BLACKSMITHING
A gift from Barjo

“You young people don't know themselves! Receive the gift from me,” muttered Barjo while stomping his feet three times to the ground.

Instantly the wind blew from behind them, and hit the young man to make him fall down.

“Aduh!” luh Iwan the young man who was targeted by Barjo.

“Lah ... What is the path to Wan? How could it fall. Come stand!” said a resident while helping him stand up.

“Iwan Iwan, you are qualified anyway. That's why by the way it's guarded!” the other sahut.

“You deliberately push me? Is there a problem am I with you guys?” bentak Iwan's.

“Bab boy jerky! Why do I push you rich no work!” sahut a middle-aged man.

“Sorry, but earlier Mas fell alone,” Ardi gave an explanation.

“Mana there! Obviously I was pushed from behind!” Iwan insisted.

The faces of some residents also changed, they seemed to be silent while looking around the forest.

“Do not let the Iwan in the waiting job here. Uhh ... I go first,” said the middle-aged man while shuddering.

“Uhukk! Uhukkk!” Iwan kept coughing all the way out of the forest.

“You why else Wan? The feeling of his cough did not stop,” asked the middle-aged man.

“No idea that there is rich stuck in my chest throat is also tight,” said Iwan while panting.

“It is better after this Mas go home and rest,” said Ardi. 

They also came out of the forest, Iwan had to go home because he felt unwell. At his house Iwan sat on the terrace while adjusting his breath, a feeling of tightness and stuffing in the throat made it difficult to breathe.

Because Iwan could not stand it anymore Iwan drank a lot of water so that the sense of blockage was lost but it did not seem to have the slightest effect. Iwan then reached into the throat with his finger, he was surprised because there was something in his throat slowly Iwan pulled it.

The pain was so felt in Iwan's throat, slowly it began to come out. Iwan was more surprised because what he pulled from his throat turned out to be a long strand of hair.

The more the hair was pulled out, the more Iwan's throat hurt and even bleed.

“Aaarrghh!” Iwan groaned in pain.

Because Iwan could not bear to pull the hair forcibly and resulted in Iwan removing a lot of blood from his mouth.

“Yes Allah Wan! You why?” yelled Iwan's mother who saw Iwan's mouth filled with blood.

“B-bu ask for water,” says Iwan lirih.

“Wan .. why kok iso koyo ngene (kok can be like this) Wan,” Iwan's mother cried while thrusting a glass of water.

Without further ado Iwan immediately drank the water, instead of relieving the pain of the water it even made Iwan more pain.

With a limp Iwan stood while held by his mother Iwan laid his body on the mattress. Iwan's mother, worried about Iwan's condition, tries to ask Ki Damar for help.

Iwan's mother quickly walked towards Ki Damar's house.

“Assalamualaikum Ki?” he said while banging on the door of Ki Damar's house.

“Walaikumsalam,” sounds greetings from inside the house.  

“Mbok? What was? It looks very panicked,” said Ki damar after opening the door.

“Anu Ki, can Ki Damar call mantri,” he said.

“Mantry? Who hurts Mbok?” ask Ki Damar's wife.

“That's the Iwan, his mouth out of blood,” he said.

After waiting for some time a duck bike was seen stopping in front of Ki Damar's house.

“Assalamualaikum Ki,” said.

“Walaikumsalam Pak Mantri,” says Ki Damar.

“Who hurts Ki?” ask Mantri.

“My son Mr. Mantri,” the middle-aged woman replied.

“Come on Mr Mantri! Fast!” walk while walking outside.

Mantri and Ki Damar followed him until he got home.

“This is Mr. Mantri my son” he said.

Seen Iwan lying limp with a pale face and clothes that are still full of blood spots, Mantri quickly checked the state of Iwan.

“Mas can open his mouth? While getting out his tongue yes,” said Mantri.

Iwan opens his mouth, while Mantri directs his small flashlight into Iwan's mouth.

“Aman no signs of injury, just a little inflammation,” said the Mantri.

“But my throat is very sore Mr. Mantri, even to drink water is very painful,” said Iwan lirih.

“Then what about the blood that came out of the mouth of my son Mr Mantri?”

“What before Mas is coughing badly? Or having a disorder in his stomach?” ask Mantri.

“Initially there was something stuck in my throat, when I pulled my throat was very painful and immediately bleeding very much,” said Iwan.

“Any, because when I checked there were no signs of getting hurt,” Mantri was a little confused.

“What object Wan? What did you eat?” ask Ki Damar.

“Hair Ki,” says Iwan briefly.

Instantly all silence heard the words of Iwan and did not end up thinking with Iwan's answer.

Mantri decided to give some medicine and advised Iwan to check Iwan to the hospital.  

Ki Damar was very anxious about Iwan's situation because of an unnatural thing, he was afraid that Iwan would have the same fate as Tito and others.  

In the evening Iwan went to his neighbor's house to ask for help to take Iwan to the hospital. Iwan who was alone in his house suddenly felt like something was moving in his stomach, because he felt uncomfortable he opened his clothes in front of the mirror.

As he undressed, he saw his stomach double, intense pain felt by Iwan, his stomach felt like it was being torn to shreds until Iwan regurgitated the reddish-black liquid from his mouth.

Iwan immediately fell on the floor filled with blood. Iwan's breathing gasped while holding his stomach.

Frustration surrounded Iwan's mind, he continued to groan in pain until Iwan's consciousness disappeared.

A few minutes later Iwan opened his eyes however, Iwan's eyes were blank but with a look full of fear. Iwan could not control his body.  

He stood up and walked slowly towards the kitchen, Iwan's body had been controlled by a subtle creature, Iwan took out a kitchen knife tucked between the wood of his kitchen wall.

RRETT!

Iwan slashed his own stomach slowly, his blood flooding the floor made of cement. Iwan's eyes widened in pain but he could not take over his body.

Iwan's sobs were heard but he could not open his mouth not when the gaping wound of his stomach widened as his hand continued to slash his own stomach until something from his stomach fell partly to the floor and partly still hanging in stomach.

Iwan's breathing was increasingly irregular until he could open his mouth, a hoarse voice slowly ejected from Iwan's mouth.

The groan of pain could not be contained by him, tears poured down until his body collapsed onto the floor filled with pools of blood.