WOMEN AND GRAVES
ROOM WITH GHOST
The heat faded and the sun was about to plunge into the horizon of the sea, indicating that the day was already late in the afternoon. Meanwhile, Kumal and Beautiful Ghost were still in contract, trapped in an unexpected holdup. Maledom. Unknowingly, they drifted into dreamland, even though they were still sitting while leaning their heads against each other. They are like souls floating on a wishful roof.
Oh, they don't even realize, that a fly intends to disturb their deep sleep. The fly flew blindly, making a noise, then barged into Kumal's nose. The young man sensed it, there was a flying fly, in the right nostril.
Kumal rubbed his nose, making the fly annoyed, so the fly made more noise in the young man's nostril. Kumal sneezed, and because of that sneeze his body became out of control and lost balance. They fell down, fell into a soft bed.
They opened their eyes, woke up, turned their heads, then met each other. They're panicking. Kumal was misbehaving, and Beautiful Ghost hugged her own body as if someone was about to snatch her away. “What are you doing? What do not-don't ..”
“I didn't rape you,” cut Kumal fast. “Do you not remember, earlier you took my hand and we fell asleep because we were too tired.”
Beautiful Ghost giggled at the disheveled look of the accused Kumal. “Yes, yes, Kumal, I trust Kok,” whispered Beautiful Ghost. And that was the first time Beautiful Ghost called Kumal's real name. “But really, I thought you did.”
That sentence was really like an arrow stuck in Kumal's chest, saying that dirty thing made Kumal's ears hot. “I won't do it with ghosts.”
“Barakkah. Even though the ghost is beautiful like me?” Beautiful Ghost was deliberately asked that, just to make the cheeks more red.
And Kumal himself realized that, he was not a mouse that would be trapped in the same trap a second time. I'm kind of replying to that question with charm, “Once you're right. Your beauty is like red wine, maybe I will continue to look at you, although intoxicating and even though blood should be a bet.”
“Oh yes, although I am a ghost?”
“Although you're a demon once.”
The harmonious arrangement of words immediately incarnated the flowers on the head of Beautiful Ghost, he blushed in shame, although embarrassed he admitted that he was embarrassed. He looked away, hiding an unbearable smile. “You are good at stringing words, Kumal. If my guess is correct, am I really dealing with a poet now?”
A poet? How did he know I was a poet? Do ghosts have the ability to know every human position? Ah, where could it have happened, now such a question floated in Kumal's head.
“You need not hesitate to say that you are indeed a poet,” continued Beautiful Ghost after a long time Kumal was silent. “For a long time, I also had a lover of a poet. So I'm very memorized, how a poet shows his fangs in front of women.”
Now that Kumal had no more reason to dodge, there seemed to be no harm in showing a real face to a ghost. “Yes, I am a poet. But, I am not a famous poet, I am just a poor poet looking for life in some media. And remember this! Not all poets are crazy about women.”
“Yes, not all, but almost ..” says Beautiful Ghost imitates the voice of a Madurese poet.
They were both laughing, not knowing what they were laughing at, but it all looked funny that afternoon. They are getting closer and closer. I also thought, there is no harm in making friends and living with this beautiful ghost. “Hai, Kumal,” call Beautiful Ghost while rolling on the mattress approaching Kumal's body.
“Do not be near, neither ghosts and humans are close together,” Kumal said so cold, although in fact he also wanted it to happen.
“You're evil!” Beautiful Ghost came back pouting, and he looked even more cute. “You're evil! Until now, you never asked me my name.”
“Do you have a name? All right, what's your name, Miss?”
Beautiful Ghost is so excited, he was happy to introduce himself, “My name is Fana Ismi, and you can call me Fi.”
I paused for a moment to think, there was a strange thing, he asked the name to the owner. “Fi? Where did you steal the word ‘Fi’? isn't your long name Fana Ismi?”
“Tolol!” Fana Ismi rubs Kumal's head again. “Fana Ismi abbreviated..”
“Fi,” Reply Kumal accordingly.
“That's you smart!”
“So that Fi stands for your long name?!”
“Iya,” reply Fana Ismi while showing a row of teeth. He could not help but laugh from the funny behavior of the young man by his side.
They also drifted into a pretty cool conversation. Fana Ismi told many stories about life when she was alive. Fana Ismi is quite popular in school, so many men who fight over it, despite having to fight the only way. Fana Ismi is proud of her beauty and she uses that beauty to the best of her ability. With that beauty, he can enslave men at will, such as driving him anywhere, buying him anything, even men are willing to lose anything for the sake of a Fana Ismi. Beautiful Ghost giggles when telling stories about it, he looks like an evil ghost with a pretty sweet face.
However, the story of young Fana Ismi who can conquer all the men ended, when her parents betrothed her to a quiet young man. The young man was quite boring, but he was actually very kind. Fana Ismi was married to the young man, and many worshippers wept at the loss. For Fana Ismi, the young man was lucky to get a wife like himself, or even Fana Ismi who was lucky to get a good husband like that young man.
“Then since when do you have the lover of a poet?” kumal chirps can't wait for fragments about ‘poer’ told.
“Sabar, Kumal. Don't cut adult stories as good as brewing coffee,” Fana Ismi scolds. Kumal also looked down because he felt guilty, it seemed he gave space for beautiful Ghosts to continue the story while still alive.
Then Fana Ismi returned to tell the story:
A poet comes to destroy the small family of Fana Ismi. The poet always seduced her, even though she knew, that Fana Ismi was married and had a husband. Early Fana Ismi indifferent, for a long time he felt opium by the delivery of a letter containing the poems of the poet. The poet, whether by any magic, made Fana Ismi lose consciousness, so she dared to cheat on her husband.
“Mantap!” praise Kumal instantly, it seems he is on the side of the poet in the story. “It is great that the poet can melt your heart that is very stupid towards men. He also made you turn away from your husband, didn't he?”
Fana Ismi just nodded confirming, she was a bit upset when the story was cut into pieces as good as peeling in the morning.
“The poet intrigued me, is that the poet a famous poet? Where can I get a book of his poems? Tell me, Fi, let's say that he has many books of poetry.”
Fana Ismi stared intently at him, “It seems that your love is beyond my love for that poet.”
“Really?” Half-heartedly distrusting that assumption. “Maybe because we are both poets, so I can feel the great aura of the poet after hearing your story.”
“Your guess is wrong,” reply Fana Ismi crushes hope Kumal. “The poet is only a vagrant poet who gives his poetry to beggars of love in the corners of the village.”
“Really?” tanya Kumal was limp. “But I still want to know what his name is. What is the poet's name, Fi?”
“Hem...,” Beautiful Ghosts for a moment looks to think of something. “I forgot ..”
“I forgot, I haven't had a shower since this morning,” said Fana Ismi then straightened out.
The ghost may take a towel without permission, then drift towards the bathroom. Meanwhile, Kumal kept the questions that Fana Ismi had to answer so as not to leave curiosity later on. The question is sort of, can ghosts also take a bath? Why do ghosts have to take a shower? Is Fana Ismi showering? And other questions. “Tu.. tu... wait, Fi!” megat Kumal made Fana Ismi's move come to a halt.
“Why? Would you like to take a shower together?” fana Ismi asked a bit indecent, again making Kumal's cheeks flushed and forgot all the questions he had prepared just now.
“Ti.. ti.. no! Ehem!” Kumal coughed so as not to look like a nervous person, he confirmed his throat, then continued his speech. “Where might I take a bath with a ghost.”
The words also made the ear lobe of Fana Ismi hot, she showed a sullen face again, then floated as fast as possible to the bathroom and slammed the door quite hard. Yes, Kumal said that for the sake of self-esteem, even though he actually wanted to see a beautiful ghost bathing figure. Might as well. Yeah, it might be.
Kumal sat on the edge of the mattress with trembling knees while waiting for Fana Ismi to take a bath. Every time the sound of water came, the young man felt goosebumps all over his body. He is not used to being in a house with women, especially women are ghosts. Fortunately, a knock on the door saved, turning his eyes to the bathroom for a moment.
Kumal also got up from the mattress and forced his feet to step into the doorway, although a bit lazy. He opened the door, a woman with a fat body but always wearing tight clothes that looked ruffled waist and stood there. “Bu Yunit,” greet Kumal to the owner of the contract while crying.
“When will you pay off the rent?” said Bu Yunit directly to the core, he stuck out his palm.
Kumal just scratched his head that did not itch, then begged for mercy in a dishonorable way. “Sorry, Miss Yunit, not the intention of the servant to give hope again to beautiful women with red cheeks of watermelon. I am so helpless, Mom. Honor the poem of the servant is not down-and-down. But I promise, I will lift my foot from this contract if next week I have not yet deposited rent.”
“I don't eat words!” reply Bu Yunit seemed not interested in the series of words that I had prepared.
It makes Kumal's head dizzy, if the word is not working, in what way he must make Bu Yunit love him. He still wants to live in this contract, he also does not want to be far from the woman he likes. When Kumal's brain was dead-end, Fana Ismi who had just taken a bath came to check who had knocked on the door.
The ghostly hair was still wet, he looked at Bu Yunit's never-matching body and clothes with a probing gaze. However, it was not the gaze that stole Kumal's gaze, but the body of Fana Ismi who was now clean and wet. She looks so beautiful even more than an angel. “Have you taken a shower?” kumal asked pleasantries and forgot about Bu Yunit who was still standing in front of him.
“Mal, am I going to answer that silly question of yours. While you yourself already know, I finished the bath,” reply Fana Ismi was a bit careless. He was still upset about the Kumal words before taking a bath.
And meanwhile, Bu Yunit, who was unaware of the ghost in the contract, thought Kumal's words were on him. He was offended to the point of smelling his own body to make sure that he did not smell too much.
“You're still angry? I'm just fascinated by you, it turns out you can take a shower, that means your body can smell too? I should have smelled carrion when I was near you,” attacked Kumal to start a quarrel.
“What do you mean, Mal! What you said, mother never took a bath, so it smells like carcass,” not Fana Ismi who attacked back, even Bu Yunit represents. He did not hear the previous sentence because he was busy kissing his own body, so what he heard was a sentence related to ‘bangkai’.
Beautiful Ghost giggled at the response, it seemed that he did not need to retaliate against Kumal's evil treatment, for now the young man had gotten the sap of his own rude words. Damnit damnit! Kumal sat in his mind, he again realized, that he was talking to Bu Yunit. “Sorry, Miss Yunit, just now I no longer chat with mom,” said Kumal blatantly.
“Then who are you chatting with? Ghost!”
“Iya.”
“Ha...,” Bu Yunit was stunned to hear Kumal agree. “There are ghosts in this contract?!”
“Iya, Mom. There are ghosts in this contract,” replied Kumal honestly.
Instantly Bu Yunit's body creeped out, his feathers trembled, and his head thought a no-no. To cover up his fear, he laughed hard enough to make Kumal his own freak. “Do you hurt?” he then touched Kumal's forehead. “Heat. You're really sick. Take care of your health, maybe because of the honor that is not down and down you are a little crazy because of frustration. It's really horror.”
Then Bu Yunit soon passed, he said, next month Kumal must pay the rent in full. He was a bit shaky and seemed to run small avoiding the contract. Hurry up Kumal came back in and closed the door.
The young man seemed happy to be able to stay even longer, although in the next few weeks he would not find any more scolding from Bu Yunit, but he did not care about it, he was even more happy if it was indeed - it would happen.
“Who is he?” fana asked Ismi later, messing with Kumal's excitement.
“Contract owner,” reply Kumal brief.
“He looks like a bull about to butcher.”
“Jaga what you said!” Kumal ride pitam. “He is my future-in-law.”
Beautiful Ghost does not want to laugh, but after hearing the word ‘candidate-in-law’, he could not control himself and just immediately twisted.
“Why are you laughing at me?”
“Do you really fall in love with the child of that ferocious bull,” point Fana Ismi outside, the last place Bu Yunit passed.
“Stop calling him a bull. His son is very different from his mother. Her child is very beautiful, even flowers are bowed shy of her beauty.”
“Means he's looking forward to me dong.”
“Why is that?” tanya Kumal was astonished and curious.
“Didn't you ever tell me, ‘Really the full moon lost to the beauty of your face, Nona’” Fana Ismi mimicked the sloppy and sloppy speech, making the young man annoyed at having to remember the events of that night.”While her beauty, just makes the flowers shy, right?”
“Stop bringing up those accidental tipping.”
Kumal's cheeks turned red, either out of shame or out of anger. What is clear, Beautiful Ghost also relented, he floated closer to Kumal to apologize. “I'm sorry, I'm kidding.”
Kumal budging.
“Oh yes, try to tell me how the woman's stature is? and how could you fall in love with her?” lure Fana Ismi by using the woman as bait.
And true, Kumal's face became cramped and he was very enthusiastic to tell who and when he knew the woman.
