TUMBAL SEVENTH

One Room with Ghosts and Poisonous Animals

I opened my eyes and sat down. The vision is still a bit blurry. The head also feels dizzy. The longer, the vision began to light up. There was a worn wall surrounding me, and what I was sitting on was a wooden cot with a worn mat with no mattress or pillow.

I tried to get up, then stepped slowly towards the worn-out brown wooden door while holding onto a throbbing head. I tried to open the door, but it was apparently locked from the outside. I'm monitoring all over this room looking for another way out. There was a window made of wood. I tried to get close and try to open it, but I couldn't. Probably nailed from the outside. Come back.

The head hurt even more as I thought hard about finding a way out. Besides those doors and windows, there's no way for me to get out. Asking please? Ah, I guess it's free. Those who purposely brought me here would not be able to just let go of me. I don't know who they are and I don't know what their purpose is to keep me here.

A tirta?

My husband must be worried now. Maybe he's looking for me to come here. Maybe he'll find me here soon. I hope so.

These eyes are rounded, when the worn-out door is moved. Looks like someone's coming in here. I lay down again and closed my eyes. As I expected, seconds later I heard footsteps approaching here. Not long after, someone came here again.

“Where? Already aware what belom?” ask a guy who just got in here. For a moment, his voice seemed familiar. I sharpened my hearing. I want to peek a little, but I'm afraid of being discovered.

“Belom, Boss.” The man standing right beside the couch I was lying on answered.

“Later if he is aware, you still remember right, what you should do?”

I opened my eyes slightly to ascertain who the owner of the familiar-sounding voice in my ear was. Ah, that's right Rudi. It must have something to do with Maya's problem.

Maybe I should just open my eyes to find out what purpose they're taking me here for. I moaned, opening my new faked eyes. Then sit holding the head.

“Argh! Where am I?” shirihku.

“In hell!” sahut Rudi's.

“Pak Rudi!” I pretended to be surprised.

Rudi sent his men out. The door closed and he approached, then sat down next to me. Honestly, I'm horrified right now. I'm afraid she's doing the same thing to me as she used to do to Maya. “Who are you really?” ask without further ado, “How much do you know about Maya?”

I just kept quiet. Dilemmas. Between being honest or making up. I was afraid that my honesty would backfire on me.

“You know about Maya from where?”

“He came to me in a dream.” I'm finally honest.

“What do you see in your dreams?”

“Many. Including when you hit Maya's head with a beam until it breaks.” I dare to look at him sharply. Rudi's face looked threatened.

“Means ...My dream is true?” my search. Now replace the silent Rudi, “If indeed it is just a dream, you should not bother kidnapping me like this.”

A slap she landed on my right cheek. Very hard and feels hot. Until these eyes taste watery.

Rudi stood. “You've dealt with the wrong person!” it leads to my face. I looked at him with a little courage.

Rudi's out, the door's closed. I heard out there he called. I think I called Hendarto.

“Looks like he's an indigo child.” Rudi then fell silent, probably listening to his interlocutor.

“OK. So, fix yes, we just finish?” Again, Rudi fell silent after saying so.

Tirta, save me! I fear my fate like Maya. I stood up and tried to open the window. But I try to lose quickly. Rudi's men came and dragged me out. I was moved to a dark room. It looks like this is the basement. Yesterday, I was dragged down a dirty ladder.

I was sitting in a wooden chair. My feet and hands were tied, and my mouth was covered.

“Let go of everything!” tell Rudi. His men are obedient. I don't know what will be released.

Rudi turned on the flashlight on his phone. His men are holding a box. It was placed on this very dirty floor, and opened. Seconds later came out cobras, scorpions and tarantulas. My eyes are in disbelief. Finish me.

I shook my head, pleading with my head. However, Rudi and his men did not care. After releasing the venomous animal, they left me alone in this very dark room.

I could only put on the stone style and close my eyes when I felt someone walking past. Pray in your heart, hoping for a miracle. May God send help.

There was a giggling sound. Not long after, I felt someone sitting on my lap. The smell of rancid and foul nose piercing. My stomach's churning. Nausea. But, held back by duct tape. I didn't dare to move because I was afraid of the cobra, now plus the ghost came out of nowhere.

I heaved a slight sigh of relief after the ghost that asked for my lap disappeared. Now, only the scent remains. These eyes were made to glare again as I felt something creeping on the legs. It's not a scorpion, it's not a tarantula. The fix, which creeps on this leg must be a cobra. Feels very long. I couldn't move at all, even to breathe a little I could hold. The heart feels to escape from its dispute.

Tirta, help me!

I fainted, then woke up again. I don't know how many times it's been like that. And every time I wake up the situation is the same. Darkened. Now my problem is not only about dark, venomous animals and ghosts, but also about hungry stomachs, bodies that don't taste bad. I also felt like I was peeing.

I can't stand it anymore, the urine just escapes. Hopefully it doesn't attract the attention of cobras. I don't know how long I've been here. I don't know where the venomous animals are, which obviously no longer creeps on the legs or goes up to this head.

The body feels weak, the eyes begin to blur again, stomach pain in the rumbling, dry throat. Hungry and thirsty. The body doesn't feel sweaty, the head is dizzy, the stomach is bloated, it seems, I catch a cold. Cold sweat started to puff up from the pores. The cold heat began to strike.

Nausea almost vomited, but was held back by duct tape that still silenced this mouth. Already tried to remove the rope that binds the hands or feet, but it is difficult. Finally, you can just wait for a miracle or death to pick up.

“Yank!”

My eyes were wide open hearing that scream. It was my husband's voice, but I couldn't speak because my voice was held back by duct tape. Even so, I tried to scream, whether heard or not. Most important is effort. I couldn't move the chair to make a sound, afraid that the cobra was still here and even caught his attention.

In this heart, I pray, hoping that my husband may find me here. The eyes were already heavy, not because they were sleepy, but it felt like they were about to faint again. The body no longer feels confused. The longer, the more blurry the view. In this dark room, everything looks more and more opaque.

No, I can't pass out. I had to be strong, to wait for my husband to come and pick me up. Even though it feels like I can't stand it anymore, but I try to strengthen myself. Until finally, there was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, approaching here.

There's a flashlight bias. So this room is a little dim. Until finally, I could see the figure carrying the flashlight standing at the end of the stairs, his head following the flashlight he was shining in all directions, then stopped as the light shone on my withered body.

“Yank!” his screeches.

“Hmmm!” I shouted stuck in duct tape while shaking her forbid her to step here. Fearfully, the cobra attacked him.

“Why?” he asked, he stopped his steps. I looked around looking for the snake. It turned out that the cobra was coiling in the corner of space. I told my husband with a head move. Flashlight shined into the corner. Now he understands what I mean.

“Oke, you calm down, yes! I'm gonna save you. You don't have to be afraid anymore, yeah!”

Yes, I now feel safe because you are here, my husband.

“You are calm. Everything will be fine after this.”

Yeah, I'm sure everything's gonna be okay after this. Because you've come here.

My man walked slowly here. As soon as he got close, the first thing he did opened the duct tape in my mouth. The rubbing of my face that I might have pulled, the tidying of my hair, then the brow is soft. Tears must have dripped down this cheek and rubbed it gently.

“Sssth, don't cry, dear. You're safe now. There I am here.” Again, he kissed this soft forehead, then my head was gently pulled into his embrace.

“I'm not strong anymore,” lirihku.

“Iya. We'll get out of here soon, yeah. I let go of the rope first.”

The rope that binds my hands and feet is very complicated. No wonder I can't let go on my own. In fact, it took my husband a few minutes to let go. After the rope came off, we hugged each other for a moment. My tears broke again. Fortunately, the cobra was in the middle of a herd in a corner. The tarantula and the scorpion went nowhere.

“Already, Darling. You are safe now.” Hugged my body.

“Now, we're way up, yeah. Can it? Strong, gak?” I nodded weakly. Then my body climbed up the stairs. Still with flashlight on his phone. Just climbing a few steps, my vision was blurry and getting darker.

*****

I blinked and opened my eyes because of the noise. Slowly my eyes began to light up, but the head felt dizzy, the stomach sore and the throat dry. I'm monitoring the surroundings. As these eyes hit the figure of the man hanging by his feet, I was suffocated in shock, but my cry was again held back by something that was attached to this mouth. Duct tape. What else is this? We weren't free? Then why is it that my husband and I are being held at the same time?

“Hmmmm!” I murmured with all my might while shaking my head, begging my husband not to be tortured again. Tears trickled seeing my husband battered and weak and hanging in an inverted position. His face is pale. His condition is very worrying.