The After I Die

Fourth Death

A sweet fragrance wafted in the air, filling every corner of the small wooden house on the outskirts of the village, the sound of a clanking spoon with a glass bowl, Dayuti hurriedly came out of his room, he had just finished drying his hair, and found her brother's back facing the stove with sparkling eyes.

“What is banana compote?” Dayuti could not help but feel enthusiastic, he docked towards his brother and saw smoke billowing out of the pot in front of his brother.

Sayuti glanced at the little smiling sister, she picked up the spoon and took the plastic container.

“Take this to Pak Mursa, he who gave the banana yesterday.”

Dayuti stared out the window, hugging himself while shuddering, when as he remembered last night the sky was very bright, the sparkling stars filled the sky beautifully, inversely proportional to the present moment, a drizzling noise was heard falling onto the roof of their small house, the window not far from them wide open, welcoming the cold wind in.

“Antar only, pity. Since Nukas' death, Ms. Mursa ..” Sayuti did not continue his words, but his hand moved revealing his index finger that was spinning in the air.

“Say she's not sane.” Dayuti snorted, Sayuti hurriedly patted his sister's shoulder while glaring sharply.

“Hush ... Don't talk carelessly!”

Dayuti chuckled, it was true what he said, everyone in the village knew that, Ms. Mursa who now acts like a madman, she sometimes cries rolling on the ground, sometimes laughing out loud on the terrace, sometimes sitting on the terrace with empty eyes while holding a rice bushel that Nukas used to bring to buy rice.

Yang Dayuti knew when he and his brother first came to this village, the couple had never had children in their marriage, they lived peacefully, they had no children, suddenly Narsih came to the village with a five-year-old child, then threw his responsibility just like that to Mursa to take care of Nukas.

The woman must have been hit, the husband she loved had a wife and child from a forbidden relationship behind her, she inevitably took care of him with millions of anger piling up in her heart.

But when the woman begins to feel the bond of mother and child formed by the flow of time, again bad luck comes to her, the child is horribly dead.

Whichever man is still sane with this situation, he must regret treating Nukas so badly.

“Quickly, later the rain is more swift!” Sayuti thrust a sealed plastic bowl at Dayuti, his sister lazily greeted him and took the umbrella behind the door.

“Iya deh,” sahutannya slowly, Dayuti put up his sandals, the sound of water splashing heard when his step stepped on the ground. Water soaking limited to the eyes makes him have to walk slowly, afraid his legs slip on this slippery ground, it could be the compote he carries will be mixed with mud.

Pak Mursa House is not far away, next to a large house that was destroyed due to yesterday's village ritual, Dayuti goosebumps instantly, considering the atmosphere this morning was very quiet he was afraid if he found a sight in the rubble of the house.

It did not take long, he arrived in front of the house of Pak Mursa, the house was not large nor small, there were some ornamental plants left to die dry on the terrace, the house was not large, there were some ornamental plants were left to die on the terrace, Dayuti took off her sandals and went up to the porch, her umbrella she put on the floor.

Keningya furrowed, her feet treading on the very thick dust, she felt a sudden bad feeling, but hurriedly she brushed it off, trying to think positively, she said, considering that Bu Mursa who began to lack sane, he became understand him.

“Excuse ... Pak Mursa ..”

Dayuti knocked on the door three times, there was no telling from the inside, he glanced at the tightly shut window, trying to peek out from behind the glass, but all he found was darkness, it seems that behind the glass the curtain is not opened.

Dayuti again knocked on the door, this time a little hard, he began to get impatient, his hand holding the compote was hot, his heart also somehow began to pound hard for no reason, he gulped.

“Loh? Dik? Looking for Pak Mursa too?” The voice of someone appeared from behind, looking Sada came with a wide caping cap, he carried a basket filled with ginger rhizomes. Dayuti heaved a sigh of relief, he felt calm for a moment.

Sada showed off a ginger rhizome that was partly still muddy, he clearly remembered that the village chief had told him to bring ginger to his wife.

Dayuti peeked at the basket in Sada's hand, it seemed that the man had just plucked it out in the rain like this, the girl nodded in understanding.

“Pak! Pak Mursa!” Sada shouted with a loud voice, he banged on the door loudly, there remained no truth, silent and quiet, as if the house had no occupants, the two of them looked at each other.

“Kok, my feeling is not good yes, sis.”

Sada banged again, he tried to ignore Dayuti's woe, his feelings were the same, his chest was pounding, his body felt cold, maybe because the rain was drenching him, but his hands involuntarily trembled, I think something bad has happened.

Sada banged again, this time harder.

“Krekk!”

The door opened slowly, apparently unlocked, Dayuti and Sada looked at each other with curious looks and misgivings, they opened the door slowly.

“Excuse me .. Mr. Mur ..” No time yet Dayuti said, his whole body was frozen.

“AAKH!”

Right in front of their faces was a dangling leg.

Dayuti gasped, his hands were shaking, the plastic bowl in his hand just slipped off, falling to the floor, its contents scattering under his feet.

Sada looked up, up there Pak Mursa was hanging with a rope tied to the roof of the house, as Nukas was, his eyes bulged with pain, his tongue stretched out and his neck broken.

Mursa is dead.

Under the dangling corpse, Ms. Mursa sat with her body drenched and muddy, a puddle of black water all around the house, giving rise to the stinging smell of rotten plants.

“Nukas when to go home? Lonely mother here ...” Ms. Mursa muttered softly, sobbing miserably playing busily to the floor like a child, busy with her own world.

“Hoek!” Dayuti hurriedly came out and fell into the courtyard, nausea engulfing his stomach right then and there, ignoring himself who was wet with raindrops, his body trembling violently.

“Cannot be!”

Sada was as shocked as she was, the man was still standing in the doorway, the difference if Dayuti was more frightened, Sada looked more like a big rage. His eyes looked around with caution, the puddle of black water was not only in the house of Mr. Mursa, but also around his house.

Dayuti does not understand, but he can conclude something, the madness in this village is not over.