Ghost Nose Mbeler
Heart Voice.

"Mas Seno .."

Call someone who stands among those who are harvesting vegetables.

Seno turned her head and slightly frowned as she tried to focus her eyesight.

The heat of the sun began to sting and glare in the eyes, karna at that time was already eleven noon when Seno had just returned from the stall to buy his workers' lunch rations.

Seno then smiled when he was clear if the one who called him was Sugeng.

"Well, was this Sugeng?"

"Again Kang's harvest?"

Seno asked as she walked closer.

"Yes Mas Seno, if Mas Seno again what was this?"

Sungeng now asked back, reaching out to shake hands.

"That was Kang's mustard harvest, but not much kok, at most it will be three o'clock already completed Kang."

Bright Seno while pointing towards the rice field he was harvesting.

Seno then decided to give his labor lunch ration while Sugeng he immediately cleaned up preparing to go home.

Arriving at the place where his workers Seno saw something strange from their gazes.

Seno followed the direction of their views and the figure of Sugeng who was trying to start his bike.

The curious Seno finally asked.

"What is Kang Wandi?"

He said to a worker who sat closest to him.

"Den Seno knows Kang Sugeng?"ask Wandi.

"Yes, I don't know Kang, I've met him twice."

"Why, anyway, do you think there's anything serious about that?"ask Seno.

"That's my neighbor Adek-in-law, he is now again a citizen talk, they said he was nyupang."

"Bengan Kuntilanak, eat it wife diq is sickly continue, annual cold so loh Den."

"So his wife was the one who was made into the tumbal."

"You can I remind Aden, it's better not to hang out with him."

"Yes Den Seno, when the day my wife also said in the village market next door there was a little boy who saw his ghost broke his head just as ingeniously falling, falling down,the surrounding residents believe that if it's a ghost worshiped by the owner of the stall, it's his shop Sugeng's."

Sahut one of the laborers who had just quietly enjoyed his lunch.

"The ghost of a cracked head, the nose of a mbeler.." murmured Seno.

"Yes Lik.." replied Seno.

"This why did you?"ask Lik Samin.

"Oh, no matter what Lik, I'll be more careful if it's the same Kang Sugeng."

Seno finally said.

Seno and all resumed their activities of harvesting vegetables, in the heart of Seno felt if the ghost that people were forced was Warsinah.

Seno still remembered the last time the ghost of Warsinah appeared when there was a study at the Seno house first.

The crack of the head and nose that flowed pus, a feature almost the same as those people told me.

But why does anyone worship him, why does Warsinah have followers, why does it seem as if he turned into a misleading demon, is not all his affairs in this world already resolved?

Or is it not Warsinah, but why Seno's heart says if the ghost is indeed Warsinah.

Two years later there was never again an appearance, Seno thought Warsinah was calm in nature, but all the statements of the citizens seemed to indicate that the ghost of Warsinah was still wandering.

"Is it just similar?"Mumbled Seno in between his activities picking Vegetables.

Although the brain invites positive thinking but still small heart Seno believes if it is Warsinah.

"I have to find out, if it's Warsi, then I'm responsible, but it's also because of me."

Seno sighed deeply, she immediately went to the irrigation river to wash her feet and hands.

In the Sugeng house, Mutdah was preparing Sesaji in a special room that had been provided by his Husband to worship his offerings.

Sugeng was in the shower, he then headed to the place to eat first, Sugeng had to prepare himself to be fit before performing the worship ritual.

Sugeng's wife still sneezed and occasionally seemed to wipe his snot with a handkerchief that he hung on the shirt using a safety pin.

Sugeng turned his face away from his wife.

Mutdah moved away from her husband's side.

He sat in the back seat, his heart ached at the disgust his husband showed towards him.

"Didn't I become like this for her?"

Said Mutdah softly, while wiping the water that had soaked the corner of the net.

Mutdah repeatedly took a deep breath trying to remove the tightness in his chest.

He then stepped into the house of a famous neighbor in the village.

For some reason, there was such a strong urge that it attracted him to keep stepping into that house.

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