a minute."

Maurin nodded, looking at his puppet lying on the floor. While Bu Inah who was still paying attention to Sukma's attitude, quietly went into the room. For a moment his eyes were fixed on that shabby doll named Susan. He felt that there was something different about the doll. However, Mom Inah's logical mind made her unwilling to drag on in a bad premonition.

"Mother, since when did you come here?"

"Since. Dedek mostly saw his dolls, anyway. Anyway, why did Dedek snatch his doll from Mom? Though the doll will be better if washed."

"Maurin doesn't like it when the dolls are washed. Sorry, yeah, I took the doll out of Mom's hand. You see, if the doll gets washed, Maurin won't play with me anymore."

"It's okay. C'mon here! I'll put the shirt on you."

Bu Inah put clothes on Sukma's body. A cotton sweatshirt and skirt suit, it looks cute on the little girl's body. Finished wearing clothes and combing hair, Sukma took Susan's doll and invited Maurin to play on the porch of the house.

Seeing the joy on the face of her youngest child, Bi Inah felt calm. He said goodbye to Sukma, then went to Hilman's house to help Bi Reni prepare lunch. Albi and Farah will be home soon. Therefore, the food must be ready to be served at the dining table.

Sukma was pleased to be accompanied by Maurin at home. Sometimes they joke around laughing, while playing Susan's doll as Sukma's baby. The two looked familiar like old friends.

Meanwhile, in another residential area, Atikah seemed to be walking with Ani and Intan towards the house. As usual, they talked about everything. This time the topic was quite scary. Ani tells about her experience while living in another village.

"It used to be me whose name Wulan was once given a dirty doll with girls in a group. At first he was very cool, even bring the doll every time we play together," said Ani with a serious face.

"Well! by the way, who gave me the doll?" tanya Intan was curious.

"Ouch! If that I don't remember," Ani replied.

"Keep, go on, what's the story again?" ask Atikah curiously.

"Said Wulan, his friend likes to play with us every time he brings a baby doll he loves. But as long as we played together, I didn't see his friend at all."

"Well, how could that be?" tanya Intan frowned.

"I don't understand either. Among us, only Wulan can see the child who loves dolls. In addition, Wulan also often said that her friends like to stay at her house," explained Ani took a serious look.

"Swinyep? Did Wulan's parents allow her friends to do nginep at her house? I'm always forbidden to invite you to stay at home" Atikah said.

"Well, for that matter, I want a little bit, if Wulan's parents never saw a child our age come to their house" Ani explained, his forehead was wrinkled as if he was thinking hard to pry at his memories in the past.

"If Wulan's parents have never seen another child in his house, it means his friend is not a dong person" Atikah concluded.

"Ah, that's right!" Intan agrees with Atikah's conclusion.

"Looks like. You see, if his friend often nginep, Wulan became sickly continue. When she was sick, the baby doll was always held. Pretty long too, anyway, Wulan's sick. For months, in fact. His mother and father also took him to the hospital, but unfortunately, his life is not helped anymore" said Ani with a sad face.

"Why could that be?" ask Atikah and Intan together.

"Well, at the time of ordination, there is a ustaz that says that the spirit of Wulan was brought by supernatural beings. Ustaz said, the cause is the doll giving the complex child. The doll contained a genie that could absorb human energy until death. "

Intan and Atikah heard it. They did not expect that the old dolls, given by unknown children, could lead to death. The three children were long enough pensive, thinking about the terrible events that befell his friend Ani.

Katika passed the turn, Atikah said goodbye from her two friends. Not to forget, he also reminded that tonight his schedule teaches. Intan and Ani nodded, then continued walking.

Upon arrival at Hilman's house, Atikah rushed towards the pavilion. While walking, his mind still remembered the sinister story from Ani. When a few more steps arrived at the pavilion, Atikah's eyes were fixed on Sukma who was engrossed in playing alone.

He approached his sister, then sat next to her, taking off his shoes. Atikah looked at the old baby doll held by Sukma. Curious, he began to ask his sister.

"Dedek, where's that doll from? Why not wash it first?"

"Eh, Teteh. This is Maurin's doll, her name is Susan. Maurin doesn't like it when the dolls are washed."

"Maurine? Who's she?"

Sukma looked ahead, then turned to Atikah. "Include me, he's Maurin" he said, pointing to the person in question.

Atikah squinted. There was no one but Sukma in that place. Long enough he searched for the person in question, until finally an astonishing answer flashed in his mind.

Maurin is not human.