Ghost Husband
Marrying a Ghost

Milka stared at her reflection in the mirror, much more like a clown than a bride. Milka breathed a heavy sigh, even though this marriage she did not want, she said, and even though she's getting married to a ghost at least they make her look beautiful on her wedding day instead of looking like a clown that will entertain the birthday boy. Milka felt she was very sorry.

Everything in him and his life was unfortunate fate. His mother died when he was eight years old, and he was, there, the beginning of the misfortune of his life.

His father remarried a one-child widow, and since then his father's attitude towards him has slowly begun to change, even in the house of him who is like a stepson, no! Not more precisely a child, because his father loved Sari, his stepmother, and Melody his half-brother.

 “Pity you Milka,” Mumbled to yourself while still staring at her reflection wearing that bright red dress. On the day of the wedding she was completely destroyed.

“Eh, are you ready for belom?” Melody's voice shocked Milka.

“Awaited in the middle room ama all.” Connect again.

“Uda, this will go there” Sahut Milka then stand.

“Ha ha” Melody who saw Milka's appearance laughed out loud.

“Ngapain laughing like a trance?” Ask Milka even though she knows the answer.

“Do you want to marry what do you want clown attractions?” Melody still didn't stop laughing. 

“You want me to be a clown or whatever, it's none of your business!” Said Milka then left Melody who was still laughing.

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“You ready?” Ask Omah when Milka was in the middle room.

“Already,” Milka replied short, and in a displeased tone.

“Kok answered like not Happy? Happy dong, you are beautiful.” Sari said, but the speech was more to the literate, and it could be seen clearly by Milka that Sari was holding back her laughter.

While Harman, his father just silent noiseless. I don't know if Milka doesn't know what her father's thinking is, if she's sorry that she's married and she's starting to feel guilty, or maybe she's embarrassed to see Milka look like this tonight. Well, only his father knows what he's thinking. 

“Before twelve o'clock at night, you should be at that place before twelve.” Omah. 

Then without saying Milka just followed, so did the others. And they were in a place. There were so many candles around the house. And, had many villagers who had gathered, probably wanting to witness Milka's wedding and the ghosts, the, or maybe want to witness the marriage of humans with ghosts that have become a hereditary tradition in the village.

Milka stared at the house, she looked a little scared, she remembered the Thai horror films she watched. The house is exactly and very much like the haunted houses in the Thai movie. The reeds began to stand up, and Milka felt an unpleasant wind start to blow, or maybe it was just her feelings.

Melody felt the same way as Milka, her reeds stood up, and in her heart she felt relieved, fortunately not she who was going to marry a ghost.

“Happy Mil, you will marry, marry a ghost. Ha ha ha ha.” Melody whispered.

Milka just glanced unhappily at the half-brother who always made her that unlucky.

“I mending die deh, from the marriage of a ghost, iiih serem tau Mil. Dab you know that ghosts are ugly, so congratulations well, good luck with the new life of the same ugly ghost,” Melody said so happy on the misfortune obtained by Milka due to her actions.

“By the way noh ama tanah,” said Milka Congkol, because Melody continued to mute him, even though all that happened because Melody threatened to kill herself.

“My mouth,” Say Omah ask to be followed.

 But those people did not dare to protest and express their dislike, because Omah Kunari is an elder who is believed to be able to communicate directly with people who are in the Underworld. And people like that are very disinclined in the village of Under.

“You must enter the house itself.” Omah Kunari to Milka.

“Sen...own Omah?” Milka asked stammering from fear.

“Iya, hurry in, you should already be inside before twelve!” Omah Kunari said in a loud voice.

“Dad?” Call Milka to Harman, as if it were a code to ask Harman for help so he wouldn't have to do that stupid thing. Married a ghost, because it really doesn't make sense.

But only the silence that Milka got, even Harman turned his face as if he did not care about Milka anymore.

With a heavy heart Milka forced her foot into the house without looking back. For her if indeed the ghost was real and would be her husband, it was better than staying and making her heart hurt as a result of her father's attitude.

TING! TING! TING!

When I was in that house. The wall clock rang loudly making Milka jump in shock.

“Braven hours, no manners!” Milka was angry at the golden clock on the wall of the house. The clock looks so antique. Milka stared at her needles which showed that it was twelve o'clock exactly. 

And suddenly the wind blew hard to make all the candles that were out, Milka who could not see anything because it was so dark. His hand tried to fumble so as not to hit the things that were there.

“Auchh! Why use candle dead event anyway!” His growls are still fumbling.

“Aduuuh” Milka complaining of pain due to bumping into something.

Suddenly the candles that had been extinguished due to the wind now returned wrong..

“Ka...you si...who?” Milka's eyes were round in fear because she saw a foreign figure who was there, the figure she had hit earlier.

“I'm your husband.” The long-haired man in my mouth almost reached his waist.

“Su..husband? Ka...you're a ghost?” Ask Milka with fear.

Milka who was unable to digest the words of the man with her brain just silent petrified, suddenly her vision darkened and.

 BRUKKKK!

Milka fainted, Dan, the man just looked at Milka with a hard-to-understand expression. Soon he picked up the unconscious Milka, and the place changed.

now they were in a room filled with blood-red flowers.

Then an old man appeared, and Milka lay down on a large bed sprinkled with red roses. The old man recited the spell starting the wedding ritual.

"He has become your Noble Wife." Said the old man.

And, the man just kept silent without a word looking at Milka who was still unconscious.