Cambodian Ward
Chapter 24 ~ Hasn't Ended

“Andra,” I said without looking to the left while Andra was still muttering prayers. There was a sound of chains, it seemed like Sister Dian was stepping closer.

Andra shouted the holy verse so I made Sister Dian shout and the sound of chains as she moved away.

“Have you gone?” I asked with my hands still in Andra's grasp.

“Hm.”

“I didn't lie ‘kan? ‘they’ is still there, it could be not just the spirit of sister Dian who annoys us. Andra we have to how?” I was a bit of a whine.

I think it was over when that night Munir and the other three men were complementary to the frangipani ward's tumble, but the figure of Sister Dian who showed her form in front of me also Andra showed that this was not finished.

“Gue doesn't understand Mel. I'll ask Mom and Dad, maybe they've dealt with something like this. Now you eat yes.”

“Mother where has not come yet anyway.”

“Why Mother's nyari, instead of happy to be left alone,” said Doni who just came with Mom and immediately sat on the sofa.

“Loh not eaten yet.” Mother lifted the bowl of porridge, Andra shifted to give a place for Mother who directly thrust a spoon filled with porridge into the front of my mouth. “Eat, if you want to go home quickly."  

Andra just chuckled to see I was forced to take a bribe from Mom.

“Nak Andra eat first. Want to stay or go home?” mother asked still assiduously bribing me.

I gave Andra a look, as if to say that she should not leave. For this time I want to be selfish, it's up to Andra to assume I'm using it or not. It feels inadequate if you have to face the interference and affairs related to the Cambodian ward alone.

“Nginap Ma'am, some do not want to be left. The reason is still trauma.”

I raised my hand free from the infusion and formed a fist and I showed it to Andra. Mom hit my hand and Andra went to the sofa. Not long heard he was talking to Bang Doni.

“Already Mom, I don't like porridge. It's sick people's food.”

“Indeed you are sick again, if healthy will not lie here.”

After giving me a drink, Mom asked me to rest and fix the bedding. Indeed drowsiness like burdening my eyelids, I still see Mother who opens the cabinet beside the bed either looking for what and the sound of bang Doni chatter is also Andra.

“Andra, I do not leave,” I said softly because it was half unconscious. Bang Doni's voice somehow said that I don't hear anymore.

...***...

I feel like someone is following my steps. Without turning my head I accelerated and strangely the corridor that I was heading towards was endless when it was only a few meters away to the door. Why am I still here.

“Please!” I shouted while running in the endless corridor.

Waitaminute! Run, why can I run. Didn't my leg get hurt by that bangs4t Munir before he died as a fall. I stopped running and walked and looked down at my feet, which looked fine, even in a nurse's uniform.

After the incident that night, I had made a resignation letter and yesterday just had surgery so that my legs can walk normally. Was it a dream or was I dreaming right now.

“No, you don't dream.”

“Who are you?” I looked back, there was no one there.

“I can be whoever you want and I can help you solve the problem. Your physical condition is just a fingernail to me.”

I looked back and there was no one.

“Who are you?”

There is no lawfulness.

“Show you!”

Srek.

“Hah.”

I turned around because I felt a gust of wind from behind. My heart was pounding faster, imagining that what I was facing was not human.

Srek.

I turned back and turned around slowly making sure there was no one or anything behind me because the voice was clearly like someone walking from behind.

I heard a loud voice, again from behind.

“Hah.” I stepped back after turning around and saw a familiar figure.

“You are not Munir, he is dead because of his own actions.”

“Indeed. I can be anyone.”

The figure was changed to Pak Narto, Gopal and also sister Dian. The sound that is issued is also in accordance with its form. In my heart I chanted a prayer, which I was facing was no ordinary ghost.

“Free, I will not be lost just by your prayers earlier.”

Whahuh? He didn't flinch at the prayers Mr. Burhan and Dad once taught. Who exactly is he?

I was more confused when the form turned into a spirit dragging figure that I saw when there was a spirit of the victim of the collision.

“Munir is dead, but the ritual is not over. The agreement is still in progress and you can continue it.”

“Basic of the devil, I am not Munir who can justify any means to live a good life.”

Srek.

I stepped back, as the figure approached. His face was sinister, making me want to turn my face away.

“I can give you what you want. Health, treasure, throne even revenge.”

“No!”

“There is still time before the deadline for the delivery of the collision next year. Use that time as best you can and I make sure there are many conveniences that you will get. Only by replacing Munir became the owner of the pesugian.”  

“No! Go, I don't want.”

“Mel.”

“Hahh.”

I opened my eyes and breathed heavily as if I had just done a marathon. I felt sweat drenching my forehead and neck.

“Mother.” I looked around and made sure I was still in the treatment room. There was Andra and Bang Doni lying on the sofa while Mom was in bed not far from my bed. “Reacted only dreams.”

Looks like Munir's problem and his mess is quite disturbing to my sanity. After my legs improved I had to consult with ustadz or religious figures who were more familiar with the matter. I closed my eyes again, as it was still a few hours away from dawn.

“THERE IS STILL TIME UNTIL NEXT YEAR, BE A REPLACEMENT FOR MUNIR.”

A whisper in my ear made me blink again and look back, but there was no one.

“Can't be real, I'm sure the offer is just a dream.”

“TWENTY-FIVE LIVES IN A YEAR."

“No, I don't want to. Mama! Andra ... help me!”

My shout woke up all, who were approaching right away. Andra made sure of my condition, I looked panicked. I was still screaming hysterically, let alone the figure appearing and standing behind Andra. Only I can see it.

That thing terrorized me. I don't know for what, but I'm not interested in the Devil's offer. It felt like I was gil4, pointing at the area where only I could see the demonic figure. The doctor and a nurse tried to calm me down, and even Andra who cupped my face couldn't stop me from yelling.

“Go Devil, I don't want.”

“Amel, relax!”

I felt my arm being pricked by a needle and slowly I felt drowsiness also limp then.