The After I Die

The Dead ones

The bells clang once, Kina covered her ears tightly, buzzing, once in a lifetime enough for her to listen to the bells from a very close distance, he said, he could not imagine what it would be like to be Eda who had to listen to him almost every day.

Eda let go of the rope, he stood up, staring at the houses of the villagers, seen one by one the residents began to enter and close the door tightly, in an instant, Damung village like a dead village, desolate.

“Usually I'll be home soon.” Eda smiled and crouched down next to Kina. His eyes looked at the girl's back, a huge black shadow looming over her, he gulped.

Kina did not say anything, her eyes looking out at the swamp, curious half-dead.

“After.” Eda spoke in a stifled tone, the orange sky slowly turned dark, a cold wind began to blow gently, the faint light of oil lamps was seen piercing the tightly shut houses of the citizens.

Kina held her breath, her heart was pounding, she held the edge of the board tightly, glanced at Eda beside her who was sticking her index finger to her lips, and one of her hands pointed at a house.

A quiet atmosphere was accompanied by a cold wind blowing.

Kina retreated slowly with Eda, she closed her mouth, her eyes wide open, a long black-haired person walked while carrying something in her hands, she walked around in a wander, her hair fluttering in the wind, her hair fluttering in the wind, something he was carrying was quite large, it seemed to be reflecting thin smoke, it was a sesajen!

Kina looked at Eda with raised eyebrows, trying to ask silently, Eda replied to her by shrugging her shoulders.

The figure was completely unknown to him, not the villagers of Damung, Kina was sure of it, he was a stranger, he was, no young lady in this village had long hair dangling all the way to the ground like that, her body was extremely smooth and white, as if shining from a distance.

Anyone could deduce if the woman was not an ordinary woman who had the beauty of a goddess.

Kina and Eda noticed the figure that was walking towards the direction of the swamp, disappearing behind the lush trees, they were silently waiting, the sky had completely darkened, no sound was heard, no sound was heard, only Kina's heartbeat was racing.

They waited for almost an hour, as the air grew colder, the sound of water splashing began to sound, the longer it got closer, Kina closed her mouth again, afraid to scream, she felt her body tremble.

“Do not move, keep still.” Eda whispered softly, squeaking, his face was pale, they retreated, docked towards the bells, peeking furtively.

Kina shut her mouth tightly, afraid that she might let out a shout, her hands trembling at the end of Eda's clothes.

The undead with shuffled steps appeared one by one from the direction of the swamp, they walked indeterminate, randomly around the village, circling, from one house to another, they walked indeterminate, as if looking for something.

“What are they looking for?” Kina whispered, she initially guessed that she was the one they were looking for, but seeing their behavior, Kina became curious as well as confused.

There's something they're looking for, and .. where's the longhaired woman? After going to the lake, he disappeared.

“Maybe ... living human,” said Eda hesitated, he was also confused to conclude, all this time he knew, only them, the villagers should not violate the village law about the deadline, the, otherwise they would be one of the undead.

“Did anyone in the village break that rule?”

The living corpse went slowly, occasionally stumbling and falling, leaving puddles everywhere, then rose again, walking with a staggered body.

“Eda?” Kina whispered again, her eyes still watching the undead milling down below.

Eda clenched his lips tightly, his eyes heated up, the man with the plastic bag, was a very familiar person, the last time he heard the man saying goodbye to him to buy rice to the stall, in the morning when the sun was not even as high as a coconut tree, the man opened the door, left and never returned home.

“Dad ...”

The walking dead body was his father, a person he loved very much.

How could this possibly happen? He saw with his own eyes that his father had been properly buried twice in the village cemetery.

What ... no .. no. ... what is possible that dismantled the grave was his own father? His father was a cult follower?

“Eda?” Kina turned her head, feeling the body beside her shrink to the floor, Eda buried her face to the floor, curled up next to Kina with tears streaming down, her heart too sick to accept reality, he could not accept the fact he had just concluded in his own head.

“Dad,” said Eda, Kina could not do much, she just kept quiet, while holding Eda tightly, she did not know what was on her friend's mind at this time, he said, what he believed was worse if they spoke, he could only wait for Eda to calm himself down while enduring intense fear.

Kina bit her lips, her eyes looked back down, she flinched and immediately docked to Eda, the plastic bag boy who often came to her circling around the tower, muttering.

“A ... na .. k ..ku ....”

Kina held her breath, she tried to calm down, while chanting that in her heart she was invisible and she was safe, but all in vain, her body could not be cooperated with, she still trembled.

“Dad,” said Eda again, he straightened his body, dragging to the edge of the tower floor, Kina followed fearfully, clutching tightly behind Eda's shirt, looking down, her face turning pale.

Eda was about to stick his hand down, immediately in Kina's intercept by grasping it tightly, down there, the man with the plastic bag looked up at them with one of his eyes stuck out, out, they looked at each other and were silent.

“That's my dad.” Eda chuckled, between crying and laughing, Kina turned her head in shock, staring down again, the man was still staring at them, not moving from his place at all.

“Nothing …. “ Eda seemed to wake up from his emotions, took a deep breath and pulled Kina back docked to the middle, near the bell, Kina furrowed her brows in confusion, the man with the plastic bag was not aggressively chasing after Kina as usual, he just stared at Kina, if it was true that the man was her father Eda, could he be protecting Eda and Kina? Do they have feelings?

“No villager broke the rules,” muttered Eda, Kina stared at Eda. “Never break.”

Kina widened her eyes, gazing down again, unconsciously her tears fell down her cheeks, down there, down there, he saw a curly haired woman with a swollen and watery body holding a boy whose neck was broken.

“They were forced to be like that, Kina I was right ‘ right? They didn't really kill themselves.”

Kina closed her eyes, the boy whose neck was broken was waving with a broken, silent movement, she was very familiar with the two of them, the curly-haired woman and the boy, she was, the mother and son who had just died, Narsih and Nukas.