DAMNED GIRL
1. MY BIRTH

That morning in a suburb of the village looked crowded residents flocked to the house Yumna. No other because of a disaster that befell her husband, Joko, who died tragically while cutting a broken wooden branch in the yard of the house. Wind and rain that flushed the village almost all day had toppled several large trees to make it difficult for the main access of residents in the activity.

That afternoon after returning from the rice fields, Joko immediately took a chainsaw in the warehouse behind the house to cut the wooden branches that blocked the entrance to the yard. But Yumna had warned that tomorrow would be done. However, it was Joko's hard and tenacious attitude that became the beginning of disaster for himself. Bough by branch he managed to cut to the last branch of the chainsaw he held broken and bounced right to his neck. Leave a deep tear until it almost cut off the neck.

Joko flounders. His hand clasped tightly and rolled on the ground and died instantly. The roar of the saw machine covered Joko's hearing from Iandang azan. Though Joko was notoriously pious and stopped working every time he heard the azan heard. However, this time his life was already separated from the body. He could no longer fulfill his duties as a Muslim.

"Pity, yes, Kang. Not even a week they were married and now Yumna is a widow again" Abas told Yayan on the sidelines as they treated to the funeral home.

"Even Yumna's second husband also tragically died drowning in a small river behind the village. The river is shallow. Is it not-don't Yumna's a female of Laweyan's shoulder, huh?" Yayan Mumm.

"Know Laweyan?" Abas glared at Yayan's words just now.

"It could be, Kang. The first and second husbands also died tragically, right. Also this Joko," continued Abas again.

"The curse of Laweyan's Shoulder will not cease until she is married up to seven times, or obtains a husband who is empowered to have a high diabolism." Abas whispered a little.

"Yes, we'll help with the funeral procession. It's not good to talk about the dead." Yayan drew Abas' hand to join the other mourners in helping with the funeral.

Many residents shuddered in horror as Joko's body was bathed. None other than the position of Joko's neck that was almost cut off. Mbah Aji as the casemaker also felt difficulty because several times the neck of the corpse that was almost broken seemed to turn in one direction even though it had been held tightly by him.

"Kang, that's Joko's eye, anyway, glancing at me continues, huh?" whispered Abas shuddered in horror as he poked the shoulder of Yayan who was holding the leg of Joko's corpse.

Yayan looked towards the face of the mayit. Sure enough the corpse glared at Abas who was sitting behind him. It was as if an expression meant that he knew he was being talked about.

The process of bathing the corpse continues. Mbah Aji who had resigned to the condition of Joko finally gave up and treated the body with the position of the head remains tilted.

After the recitation of prayers after the bodies were buried, the mourners one by one dispersed themselves, including Yayan and Abas. On the way home Abas stopped and turned to Yayan with a troubled look.

"Why are you, Bas?" asked Yayan with a curious mimic.

Yayan fell silent, many times he scratched his head and held back the words. "Em .. anu Kang ...," Abas said.

"What's up, to? Kok kayak people confused," asked Yayan again more curious.

"Yesterday at dawn after the musala, I will pass behind the house of Yumna. Em ... I accidentally saw Yumna take her shirt off when she was about to take a shower in the room. I saw his chest. But, that's not what I'm surprised about but rather there's some kind of mark on both sides. Like ...." Abas stopped his words.

"What, anyway? You make me curious, you know." Yayan began to think about Abas.

They both fell silent in thought. Then at the crossroads they separated and headed for their respective homes.

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The ceremony was held at Yumna's house on the seventh day of her husband's death. Crowds gathered at Yumna's house to send prayers to the late Joko. Including Abas and Yayan who routinely help tahlilan in that place. It is common in rural areas, if there are residents who are in trouble or celebration then carefully other residents help from the start of preparation to the end of the event.

By twelve pm when the event was over, Abas helped clean the mats, glasses and dishes that had been used for the celebration. Abas holds a glass and is placed on a tray to be taken to the well located behind the house.

The atmosphere that had been crowded was now gradually quiet until Abas hurriedly finished his work. After washing the glass, Abas returned to the pendopo room by passing through the room owned by Yumna, which is located on the right of the Javanese joglo architecture building.

Arriving next to Yumna's room, Abas smelled the aroma of incense and cantile blossoms that stung so much that he was curious to look into the bamboo-walled room.

Seen from the narrow gap Yumna was sitting on the bed with his face down. His hands slowly combed his long hair. Abas knew very well the beauty of Yumna which is the flower of the village. He peeked suddenly the figure in front of him looked in front of him with sharp eyes. Abas and Yumna looked at each other. Abas' body trembled to see Yumna's face turning red full of blood, as well as the neck of the front that was torn open wide.

Abas stiffly motionless, his joints seemed weak and a chill entered him as the sinister figure in front of him began to step closer towards him.

"Mas!" A soft voice came from behind. At that moment Abas began to wake up and look. Yumna was carrying some empty plates. He was amazed at Abas's behavior.

"Yumna's? Aren't you in there?" asked Abas astonished.

"Sir, Mas, I was with the mothers in front of the rest of the show," said Yumna confused.

"Well, if I want to go home first. If I need anything, I'm either at the patrol station near the tomb. Tau himself, right, if anyone dies Tuesday Kliwon must be guarded so that the body is not stolen," replied Abas. Yumna just nodded then let Abas pass.

That night was gripping. Silent and dense as if shrinking the courage of residents to linger outside the house. Heavy rain from afternoon still leaves spots and puddles on the streets. From a distance the howling of dogs sounded heartbreaking adding to the mystical air in the village.

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