Cambodian Ward
Chapter 21 ~ Spirit Complementary Assignment

“Kill the man who got in my way!” shouted Munir.

I closed my eyes and my mouth said a prayer. Suddenly the creatures screamed. Munir panicked because his pyrrh disappeared, maybe for good.

“You cannot be underestimated.”

The man smirked cynically then took the keris that was on his ritual table and approached me.

“Wouldn't I be a complement to your collision, you'd better be patient because it's not time to end my life.”

It turned out that my words did not manage to make the man angry, instead removing the keris from its sheath and ready to draw it into my body. However, it failed because Andra regained consciousness and directly aimed his kick at Munir's body.

I shuffled towards the door with my tormented energy. The pain all over my body was like splitting the body.

“Aaaa.” As much as I could, I shifted the door and shouted. “Pak Burhan, I'm here. Help me, there's Andra here too. Mr. Burhan ..”

Apparently I was wrong, Mr. Burhan was captured by Narto and Gopal. They walked towards me, Mr. Burhan is already battered. Sister Dian tailed behind. We were all in that room. Andra leaned against the wall, her stomach pierced with keris. The uniform worn is thick with blood stains.

I screamed and muttered as my body was lifted and laid on the ritual table. Both of my hands were tied, making me no longer free to move. It seems like I didn't make it, my whole body really hurt from the wound. My vision began to blur, the voices of Andra and Mr. Burhan I still heard.

“Mother,” I said softly.

Beside me stood the devil taking the life of the sacrifice in the Cambodian ward. The creature's face is very creepy, but I don't care. The fear and shudder when he saw it no longer existed.

Suddenly I remembered Mom, she might have been upset that I hadn't seen her, if I hadn't gone tonight she would have been so sad.

The creature extended its hand touching my body. My chest hurt as if it was hit by a big rock. From the tip of the foot pain radiates upwards. This is what death feels like. My breathing also started to get heavy.

Could it be the end of my life?

My body was convulsing, my mouth was not stopping. The voice of Andra and Mr. Burhan called me. I closed my eyes because I was so tired. But I saw Dad. Father smiled waving his hand.

I remember the verse that my father and Mr. Burhan taught me. Slowly I read it. My breathing began to settle, I read it again and the pain in my chest slowly disappeared. The creature moved away and shouted. I went back to chanting the holy verse.

“Smute his mouth!” shouted Munir.

I don't know whose hand shuts my mouth, but in my heart I keep chanting prayers. Suddenly the hand that was holding my mouth slowly came off. I saw them retreat. Narto, Gopal and Sister Dian. This room is visited by demons who take away lives.

I slowly sat down to see what was going on.

“Give me time, I can finish this collision. It only takes four more lives.”

The four people were increasingly cornered because the creatures had approached them. Apparently the time that Munir had to meet was up. He failed to fulfill the twenty-five lives that had to be prepared in one month each year.

“That girl, she has a pure soul. His spirit can make you strong,” said Munir while pointing at me.

I heard Mr. Burhan chanting prayers to make the creatures disturbed. The door of the room could not be opened. Sister Dian shouted while hitting the door, she hoped that someone would hear and save her.

“You will get a reward, all this time you prepare a collision and this time you will be the one who will be the victim,” I said.

“No, I don't want to. Amel, help me. Andra help me,” shouted Sister Dian.

“Nak Amel, please Mr. Father's family in the village, pity them,” said Pak Narto.

I just shook my head, because I would not be able to help them but God. All this time they ignore God and act like God by ending people's lives.

The four people cursed and blamed each other. I still hear Mr. Burhan chanting prayers, and Andra. I returned to the same prayer. We can't stop those creatures from taking the lives of Munir, Narto, Gopal and Sister Dian.

They scream and they are in pain. The four people became a complement to the Cambodian ward's tumbang pesugihan.

My eyes are still staring at the four bodies, the people who are blinded by the world, whether what they pursue to deify the demons. There, I saw the figure of Ningrum. He smiled and waved his hand. The chain that had previously shackled his spirit was already invisible. I hope he leaves quietly.

“Andra,” call Mr. Burhan.

“I'm fine sir, this is not too dangerous. Amel, look at Amel.”

Mr. Burhan approached me.

“Nak Amel.”

“Nak Amel.”

“Amel. Mel, you're my denger. Don't sleep Mel, please.”

Andra was very noisy, I was tired very tired.

...***...

 “Woy, princess sleeping. Wake up!”

I blinked my eyes, squirming slowly. I still feel pain in some parts of my body. Thankful that I am safe, God still loves me.

“Mel, I want to see Doni. You are accompanied by Andra yes. Your brother can come home today.”

“Hm.”

I sat down, Andra was on the couch. He was also a patient, but he went for a walk and is now in my room.

“We should only have one room, so do not bother to go there to here.”

I was lazy to respond to Andra's words. With Doni alone I was not allowed one room, on the grounds of hospital procedures. The door of my room opened someone, I smiled seeing the woman standing up and shook her head looking at Andra.

“Truly yes, back to your room.”

“Amel no one looks after Bu.”

“Let Mother take care, your father has come.”

“Iya, yes.”

“Where is Amel, what is still felt?”

“My feet Bu.”

“Sabar yes,” said Andra's mother while rubbing my head.

I just nodded my head. I'm currently in treatment after the incident that night. As a health worker, I can predict the injuries on my feet will impact my future. Munir stepped on making my ankle crack and seriously injured. I can be sure I won't be able to walk normally like before.

“Not at home Mom, I want to go home.”

“Sama, I also want to go home.”

I saw Andra coming out of the room, but now I'm sitting on the couch again. Turns out he came again with Mr. Burhan.

“Nak Amel, is it better?”

“Iya Pak.”

“Nobody bothers you again ‘kan?” ask Mr. Burhan.

I'm just smiling. My advantages are still the same, can see ‘they’, even last night I saw an invisible figure. It seems like I have to be more attuned to their presence, as long as it doesn't bother me.

“There sir, tuh,” point me at Andra.

“Gue does not disturb times, anyways where there is a appearance of a handsome shape like gini.”

I'm sorry to hear Andra's narcissistic. Either the hospital will do what with the Cambodian ward.