
At night, Nurdin looked exhausted. And unfortunately, Nurdin was on a very lonely road. On the right left was a tree that grew towering, due to running non-stop at high speed Nurdin was lying in the middle of the road.
His breathing was so stingy, he looked so limp. Until a while his breathing now looks slow, exactly like people affected by asthma.
"Sa.kit." She nodded while holding the chest.
"Akkk."
"To..long."
But what power, the road that Nurdin traversed was very quiet. Plus far from the population, impossible if anyone heard.
No one knew that a man was dying there, until after a while Nurdin's breath was no longer heard. His chest even stopped moving, Nurdin had now met his end.
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Birds chirping each other in the land filled with trees, the morning sun has welcomed human activities. It appears that several vehicles stopped near the body of a man who was none other than Nurdin, so it did not wait long for the place to be filled with people.
"Who is he? Is he dead or unconscious?"
"What's going on?"
"Has he been killed?"
Various kusuk shoes were heard, until one of them approached Nurdin's body and checked his pulse. Then he shook his head, the more boisterous the situation became.
"We'll just take her to the hospital."
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After being in the hospital, they also now know if Nurdin died of fatigue, especially no food intake. They decided to leave all this to the hospital.
Because they did not know Nurdin, the hospital itself decided to immediately bury Nurdin's body because it did not know the Nurdin family.
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"There are three with the king." Nyi Danuwati muttered with a grin.
"I'll get my revenge right away." Mumbled again.
Then Nyi Danuwati returned to performing the ritual as usual, she sat down cross-legged and placed both hands on her thigh while closing her eyes.
Similar to the previous ritual ritual ritual, Nyi Danuwati cast a spell and called the names Yanto and Karta. After she opened her eyes again, the next second Nyi Danuwati laughed thunderously.
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Returning to the city, there was a small house that could not be said to be small or large. The size of the house was the same as a small shop lined up on the side of the road, for some reason all the Ginanjar men fled to the city.
"Kok I arrived to want to go to yo village?" Said one of the long-haired men.
"Sama kang, me too." Friend of his tall friend.
They are Yanto and Karta, indeed since long ago they have always been together so it is not surprising that they now live together.
"What if we go to the village? It's still morning." Yanto.
As the dipper with Karta agreed, how not? Their minds are controlled by Nyi Danuwati.
"Come on kang."
It only took them thirty minutes they were now ready with their goods, they did not know if they were now picking up their own death. Though there was nothing to see in the village considering they were both orphans, yet no one realized.
They set out with great joy, but they did not realize that it was the last joy.
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