WOMEN AND GRAVES
WHO IS THAT BEAUTIFUL WOMAN?
When Dawn began to break, the roosters broke the silence. How meritorious the rooster, he was willing to wake up as early as possible—without bathing first—to stand gallant in a high place to wake the humans who sometimes are ‘dumb amat’.
Cigarettes make the ear lobe of Kumal move a little, and of course it is still not enough to wake the molder like himself. If the window of the room does not open and the bias of dawn light hit his left eye, maybe he will not wake up until noon later.
The light created a glare in Kumal's eyes, he was forced to get up, even though he didn't want to get up. He got out of his bed, sat down, rubbed his eyes and wiped the dirt on the corners of his eyes with his index finger. In order to overcome aches after sleep, he also stretched his bones while yawning widely. He's still sleepy.
Kumal wants to return to lay the body on the mattress, seagrass, unexpected things to undo the intention. When he was about to lay down his body, he felt something strange on his side. He tried to look, even though he didn't want to look. And true, there was a beautiful woman sleeping sweetly on her side. Yes, I want to be sure, she is a beautiful woman.
Of course, about the beautiful woman in her bed that really makes Kumal panic. How can there be a woman in this contract, while she herself lives alone. Even more astonishing, the woman and Kumal slept side by side all night. How could? The question kept lurking in Kumal's ear lobe. The young man is confused, should be grateful or vice versa.
Kumal tried to calm down first, to remember the incident last night that he almost forgot. Kumal gripped his head, sat quietly, closed his eyes to return to where he was last night. Yeah, he's starting to remember. Remembering fragments of unexpected events that happened last night.
Even so, the beautiful woman was still asleep. The wind from the window stroked her hair and gave the woman some comfort. He was completely unaware of the panic that had occurred this morning. The beautiful woman can be said to have acted ‘dumb amat’.
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After closing Kumal's eyes and saying such an annoying sentence, “I will open your inner eyes,” Old Man instantly disappears. I'm looking for the whereabouts of Old Man. However, no matter how much he tried to search, Old Man did deliberately not want to show his thick mustache again.
Where did the old man go? I wonder in my heart. The old man disappeared so quickly and also did not leave any traces. About it makes Kumal feeling a little worried, but slowly, the young man also chose to behave ‘dumb amat’.
That stupid old man, Kumal thought. However, deep in the bottom of his heart, he was still curious about Old Man and his words that said that his inner eyes were already open. That said, if the human inner eye has been opened, then the human can see the appearance of a ghost. Yeah, now Kumal can see ghosts.
And Kumal tried to test that inner eye. From that moment he was faced with a cemetery and darkness, did not people say, ghosts were wandering in the darkness and the cemetery? However, not a single ghost showed a bad face apparently in front of Kumal. Bizarrely. However, now he is increasingly convinced, that ghosts have never existed on this earth.
Tired of looking for ghosts, Kumal was about to go home to the rented. There was no reason for him to linger in this place, his lover had run away and the Old Man also disappeared without a trace, it was better that he went home.
On the way home, when Kumal's steps stopped, he deliberately stopped his steps when he saw a beautiful woman. He was really fascinated by the beauty of the woman's face. The beautiful woman was sitting on a gravestone in a moody state, but even so, she was still beautiful.
The beautiful woman had long straight hair. He wore plain dark blue brackets, making him look like a hospital patient. Who is that beautiful woman? Why is he here at night? I wouldn't ask such questions. He approached, like a wolf who would not let his prey go.
Maybe the beautiful woman was a patient who ran away from the hospital, because it was not at home with hundreds of pills or doctors who always showed syringes. Or perhaps, that woman is just like me, equally obsessed with graves. That's how it got in Kumal's head. He forgot that his eyes were open.
“Hai, Miss Beautiful, what a full moon to lose the beauty of your face,” greet Kumal by lowering your back. The woman was somewhat jolted by the presence of the unknown man. “May I know your name, also why women as beautiful as Miss even play around in the grave?”
“A..a... can you see me?” the woman replied nervously.
Kumal gave a handful of smiles, nervous of the woman, gave the youth room to continue giving beautiful words. “Oh, Miss, what do you mean? Mana may be a servant-like man, wasting the sight of an angel like you.”
It seems that Kumal has not yet understood the woman's words. “Of course, I can see your beauty, Miss.”
“While the woman you adore is a ghost?”
“Yes, even if you are ha..” Kumal's words were cut off, he fell backward, his tongue instantly becoming mute. “Ha... ha... ghost? So you're a ghost?!”
The woman nodded in confirming.
even a cold sweat drops from the pores of the Kumal body. His face immediately turned pale. The feathers stand up. His tongue was thick and hard to speak. And he started to wiggle back in fear.
However, the ghost giggled instead, and his laughter really resembled a kuntilanak. He was spinning and hovering around Kumal's trembling body. The beautiful ghost only felt funny with the behavior of the young man in front of him.
After being satisfied to laugh at Kumal, the beautiful ghost turned to float near his ears. Kumal shuddered more and more horrified to see the ghost approaching, even though the ghost was indeed beautiful. The beautiful ghost whispered, “O young man, do you still want to seduce a ghost lady like me?”
Kumal quickly shook his head, “No! Nah! I don't want.”
The ghost drifted away a few steps. “Why?” the beautiful ghost acted as if surprised. “Why don't you want to seduce me anymore? am I not beautiful.” The ghost put on a sweet face and his face was really sweet, even though it was already sweet before. Kumal almost fell asleep. Looks like the ghost was deliberately playing with Kumal.
I quickly shook his head again, “No! Nah! you are a ghost.”
“But just now you called me a beautiful lady who matched the beauty of the moon.”
“I just accidentally.”
“Really?”
“Iya it's true, you are indeed beautiful, but you're a ghost!”
“What's wrong with a ghost having a pretty face.”
“Ghost is still a ghost! And I'm so scared of ghosts!” pekik Kumal, loud, thus creating an echo.
The beautiful ghost was silent for a moment, he stared fixedly at Kumal's pale face. He pityed, but the young man was very funny, and the ghost acted ‘dumb amat’ and laughed again. “Haha, you are funny! You were acting like a brave man, but actually you're just a scared loser looking at ghosts. Haha, what's your name?”
“Kumal,” tetiba the young man answered aloud, he stood up, the fear that had enveloped his body instantly vanished. He became a brave Kumal again. “My name is G. Kumal Aksara and I'm not a loser!”
