Horror And Mystery Stories
THE MYSTICAL STORY OF AN ARTIST

In the late 70s, fate brought me to a young, beautiful and rich woman. At that time, I worked as a waiter at a convenience store in Blok M, South Jakarta.

The woman, call her a flower. He was a customer at the shop I worked at. Every week, Flowers shop and always ask me to accompany it by carrying a grocery cart and putting it in the trunk of its luxury sedan. Flowers always give a satisfactory tip. "You look like movie star Robi Sugara", she said, one day I was with her shopping.

I felt sobbing hearing her compliments. "But baby, your body is a little short" he continued, making my heart turn wry. My height is only 158 cm. Obviously, for a man including short.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Fifteen years old, Ma'am", I replied as graciously as possible.

"You want to, if it's work at my house?", he bargained.

I can hardly believe hearing the offer of Flowers. But I'm sure what that beautiful woman said was a golden opportunity for me. Frankly, I was amazed by him. Because she is beautiful and gentle and never arrogant. If I work at home, it means that every day I can enjoy the beauty and softness of her attitude. Without a second thought, I received the Flower offer.

*****

Long story short, I also work at the Bunga house as a housekeeper. The house was small, but quite luxurious and it turned out that the house belonged to his parents. It is located in the Kebayoran Baru area as well, only a few kilometers away from the supermarket where I worked the other day.

Bunga was 20 years old, unmarried and was pioneering a career as a photo model and model. Every month I accompanied him to visit his parents in the city of Bandung, West Java.

Flowers seem to come from a wealthy family. His parents were entrepreneurs of vegetable and textile plantations. The house is large and located in an elite area. Bunga parents have several times performed Hajj to the Holy Land. Meanwhile, Bunga itself is not a devout religion. I've never seen Bunga do five prayers.

One afternoon, my beautiful employer sat back and read a magazine while enjoying a cup of warm sweet tea I served. Her favorite snack is lung chips and smoking a white menthol cigarette. He enjoyed it all, as if there were no other pleasures in the world. "Robi!", Flowers called me a moment later.

That's how he always greeted me. As he once said that I looked like Robi Sugara, the top actor at the time. My name is not Robi. He also asked me to call him with the greeting Ceuceu which means brother.

"What's wrong, Ceu?", I said as I approached him in a polite manner.

"Sit on that chair!", he asked.

We both used to sit together. As a master he was not being feudal. She's not acting like a big mistress and I'm a hunchback.

"Ceuceu had just read about an official whose career was fast uphill due to the help of shamans. The official strongly believed in his shaman. He called it a spiritual advisor" he said, putting the magazine he had read on the table.

"Not a strange thing, it has become an open secret if famous people have shamans or believe in shamans who play a role behind the scenes. The Chinese shamans in every step of their business are always based on the guidance of shamans, or come to Mount Kawi ask rich with the help of shamans too", I nyerocos pretentious, I know, the important thing is to be connected with the desired direction of conversation Flowers.

"Robi, do you know or know a reliable shaman? Ceuceu is very interested in making Ceuceu's career quickly succeed" said Bunga enthusiastically.

I frowned, trying to think hard while remembering about the shaman that had been recorded in my brain. As if there were a bright light in my head, I immediately remembered a name, Nyai Imas.

In my village, this middle-aged woman named Nyai Imas is known as a paraji or child shaman. But he actually has a lot of knowledge. Not just helping people. Nyai Imas is often visited by people for problems curing disease, soul mate, rank, even ask to get rich quickly.

Nyai Imas although it is known by many people, even by people who live far from my village, its existence holds many mysteries. No one knew who he really was, where he came from, who his relatives were, and when he was in the village.

His house is also secluded in a place called Pasir Geulis which means Beautiful Hill. He lives alone and has no neighbors. While my village is included in the district of Garut, West Java. From Jakarta it is about 250 km away. When Mount Galunggung erupted, my village was dark for several days because it was covered in dust. My village borders Tasikmalaya.

After careful planning, Bunga asked me to be escorted to the place of Nyai Imas. Of course I don't mind.

*****

That day, driving his own sedan, Bunga and I arrived at our destination after a trip of about seven hours, including a meal break at the restaurant. We rested for a while at my parents' house, before finally heading to Nyai Imas' place.

Arriving at the shaman's house in question, as an opening, I uttered a few words of introduction. After that, then Bunga expressed the purpose of his arrival to Nyai Imas. The two soon had a serious conversation.

Some time later, Nyai Imas invited Bunga into his simple room to perform a special ritual. Then the smell of incense burned felt very stinging. Moreover, Nyai Imas house which only consists of the front room and bedroom are very small in size, so that the smoke and the smell of frankincense dominate the entire room made of woven bamboo.

The ritual was completed by the afternoon. Since it was impossible to return to Jakarta at that time, we stayed at Nyai Imas' house overnight. The next morning, we just got home.

*****

After a visit to Nyai Imas' house, an unexpected reality did occur. Not even a week, the efficacy of the inheritance of the old female shaman was immediately proven. Flowers are flooded with offers to hold fashion shows at five-star hotels.

The name Bunga parallels Widyawati from the film world, and Titiek Puspa from music. Because of its popularity, money also flows into the pocket of this newcomer.

Still I remember correctly, that day Bunga came home with a middle-aged man. From the looks and the luxurious sedan he was driving, the man must have been high-ranking and wealthy. I was also busy looking for food in a famous restaurant to be served to that special guest.

After the meal, Bunga brought his guest into the room. The next morning, the middle-aged man had just returned home with a face radiating satisfaction. Not to forget, the man gave quite a lot of tips for Flowers.

"You know who that guest is?", asked Bunga with a meaningful smile. "He is a General" he said.

I only mangosteen by showing pride in the achievements of Flowers that managed to attract guests of calibre snapper. However, in my heart I also regretted his chosen attitude of life.

On another occasion, Flowers bring guests again. A man who is also perlente. And as usual, the date continued in the room until the next day. That's how it happened so many times that I forgot to remember it.

Finally I know, Flowers seem to play a double role. Apart from being an artist, she is also a high-class entertainer. Men who date with Bunga ranging from military circles, businessmen to ministers. Because of her double profession, my rising master had to abort her womb several times. For this business, Bunga asked for help to whom else if not to Nyai Imas.

Over time and its popularity, the wealth of flowers is abundant. With a large amount of money he can open a boutique business that sells clothes at exorbitant prices. He also opened a convection business whose employees numbered in the hundreds. Several acres of land as well as a large and luxurious new home had also been bought easily.

*****

Until that strange event came. One night, after the prayer of Isha, I fell asleep in my room. In that sleep I dreamt of meeting my late grandmother. In the dream, the grandmother's face looked gloomy and disappointed. Maybe he didn't like it because his granddaughter was involved in obedience.

"My granddaughter, you need to leave all this behind. Leave this house! Leave Flowers! In his quest, he allied with the devil. The babies she once contained have actually been used as a tumble. Remember, your own life is being threatened, for the Flower will slowly or quickly present itself to its master as a tumbar. He was as evil as Nyai Imas. Later you will know who Nyai Imas really is. Get out of this place immediately!", said my grandmother.

After Grandma finished giving her warning, I woke up. Not to play surprised I know what is going on. Cold sweat washed all over my body. Horror took control of my entire neural network. My fur of romance stands all. Although it's just a dream, but I believe it's not a proper dream.

The next day, I packed the clothes and things I had. Then I say goodbye to my master. Of course Bunga did not expect at all, and with a heavy heart, he let go of me. I feel sad myself. Almost ten years I accompanied Bunga, day and night in the same house. The bond between me and the flower is already tight.

Finally, with heavy steps, I left Flowers and a series of sweet memories that we both had.

Entering the year 2000, after my age has crept for almost half a century, my longing for Flowers is unbearable. I would love to meet the woman who has given me so much experience. To put it bluntly, I once greatly admired Bunga for her beauty and gentle demeanor towards me.

Not strong to miss, soon I headed to the Kebayoran Baru area to find the Flower house that we had both occupied. I suspect, surely Bunga still lives in that house. It turns out my guess missed, because the security guard who guarded the house explained, that the owner of the house is no longer a flower. The security guard did not know where the flowers moved. Very disappointed I left there.

On another occasion, I went to the city of Bandung, to the house of his parents Bunga. I thought the Flower was there, or at least his parents and other brothers. Upon arrival there, all I met was a rather old man who claimed to be the Omnya of Flowers. He's the sister of his father Bunga. From this man I finally knew that the Flower's fathers had died.

This man told me that everything had changed. Especially about Flowers. No more famous artists, as well as the property of the Flower. Everything has changed hands to belong to someone else. All that remains is a story.

"It has been almost five years since Bunga suffered from paralysis. Almost all of his time was spent in a wheelchair. He almost never ate, so his body was so thin", said Om Bunga to me in a poignant tone.

"Where is he now?", I asked in a raucous voice as it drifted away in sadness.

"It's in his room!", he answered.

Bunga then stepped towards the door of the room. The door to the room was opened. I followed him from behind, then stuck my head out trying to look into the room.

Yeah, God! How very surprised I am, because the person who is said to be a Flower is none other than Nyai Imas. I turned and left immediately. Strange, why did all this happen?

When I entered the room, I briefly met with a glance with Nyai Imas. From behind her white hair that was being draped, her two eyeballs stared intently at me. As if with that look of hers she wanted to ask, "Why did you leave? I want your life!"

Horror has taken over all my feelings. With a stutter I said a goodbye to Om Bunga who certainly did not understand what had happened to me. The man only gaped in surprise at the sudden change in my attitude. I said I was very happy to meet the flower. But once I meet, why am I turning right? Perhaps, this confusion is what the Omnya Flower feels.

After the meeting, almost all the way home on the bus I was on, I put Istighfar's words in my heart. Unbelieving but real, Nyai Imas has possessed the body of Flowers. The shape of the flower I saw was very similar to the look of Nyai Imas several decades ago, when I and Bunga met him. Strange magical bin!

I wonder about this miracle. To uncover the mystery, I deliberately returned home. I'm looking for more information about Nyai Imas who lives in Pasir Geulis. From the people in the village, I was told that Nyai Imas had long disappeared. No one knows where the woman whose hair is white has gone.

Issues also circulated, that Nyai Imas is actually the incarnation of supernatural beings who control the Geulis Sand. On certain days, in broad daylight, villagers often find a beautiful woman of purple and rich color walking towards the house that was once inhabited by Nyai Imas. However, as soon as further investigated, it turned out that there was no one in the house. The house was just empty and getting weathered, full of dust and cobwebs. Until now the mystery of Nyai Imas inhabitants of Sand Geulis, has not been solved.

If I mentioned the actual name of the flower, of course many readers would know it. Yes, she is one of the very top 70s celebrities. But, I'm sorry I had to keep it a secret, because I don't want him to suffer more if I reveal his identity through this story. For sure, I hope this story has a silver lining.