Creepy Stories Of Eszed
I CUT IT OFF

"That's Jagil, That's Jagil!" The voice of a boy pointed towards me from a distance.

Hearing the screams of the boy, all the children who were there stopped their activities, and walked towards my yard.

Ah .... I miscalculated. It's sunday. This plant should be watered this afternoon, so that no one looks. Parents often put their children to bed during the day to protect their skin and hair from sunburn. Now they're coming and they're going to attack me again.

I could have pretended not to see them, and quickly entered the house and closed the meeting door. But the blue-clothed child immediately ran off in doom and screamed calling my name.

The sound of gasping breath that blows from his throat, illustrating how his efforts when stopping for a moment to catch his breath, after arriving at the bamboo fence of my yard.

"Aahh aahh. Wait a minute, Jagil." He swallowed his saliva to moisten the throat that had been struggling to gather air. I was still standing looking at her body adapting.

"There is no new story. You've all heard it." I turned off the faucet and rolled the hose to get ready to clean things up.

"Then tell me what you've told me, Jagil." A girl with two braids stood next to the boy. I didn't realize his presence there.

Everything's changing. Starting from my name, from my people's point of view, and from my life, except this one. Kids who like to gather on the porch of the house, just to listen to me tell stories about creepy things.

Jagil, call these villagers to me. Maybe it's an extension of Jaka Gila, I don't know. Even for the size of a small child, lightly call me Jagil, without frills Sir, Mas, Uncle, Om, or a proper designation for people older than them.

I can't blame them for giving it a strange nickname, because there's no smoke if there's no fire. I admit it was my attitude like a person who has been insane since the departure of him, Sari my lover.

Ah, I think everyone would also lose their sanity if they had to get word that his future wife died three days before the wedding.

Let alone to continue my work in the sub-district office, how to dress even sometimes I forget. Sometimes people find me walking for days in an uncertain direction, sometimes they even find me sitting and talking to myself.

Thank goodness it's just an old story. Maybe not being married to Sari while she was alive was God's plan for me. The woman who accompanied me at this moment was the best angel. She was the best wife who made me rise to this day.

I no longer work as I used to. The land is quite large, we did not waste it. We cultivate some groceries, vegetables and a small farm. To just keep the stomach full, we do not lack anything. If there are more, I will sell to the market to buy some needs.

Despite being ostracized, I don't feel lonely. Sometimes relatives of my wife from outside the village come to visit home to joke or sometimes bring souvenirs. My life feels normal again, even without the love of the villagers.

"Care Jagil. Tell us your story" said the boy in white, wiping his snot.

There were only two people here. Now it's three people, uh four people, ah five. Hmmm, last I counted, there were seven.

"Come in. But I'm not responsible if your parents are angry, when you gather at Si Jakil's house." I threatened.

Everything grinned, then let go of the sandals before setting foot onto the terrace. I sat in a lounge chair and they sat on the floor of the terrace which was always clean, thanks to my wife.

Their faces were excitedly waiting for me to open my mouth to start the story.

Hygiene ....

.....

In a region far from here, there lived a young man named Damar with his poor mother. Previously their lives were prosperous but after the passing of his father, the property they had had to be drained little by little, to meet various needs.

Damar's mother had to slam the bones just to avoid starving. Sometimes he helped pick vegetables owned by his neighbors, sometimes helped plant rice in the rice fields, sometimes he had to leave the morning to the market just to become pikul puli.

"I want a bike, Mom," whined Damar to his mother who had just returned from the market.

"Mom has no more money, son," while putting some withered vegetables given by the seller where he works looking for rupiah. "Can eat alone be grateful. If to buy a motorbike, I won't be able to," continued Damar's mother.

"I'm ashamed, Mom. All the young men in this village have a motorcycle, while I only ride on the bike ontel given by Dad. What if Santi picks another guy?" snapped Damar.

"If Santi really wants to be with you, he will accept all your circumstances" said the old woman.

BRACKET

The sound of the damar door slamming leaves not only vibrations on the wooden walls of their reot hut, but also a painful vibration in the Mother's heart.

Santi is the woman of any man's dreams. Beautiful and very charming. Santi's own father was a pretty respected person. The land is acres in size, the wealth is unmatched, they have thrones, treasures, and destiny that will leave people amazed and envious.

Damar manages to capture Santi's heart with his intelligence. The opportunity given by the mother to go to school is not wasted. If there are poor young people who pass Junior High just can not afford, it has become a natural thing, then it does not apply to Damar. Mother had promised the late father that his son would be smart, even if he had to sacrifice all their possessions.

But the worry about the financial condition of his family which is much different from Santi, often appears in the mind of Damar. She is afraid that one day Santi will turn away from her and choose another man who comes from a wealthy family and is.

A few days passed. The debate about motorbikes has not been discussed again. Damar intends to bring flowers to Santi picked from the garden of Bu Risa, his neighbor. He was allowed to pluck a few stalks, as it had helped the mother to water her plants.

Her heart was flowery, more beautiful than the flowers she was holding. But all withered after seeing a man from far away, came to Santi's house carrying a basket full of roses. Damar won't be able to buy that beautiful bouquet.

Heart's broken. The grasped rose had now injured his hand, without him noticing. Suddenly, Damar remembered something. That thing. Father's only relic. The remaining treasure.

.....

"What are you looking for. Damar?" his mother snapped when she found Damar throwing the whole closet.

"Where is that thing, Mommy?" asked Damar with sweat falling. Now he slammed his mother's drawer into pieces.

"What objects? Why is this how you look for it?" sahut his mother, furious.

"I'm going to propose to Santi. Now I'm giving you the ring that Dad gave you!" Damar gripped his mother's shoulder.

"No! That's my wedding ring. I won't sell it or give it to anyone. I promised your father!" Her mother's voice shook followed by her spilled cries.

Growled. Damar came out of the room, left his mother and brought a million angry and disappointed.

Since then, Damar's mother never let go of her husband's ring, although it felt bad because she had to use a ring decorated with a small jewel that is simple but still beautiful. She had to wear it wherever she went. It did not seem to fit their poor circumstances, but she had to keep the last memento of her husband. Remnants of sweet memories, wedding gifts for her.

.....

Like seeing a ghost. Damar's eyes sparkled horribly, looking at the sparkle emanating from his mother's ring finger, as he was squatting washing dishes. It turned out that Damar was still hoping to get the rest of the father's relics.

Damar pulled his mother's hand and forced to release the ring, but his mother did not sit still and put up a fight, until the two pulled each other.

BRUISES

Mamar's mother slipped with her back head that touched the floor, until the blood seepage slowly soaked around her hair. His eyes widened ghastly looking blankly at the kitchen ceiling filled with cobwebs, with the remains of tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

Damar surprised. He didn't mean to do his mother any harm. The pulse and the heartbeat, there's no vibration there. A gentle breath did not come out of his nose. Damar's mother is gone. Her tears broke hugging her beloved mother. He didn't expect it to end like this.

.....

Damar's degree lifted after marrying Santi. With his intelligence, he was able to continue Santi's father's efforts satisfactorily. In two months they will wait for the presence of their first baby. What a happy story.

Today is their first wedding anniversary. Santi had been waiting for Damar by preparing some of his favorite foods. Unfortunately, the weather outside is not favorable. Rain fell down heavily, strong winds blew away some leaves, and the earthy lightning struck mercilessly.

[Outside the storm. I just got home, baby ]

A short message from Damar that was replied 'OK' by Santi, by adding the love icon as a sweetener.

Tok

The sound of knocking on the front door, made Santi rush to open it. Behind the door stood an old granny full of wrinkles and some warts on her face, shivering and soaking wet.

"Bi-can you snooze, son?" said the grandmother stammered withstanding the piercing cold.

"Please, Grandma. Let's go in." Santi took her gently, preparing a towel and clean clothes in place of her wet clothes.

Santi invited the grandmother to sit with him at the dinner table, accompanied by a cup of tea to warm the body. Santi had offered her a meal, but she refused.

"Wait for your husband, son. Let it be good together," explained the grandmother.

It's getting dark. And ...

TOK

"That must be Mas Damar, Grandma. Santi open it first. Grandma wait here." Santi stood up cheerfully to open the door for her husband.

Damar had seen Grandma from a distance before entering the room to change her clothes that were wet with rain. Santi followed behind, in case her husband needed help.

"Who's that, Dek?" tanya Damar took off the buttons one by one.

"That, Mas. That grandmother was in the shade. I felt sorry, so I told her to come in and make her drink" replied Santi

"Other times be careful about letting people into the house if there's nobody, Dek. Where are you pregnant now. If there's anything who's helping?" camarader

Not wanting to argue, Santi turned it around and went out with Damar to sit with the grandmother in the dining room.

DUARRRR

The sound of lightning roared Santi. Grandma stood up to calm him down. The wrinkle on her hand touched Santi's fragrant hair.

"Swimming, Son. It was just lightning," said Grandma smiling.

Santi unintentionally glanced at Grandma's left hand and was shocked. How not? Grandma's fingers were only four with the ring finger disappearing. Aware of that, Grandma let go of her embrace.

"Ma-sorry, Grandma. I have no fuss about offending." Santi feels bad.

"It's okay, son. Grandma used to have a finger with a pretty ring that adorned her. Unfortunately someone took it," Grandma said with a smile. This time he stepped his vulnerable foot towards Damar. "Did you see my ring, son?" while holding gently Damar's shoulder.

Damar shook his head slowly. His sweat suddenly fell in the extremely cold weather. He recalled the ring he had forcibly taken from his mother's body, before shouting hysterically and calling the citizens. Damar still remembered very well, the sound of a rusty saw that he used to cut the ring finger of the woman who had given birth to him. The missing finger was not asked by the people who bathed his body, because Damar previously told me that his mother had an accident in the market and unfortunately had to lose her finger.

"Something forcefully takes the ring from the finger, Grandma?" Santi asked enthusiastically again.

The woman smiled back at Santi's innocent question. "Yes, Son. Someone forced to take it. Grandma's ring is exactly like yours," while stroking Santi's left hand who wore a Damar-given ring when she married him.

Damar's heart almost dislodged. This time he was really scared and wanted to quickly leave that place. Santi did not see the uncomfortable signal from Damar's face, instead he was very curious and asked Grandma again. "Who cut it?"

The face of the damar changed. He stood up and put away his chair, but he had not yet set foot, Grandma grasped his wrist. Staring in Damar's eyes, and gnawing in a very horrible way.

This time they were very close. Damar could even hear the sound of Grandma's breath turning like the sound of a heavy monster.

"Rrrrrrgghh, rgggghh."

Suddenly Grandma's right eye came out of place and rolled onto the floor. The warts on his face were enlarged and melted, splashing blood on Damar's face.

And ...

"You're the one who cut it, you're aaaaaaaaaa!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrgggggggggggh." A hysterical voice came out from the tiny lips of the children sitting listening to my story.

I deliberately made my eyes turn horribly wide and scream loudly while jumping towards them, while saying the phrase 'you cut it off'.

The result was three people hugging, two people crying, one person sitting limp without blinking to see me, either because he was fascinated, or severe shock. And one person .. hmmm it seems like one person has run away because it is not strong.

I appeased them not to believe the story I had made up to frighten them, and to give a moral message not to follow in Damar's footsteps the sin of his mother. We all parted and they stepped away, heading for their homes

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"Have the story finished, Mas Jagil?" seductive wife

"Jagil, slaughterhouse. I pinched your nose," Anxious as he kissed her soft cheek.

"It's okay, Mom. From Butcher," he replied while pinching my stomach, it hurt so much.

"Review you!" I screamed in front of him. She giggled and squirmed as I tried to tickle her.

"Wanna eat?" ask my wife in a hurry to avoid my next finger attack.

My gentle nod made her switch out and leave myself in the room to prepare a delicious dinner, as often made before. I smiled happily with a glance of the eyes that followed her body, until the tip of her white dress disappeared from my distance.

I stared at the ceiling of the room, closed my eyes while giving thanks for the presence of my beloved wife. If I hadn't found Sari cheating on her and killing both of them, I probably wouldn't have been able to marry my loyal wife.

Sari's body was deliberately left on the edge of the forest to be easily found by residents, while the body of the affair I had thrown away so that rot settles at the bottom of the lake. According to my calculations, he was only found a month later.

I opened my eyes slowly and turned my gaze to the small wooden crate on top of the cupboard containing the bones of Sari's hand that I deliberately took away so that one day she would come to me to look for her, like Damar's mother looking for his ring.

It used to be not that scary. I still remember the flesh and skin attached there, adorned with engagement rings that I gave as a binder before planning our wedding in front of his father and mother.

But yes, it's just an old story. Sari is different now. He is faithful and is mine.

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Sarah Eszed