SUKMA: The Deal With the Devil

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Not felt, already a week Pak Risman family with Hilman looking for Sukma around the cemetery area, which is not so far from the kindergarten. I don't know where the little girl is. Since his loss that twilight, no one had known of his whereabouts. In fact, the people around the cemetery no one knows about the loss of Sukma.

Despite feeling tired, Ms. Inah continued to hope that her daughter would return soon. He no longer cared about his health. His body is getting thinner, his eyes are so cute. Atikah always persuaded her mother to eat, but the middle-aged woman was indifferent to the persuasion of her eldest daughter.

It's ten o'clock by now. Hilman, Mr. Risman, as well as two other house employees went home empty-handed. Sukma is like being lost to the earth. His existence remains a mystery.

"Sir, Dedek still haven't met?" ask Ms. Inah.

Mr. Risman only shook his head languidly while bowed. He walked to the bathroom to clean himself up. Ms. Inah just stared blankly, then sat down in the living room chair while wiping her face. Her tears were dripping, sadness was suffocating her chest.

For a moment, he stared at the family photo of Mr. Risman displayed on the front wall of the room. He had a portrait of his family with a sad face. His eyes were fixed on the innocent little girl he adopted six years ago. His fingers gently rubbed the youngest's portrait.

"Dek, even though Dedek was not born from the womb of Mother, Dedek is still our son, our beloved. We never hated Dedek. Mom and Dad treat you like a real child. We never thought to differentiate Dedek with Atikah. You know what, Deck? I burned the Susan doll so that Dedek would stay with us. Honestly, I was devastated to see you were sad at the time. But, after you're gone, Mom's heart is getting sicker, Dek," murmured Bu Inah, followed by sobbing.

Seeing the sadness on Bu Inah's face, Atikah immediately approached her mother. Holding his mother's hand, then staring into her careless eyes.

"Mom, let's go to sleep first, yuk. Tomorrow we look for Sukma Deck again. Who knows," persuaded Atikah meekly.

"You go to sleep first, then I will follow," said Ms. Inah as she wiped her tears.

"What's right, ma'am," interrupted Mr. Risman who just finished bathing. "Mom should sleep first. It's been a week that I've been up late."

"No way, sir. I want to wait for Sukma Deck here. It could be that he's coming home at night" Ms. Inah said.

"If it's what you want, yes it is," said Mr. Risman reluctant to argue. He held Atikah's hand. "Come, Atikah! We're sleeping."

"But what about Mom?"

"Not to worry about Mom. Later he will also follow to the room if it is sleepy."

Atikah and Mr. Risman immediately rested, considering tomorrow there will be a lot of activities to do. Ms. Inah sat back in the living room chair, peeking out the window occasionally. The shadow of Sukma's return flashed in his eyes. The concern is getting soaring, suppose the youngest is back.

The wall clock keeps ticking on the sidelines of the sunyinya of the night. The needle kept moving until it showed exactly twelve o'clock. Gradually, drowsiness approached Bu Inah who was tired. The soul of the middle-aged woman who was waiting for the return of the baby, finally dissolved in a dream.

In her dream, Ms. Inah came to an old-fashioned house. Slowly he came to the house and knocked on the door. No one is talking about it from within. Bu Inah who felt awkward, finally waltzed away from the house. However, before completely leaving the ancient building, the faint-hearted voice of Sukma called out to him. Ms. Inah gasped. Without hesitation, the middle-aged woman opened the door and looked for the whereabouts of the youngest within the house.

He searched the contents of the foreign house while calling Sukma. Still, no one said anything. Mother Inah who did not want to give up just like that, continued to comb every corner of the house. Starting from the living room to the backyard. However, he escaped to two rooms he had not yet entered. The middle-aged woman returned inside the house, then opened the door of the second room. There was no one there, only a room with a large glass cabinet and a metal bed that was old and rusty.

Next, Bu Inah headed to the first room, which was located near the living room. Open the door slowly. Faintly, a long-haired and matted woman was sitting on the edge of the bed, turning her back to Bu Inah. His hand was like he was stroking something in that bed.

Curious, Mom tried to take a closer look. Sukma was sleeping there. Bu Inah's moved to find her daughter okay. Feeling powerless to contain her happiness, the middle-aged woman immediately approached her daughter.

"Sukmas! Sukma!" pekik Bu Inah, grabbed his daughter who was lying on the bed.

Not wanting her daughter to linger in the clutches of the creature, Bu Inah tries to dampen her fear. Although his hands trembled, he continued to grab Sukma who was fast asleep in bed. Of course, the creature does not want to if Sukma leaves. His long, sharp nails clawed at Bu Inah mercilessly.

"Don't take this kid! He's my son!" snapped the Wewe Gombel glaring at Bu Inah.

Feeling trepidation, Ms. Inah retreated slightly from her reach. He sought another loophole to seize Sukma. Soon, Bu Inah ran towards the corner of the other bed. He raised the bed, then carried Sukma into his lap. The creature grew furious and climbed into the bed to get Bu Inah. However, it turns out that Bu Inah had already jumped from the bed. The middle-aged woman ran out of the room, saving Sukma from pursuing Wewe Gombel.

After getting out of the house, Bu Inah was surprised not to play. He found himself in the middle of a grave. When he looked back, the house he entered a moment ago had turned into a banyan tree. That's not the only thing that surprised Ms. Inah. Sukma, which he was carrying, suddenly disappeared. The middle-aged woman panicked, looking around for the youngest in the middle of the grave area while calling out her name.

"Mom, wake up, Mom!" said Mr. Risman rocking the body of Bu Inah.

As soon as Bu Inah woke up, the grave he came to turned into a living room. How shocked he was when he realized that he had been in Hilman's pavilion in an instant. However, Ms. Inah's heart was relieved after knowing that she was just a dream.

"What dream did you end? Why scream to call Sukma all?" ask Mr. Risman worriedly.

"Dedek, Sir! Grandpa!" obviously Ms. Inah with a trembling voice.

"Yes, Mom. What dream mom about Sukma Deck?"

"Dedek was taken with Wewe Gombel, sir. I took her away from the house, but .. But Dedek suddenly disappeared!"

"What?! Wewe Gombel, Mum?" atikah asked dumbfounded to hear his mother's words.

"Yes." Yeah." Mom Inah nodded for sure.

"Easy, Mom. Maybe it's just a sleeping flower" persuaded Mr. Risman to calm his wife.

"No, Sir. It's not just a normal sleeping flower. I am sure, this is a guide from God to find the Sukma Deck," Bu Inah assures.

"Alright, then, I tell you in detail, the places visited in the dream," said Mr. Risman.

"Sir, you must find an ancient house around the cemetery, who knows there. Mother found Sukma in that house."

"ancient house?" Mr. Risman frowned. "During the time of Mr. Nyari-nyari Sukma around the cemetery, you have never seen an ancient house or old-fashioned style around the cemetery. The houses there are modern, the style is new."

"Mom don't want to know, sir. Just find that house. I'm sure the Sukma Deck must be there" Bu Inah said.

"Well, if you're sure there's a place like that, you'll be looking for it tomorrow morning with the driver and the security guard."

"Promise, Sir? I can't bear it until Dek Sukma why-why."

"Yes, I promise. Now you should continue sleeping in the same room Atikah. I want to pray tahajud first."