The Ustadzah

The Ustadzah

But tonight is different, a new Santriwati has exposed all these lies in front of their faces. The head that rolled into the ground was proof of the destruction of the entire plan of the Romah Ustadzah which they had guarded for many years. Ustadzah Imah looked sadly at the head of the adoptive mother who had nurtured him all along, who had made a coffer of money, even when he died. He then grabbed the head and hugged it tightly while crying. Perhaps in his heart there was guilt for everything they did to Ustadzah Nyi Wati.

Shinta's Ustadzah, who had hurriedly climbed to the second floor because of the noise made by Nabila and Romah's Ustadzah, was shocked by the headless body that fell leaning against the wall. He looked stiffly at everyone, as if he could not believe what was happening. Miya, who finally realized that Shinta's Ustadzah also knew this reality, immediately threw a sharp gaze.

"M-Miyya ... Ustadzah ... Can you explain" Ustadzah Shinta said while holding back tears.

Miya just kept quiet, she was certainly disappointed with Ustadzah who guided her all this time. Ustadzah, whom he already considered to be his own brother, had allowed all this to happen for years. The body of an old woman, preserved .. in soaked many times with chemical liquid that pierced the skin to penetrate every vein, then dried like clothes. Then every night of the year, that fragile body was brought and exhibited to hundreds of people, all for the money of the officials, how despicable.

The anger of Miya had reached its peak, he then grabbed the head that had been embraced by Ustadzah Imah. He wanted to come down and show it to everyone. But Ustadzah Romah swiftly hit Miya's head and made her fall down. The fragile head of Ustadzah fell back to the floor. The bone of the head that has been preserved many times was finally unable to withstand the blows many times, the sound of 'cracks' was heard many times. An eyeball that was gone, and a face that was impossible to recognize again made the head more like a skull.

Nabila was surprised and immediately approached Miya who fell unconscious. He cursed his cruel aunt. Now, he no longer supported what the three Ustadzahs did, he also tried to take back the head of Ustadzah Nyi Wati and wanted to do the same. But Ustadzah Ulun and Imah swiftly held him. Ustadzah Romah ordered that Ustadzah Shinta drive all the guests out of the Hall, so that this commotion did not make them suspicious. However it seemed like all the effort the three foster brothers put in would be in vain.

A shrill laughing voice suddenly rang out, making a silent commotion on the second floor of the hall. The sound coming from the head of the stump that should no longer move made the hearts of everyone there seem to stop beating. So clearly, the pale jaw moved up and down, laughing at the depraved Ustadzahs who had tortured him. The atmosphere then turned very tense, when the fragile body that fell on the wall, now standing upright. The skinny body then walked over, approaching towards his head. The old grandmother's hand reached out to grab her own head, and put it back on her neck. Ustadzah Nyi Wati .. not ... The undead rose up, and began to attack them all.

The stumped head continued to laugh shrillly even as his hand grabbed the hair and held it up. The ghost of Ustadzah, who had now revealed his true form and identity, walked slowly out of the hall, following the crowd of fuzzy guests. In the field, some students seemed so astonished to see so many people coming out of the hall with frightened faces. Some santriwati were even hit and fell to the ground. When he tried to get up, from the hall the santriwati then saw a terrible figure that caused all the guests of the official was frightened.he also screamed hysterically, and the noise was inevitable again. The crowd collided with each other, trying to save themselves. The screams of the santriwati and the guests were earthy with each other. That one suro night, was the most terrible night in this boarding school.

The ghost of Ustadzah just stood in front of the door of the hall. His shrill laughter had now stopped. The old face of the fortified puffed head appears to be peeling off, probably because thousands of times the lifeless old skin is eroded by the preservative chemical liquid. The face is almost unrecognizable. But even so, the look in his eyes looked so sweet and sad. Ustadzah Nyi Wati, with a form that is so terrible, staring at the chaos that occurred in his boarding house. The cottage which he had built with his own crudity, which he had built and raised to become the famous boarding house, had now been marred by the despicable deeds of his own adopted children.

What heresy did he teach to Imah and Ulun? What kind of treasure blinded Romah's eyes? so that his three adopted children were so agonizing to torture him, even after he was dead. Every night he was washed with formalin, like an idol of offerings, and then displayed in front of guests who had asked for his Islamic prayers. Now they look more like a group of people looking for money and benefits. And more hurtful to Ustadzah Nyi Wati, all that is from him. Nyi Wati's Ustadzah, with what was left of her, screamed out loud, expressing all the emotions she had been harboring for years, to the crowd.

The sound of ghostly screams made some female students and guests who were late to escape immediately fainted. Some people seemed to have collapsed to the ground and were unconscious, others were screaming increasingly hysterical. The sound was so loud, it felt even more like a small earthquake that had been shaking trees and cottage buildings, it made a gripping atmosphere.

Then from the direction of the second floor, a woman was seen running down the stairs. His fallen body slumped against the floor of the hall, not making a stop running. He got up and immediately embraced the ghost of the ustadzah from behind. With a slight sob, he whispered to the headless figure.

"Ustadzah... It's Ustadzah, enough... Ikhlaskan..."