Ghost Nose Mbeler
Memory Loss.

"Why.I'm here.." said the white-pastered woman who was sitting in the chest of the mauni tree.

He floated down to a path, a small road that had been paved but perforated here, so that small rocks were scattered because it rolled when hit by the tires of the vehicle.

"Sir...., you know what area this is in, I'm straying sir..?"

He stretched out his hands before a father who was riding an ontel bike.

As a result, the father of his bike to the left, enter the got, then nyungsep.

The father immediately ran away.

For some reason, as well as the sack of brown boxes that hold the nape of his neck and then ngibrit.

"Don't run, help me."

"What a hell is my life."

"Hiks hyks..."

He wept because he lamented his solitude.

And when he cried, not only the tears that came out but also his snot that fell to the upper lip.

There was a loud noise from a distance.

"The srek srek..."

"Where's Sir?"

"Nobody's here."

"So you said there were ghosts."

"Nglindur not-don't you just now"

Four men, one of whom was Mr. Nyungsep to the got was fighting each other.

"By alloh Ran.I'm sure, it's a ghost."

"People go through jackfruit trees."

"That's lo, a rather small tree, near the mauni."

"That's it, too, I didn't live before."

The father who is boxed still ngeyel.

"well then, let's look at it as fast as you first."

Said another man in a security uniform.

"Yuk Kang Men Anterin, let's believe that I see ghosts."

The four men walked towards the got where the bike Pk Mukiyo nyungsep had been.

They lifted up, then led the bike to the road and then side-handled.

Bentar deh Kang Yo, this is the place where women without identity were found at that time.

Flas back on*

A woman walks away.

He cried until he was excited.

Occasionally in the face of tears that are mixed with snot with white negligence that has been mumbled.

He kept moaning, enduring the pain.

Physical and spiritual pain of course.

"I'm tired of Robbi."

He continued to sob and beat his chest.

Until finally he arrived at a fork, he then walked into one of the paths that turned towards the plantation.

Feeling tired of walking, he intends to rest for a moment.

He sat down on the side of the road, where on his left was a mauni tree.

The sound of crickets unpretentious with frogs who ask for rain decorate the sunyinya night.

She was so scared, she kept crying, she wanted help but didn't know who.

"This is your fate...Warsinah." she said while sniffing the chest.

Warsinah, a girl from one of the remote villages in Blitar district was married to a male choice of stepmother.

His father had long since died, as well as his mother who had previously died of a coronary heart attack shortly after learning his father was having an affair.

Her parents' wealth was taken over by her stepmother.

Not even a brother because his father is an only child and his mother comes from an orphanage.

Warsinah accepted the arranged marriage by force, so that she could survive, and came out of the house that she felt was already like hell.

Wishing the Husband could be a helper angel, and always protect.

But reality is not always like a max of heart, her husband is even more vile than the stepmother.

Warsinah is always asked to help the servants until night, and must serve every guest who needs a female touch in the inn that belongs to her husband.

If he does not want to, he will be beaten, kicked and whipped.

As is the case today, he was beaten to unconsciousness, and when he woke up he was already in a place he did not recognize.

Satisfied crying Warsinah lying on the side of the road because if grazed she was afraid of being bitten by animals slithering.

Unexpectedly unexpected, shortly after he closed the eyes of a coffee car hit him until he bounced to the mauni tree.

It was there that he breathed his last breath, blood rushing from his ears, mouth and nose.

Moisten the roots of the mauni tree, mixed with tears and snot that previously still filled the nasal cavity.

Flas back off*

"Well, Iyo, Kang Man, eight days ago there was a hit-and-run here."

"Lhah don't-don't Mbak who does not have an identity is a kunti kang."

"Weslah come home, do not su'udhzon."

"Most importantly as early as you have met, kamune is also okay."

"Yes not?"

Kang Man in the uniform of the Security Guard gave a description.

"Yes wes Kang, wes we go home ae, goosebumps me a long time here."

"Yes, I'm also kok mrinding ya, hawane kayak cold-cold serem gitu lo"

Sahut Fathers who had been silent listened, but finally came to talk too.

The four men then moved their feet quickly.

They want to get out of that place.

Leaving Warsinah who was very surprised to hear all the stories of the four humans earlier.

It turns out Warsinah deliberately approached them when they were lifting a bicycle from the got.

Intention wants to ask for help, at least ask for a place, or at least ask for a way home, thank-you-gratitude he thought.

But it was even the bitter and shocking reality that he accepted.

"But and run.., body...."

"Women without identity..."

"White dress kumel..."

Said Warsinah asking herself.

"That's me.."he pointed at his own head with his index finger.

"What.....?"

"I've...maa...ti....?"

Hysterical shouting.

He tried to convince himself by trying to punch a banana tree, and was right.

"Through?"

"No, I don't want to die"

"I am correcting my words."

"I want to live, I don't want to die."

Warsinah again cried hysterically, she struggled as hard as she could.

So tight, the voice until translucent in the human dimension.

While at the end of the road to the T-junction, Three people were walking casually while waiting for his friend named Tumiran.

The mummy wanted to pee, and asked his three friends to wait.

But because of the scary atmosphere they still feel after the tragedy of the bike lift earlier, then they choose to wait for Tumiran while walking slowly.

The middle ground lifted the sheath and rolled and wrapped it around the waist.

He was loosening the drawstring of his shorts when he heard the sound of crying.

"Hiks hyks...."

"Hi.hi hii hi hii..."

"Hiks.hih hih hi hiks...."

The sound is getting louder.

At first it was just like being carried away by the wind.

More precisely like the sound of friction branches and tree branches.

But the longer it became clear, it was the sound of women crying.

Clingak murmurs while continuing to search from which direction the sound center came from.

And when Tumiran sharpened his hearing it turned out that the sound came from the direction where the Tukiyo bike fell.

The tummy that was in the middle of the kebelau eventually wet the dicelana.

He ran while screaming,

"Guoo....Kuntii"

"Hantuu.ti..kuun...kunnn...tiiiii..."

While continuing to run towards where his three friends were.

But it's a pity they're out of sight, and it looks like they've reached the patrol station.

Tumiran then ran home, no longer there is solidarity in his heart which is being hit by fear.

No matter the schedule of the camp post as well...

"Whuuusssss.."wind blow.

Without Tumiran realize now drifting a figure of white women berdaster above him..

Through the tree for the sake of the tree...

Hihi.hihi....