DAMNED GIRL
2. UNACCEPTED

The news of Joko's death was intensely discussed by the villagers. They also related to the suspicion that Yumna was a female of Bahu Laweyan. This is the third time Yumna has been widowed by her husband tragically. Same with Yayan. The story he heard from Abas about Yumna was quite disturbing.

Along the way to the patrol station, Abas and Yayan just keep quiet and busy struggling with their own thoughts. If it turns out to be true that Yumna is a female Bahu Laweyan means there will be other men who will be the next Yumna victim.

“You two why are you so silent? Tumben,” said Mr. Udin when he saw Abas and Yayan arrived at the patrol post with a bent face without making a sound.

Abas and Yayan looked at each other. There is doubt in their hearts to tell Mr. Udin what they think because it is not necessarily the truth. However, the two of them were unable to hide the curiosity in their hearts since coming out of the beautiful widow's house. Even more so Abas. The form of Yumna who was reddened and full of blood and the neck of the front that was torn so that it caused gaping wounds was still attached to his memory.

“Anu, Sir. Have you ever heard the term Bahu Laweyan?” abas asked doubtfully while scratching his non-itchy head.

“Surely you guys suspected Yumna too, huh? Indeed, this rumor has spread quickly since Joko's funeral last afternoon,” sela Wandi who joined the conversation.

Abas and Yayan nodded. They confirmed Wandi's remarks that suspected the two of them had come to suspect Yumna as the woman of Bahu Laweyan. The mood was silent for a moment. All eyes were on Mr. Udin as if impatiently waiting for an answer to Abas' question.

“Bahu Laweyan is actually a myth that is believed by the people of Java. Some say that a Laweyan Shoulder had his body borrowed by a subtle creature as a container. It is the creature that often kills the partner of the owner of Laweyan Shoulder. Sometimes they also do not realize that they are Laweyan Shoulders. That said, Laweyan's Shoulder curse will stop after killing 7 people who became his partner." Mr. Udin was silent for a moment to catch his breath and re-composed the words he was about to say.

“Why should 7 people, Sir?” ask Yayan who is impatient.

“These seven figures are allegedly a symbol of the corpse rope. If you want to survive, the owner of Bahu Laweyan must be married eight times. Well, who would marry him again if he had to sacrifice his life,” added Mr. Udin again.

The night was getting late and felt increasingly gripping. The wind suddenly gusted out loud adding to the rowdy atmosphere. Abas, Yayan, Pak Udin and Wandi were still on guard at the patrol station monitoring Joko's newly buried grave earlier this afternoon. Joko's death on Tuesday made his body an easy target to steal. Because, living in an environment that is still thick with customs makes people in the village perform certain rituals by giving an offering. One of them was buried on Tuesday night Kliwon.

Sett!

Amidst the darkness of the night, Yayan saw a shadow like someone entering the burial area. Yayan stood up from his seat and directed the flashlight to where he saw the shadow earlier.

“Why, Kang?” asked Abas who was surprised to see Yayan shone a flashlight in his hand in all directions.

“I saw someone enter the cemetery area,” said Yayan with a sharp look at the cemetery area.

Mr. Udin, Abas and Wandi suddenly stood up to hear Yayan's words. They immediately went to the burial area which was approximately fifty meters from their current position to confirm Yayan's remark.

The time has already shown at 00:00 p.m. The atmosphere was really quiet. There was only the sound of crickets and night animals that sounded carefree. They stepped slowly past the rocky mounds of gravestones neatly arranged along the way. From a distance, they saw a black-clad woman with long, waist-length hair squatting next to Joko's meal.

The four of them looked at each other, from behind the female characteristics were very similar to Yumna. Suspicion began to cloud the heart. Why did Yumna come to the funeral at midnight like this? Now their distance is only about four meters from the woman. However, their steps stopped and suddenly stiff when they wanted to approach the woman who was suspected Yumna.

“Yu-Yumna?” said Mr. Udin stamped.

“Yumna?” repeat Mr. Udin.

There was no reply from the female figure that was in front of their eyes. They looked at each other and gulped when they realized something was wrong.

“Yumna, why are you here?” Abas took over to talk.

“It's okay, Mas.” Yumna answered Abas's question in a soft, seductive voice. It sounded strangely awful in their ears.

Yumna moved her head. Slowly he turned to the source of the voice that spoke to him.

“Akhhhh!” The four of them suddenly shouted as Yumna's head turned one hundred and eighty degrees and showed a face smashed with blood. The smell of rancid water gushed from Yumna's body.

In fear they try to move their stiff legs. However, their feet were like they were stuck on the ground and were very heavy to lift. Sweat began to pour all over their bodies with a racing heartbeat.

“How is it, Sir?” asked Yayan who looked frightened to see the figure of Yumna getting closer towards them with her hands raised forward as if to grab the four of them.

Yumna's position is getting closer. However, their feet still could not be moved despite trying their hardest.

“Do not approach Yumna!” wandi shouted as Yumna stayed a few inches longer to grab her hand.

“Akhhhh!” A split second before Yumna managed to hold Wandi's hand, their legs were moved and they immediately ran the algal ridges away from the burial area. Running down the road without knowing the direction and destination until finally they stopped at a musala.

The breath is getting louder. Abas looked back to make sure that the woman was not following their steps. After confirming for a while, they were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

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The night passed so quickly. Tired after running away from the demon, finally made them fall asleep in front of the terrace of the musala and woke up when someone came to pray at dawn.

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