WOMEN AND GRAVES
DATING IN THE GRAVE
On the branch of the mango tree, the owl perched quietly with a sharp gaze around. The bird snores. Its fur is thick like a blanket, protecting its body from the wind that brings the cold. Tonight was pretty cold, too.
Even more annoying, when the raven continues to echo along the public cemetery area. The crow flew around the cemetery, as if it were his domain. Or maybe, the crow was just looking for prey for dinner tonight.
Not only owls and crows, the night animals such as crickets and frogs participate in singing to break the silence of the night. Tonight was really annoying. The lights illuminating the cemetery had already begun to dim, the weeds were made to dance by the wind, and some of the headstones were cropped up eaten by time.
Tonight the funeral did look gripping, however, a pair of teenagers even came closer. They joined hands, broke through the thickets, and illuminated the path with flashlights. Oh, what do those lovers think? and what are they going to do alone in a desolate and terrifying burial ground?
He began to get answers after the woman asked a question. “Where are we going, Mal? Don't we have a date tonight?” so ask the woman bitterly. Apparently, the darkness had stimulated her hair to stand up.
Kumal did not immediately answer his lover's question, the public funeral was getting closer, he wanted to answer his lover's question at that place. He pulled the hand of his lover, then walked more hastily. Arriving at the row of graves, Kumal also gave an answer that was delayed. “Yes, we are indeed dating.”
“What do you mean we're dating? Isn't this a grave.”
The woman shuddered even more in horror, rows of graves with dim lights, almost making her want to pee in her pants. He wanted to run away from that place. However, he still wanted to hear Kumal's reply, the man he had been after all this time, and had now become his lover.
“Yes, this is indeed a graveyard, and we will be dating in the grave,” Kumal reply so cold.
The woman seemed to have been played. Which woman wants to be invited on a date in the cemetery, even though the man is very fond of it. Impossible. No woman on earth wants to be treated like that. Similarly to the woman, her chest felt tight, and the scent of love in her had incarnated into hate.
Unable to stem the pain of being played, the woman slapped Kumal's cheek. “Stupid crocodile! I thought you were a romantic guy, it turns out you're just a loser with a weird obsession.” The woman passed from before him.
The machete was stroking her cheek when she left, the slap was quite loud, and it looked very painful. Being slapped and left for dead, it sucks. Who would have thought, that was what the man wanted. In retrospect, the woman was the twenty-second woman I had been dating to a public funeral. And as you may have guessed, twenty-two times Kumal was slapped and thrown away.
Ah, Kumal does not really like the woman because, he only loves women who he can date in the cemetery. I don't know, why does he have such a strange ambition? no one knows, except for Kumal himself.
And now—because of his silly ambition it—Kumal stands alone in this graveyard land. He looked around with his own eyes, frangipani flowers swaying, rats occasionally flashed, raven-like koaks kept echoing, and sometimes the wind resembling tentacles gently felt his body.
There are many memories in this public cemetery, perhaps because it was also Kumal chose a contract not far from the cemetery. Although the moon was occasionally engulfed in black clouds, he still saw clearly the shadow of the little boy running between the gravestones. He smiled, a portrait of a child was hanging in his head.
Kumal wants to go back to that time, a time when he considered the grave as a home. “We are all going to die, son, and the grave is our last home,” those words come back ringing, making it powerless to stem tears. He quickly wiped away the tears, before they fell, and before anyone could see them. As that person said in the past, abstain for men to cry!
And in the midst of Kumal lamenting the memories of childhood, there was the sound of applause from the back. Who her? It's entrenched. How the applause grew louder and louder, indicating that the unknown figure had stepped closer. And as soon as the atmosphere became silent, the applause stopped along with the cessation of the night beast singing.
Who the hell is he? The machete is back. The unknown figure was now right in front of him, he showed the appearance of an old man in all black clothes and a thick mustache. “Great is also strange, you invited the woman earlier on a date in this land of death,” praise the old man.
Apparently, the old man had been in this place for a long time, quietly from behind a tree, he watched the show of two lovebirds who were chatting with each other. “Who are you? Why are you in this place? Why are you even peeping at us?” some questions floated from Kumal's mouth.
The old man laughed, revealing a row of teeth rarely. “What's your name young man?”
“Cumal,” replied the young man. “G. Aksara”.
“A pretty beautiful name for a freak like you.”
“Who are you calling weird?!” Kumal boarded apitam, Old Man who came out of nowhere it has called ‘aneh’ and made him angry.
“You,” reply quiet, look like an innocent person.”Yes, of course you are strange.”
“You are brave enough, strange young man,” continued the Old Man for not getting a reply. “And why are you so obsessed with dating in the cemetery with your women?”
Kumal looked away, from the words of the Old Man just now, he also knew that the Old Man was not this time just peeking at the relationship of Kumal with his women. “Not your business!” reply Kumal with duck chuckle.
“Are you not afraid?”
“Fear?” I'm freaking out hearing that kind of question, he just found out, that Old Man that sucks can also be joking. “What should I fear, Old Man?”
“Hantu.”
Again the answer shook Kumal's stomach, he could not stop laughing, although tears continued to pour and his stomach began to hurt. Old man, that's funny.
However, from Old Man's flat expression, it seemed that he was not joking. Is it possible that he spoke seriously, but I responded jokingly? Mumbly Thought. He stopped laughing and started a serious conversation. “Old Man, there are no ghosts on the face of this earth. Ghosts are only there for cowards.”
“Have you seen it?”
“See what?”
“Hantu.”
“Of course not. All my life, even though I thought of the grave as my own home, I never once saw a ghost. Ghosts don't exist.”
For a moment they were silent, Old Man stared intently at Kumal, from head to toe. He approached, whispering in Kumal's ear. “What do you want?”
“Interest what?”
“See”
“See what?”
“Hant”
“Your laugh is not funny, Old Man,” Kumal reply, he felt a strange aura surround his body. He also felt that Old Man was stranger than him.
Old Man approached and immediately he closed Kumal's eyes with his hands, but Kumal struggled. “What are you doing, Old man damn it!” as Kumal continues to wrangle.
“Stop moving, strange young man.”
“Don't call me ‘weird young’ again!” pekik Kumal was very upset.
Because the Old Man did not even take off his hand, Kumal chose to resign. Maybe he'll follow the old man's way of playing. The Old Man may have done evil, to walk even hard, Kumal thought looking for an excuse.
I started to act calm. Darkened. He could not look around because Old Man closed his eyes with his wrinkled hands. Long enough it lasted, until finally Old Man threw a word that makes the life of Kumal much more annoying. “I'll open your inner eye.” That word really sucks.
