Inherited Blood
Chapter 18 is Missing
The entire group led by Father and Mother Malik entered Mak Nairah's house. The woman just stared coldly, from where she stood.
"You just sit here, let us find you." Malik's father held his wife's shoulder.
"I'm looking too, Bang." Malik's mother insisted.
"No, you must be tired, you have been sleep deprived for two days." Malik's father persuaded.
"Neither sleep has been two days." Malik's mother looked at her husband.
"Not what, you're still strong. You sit down." Malik's father pulled his wife's hand and headed for one of the chairs. Malik's mother also said.
Malik's father and five men checked Mak Nairah's room, starting from the closet, under the bed, to the ritual room whose door was also connected to the woman's room. All gazing in horror at the ritual table, no one dared to approach. They stood transfixed, the cold wind that delivered the rancid smell of blood resuscitated them.
"Jeek! Hueek! What's this smell?" The man in the hat refrains from nausea only limited to the throat. All of them instantly closed their noses and hurriedly came out.
They ran out of Mak Nairah's room, then heaved a sigh of relief.
"Foruunlah, it stinks. Good thing I didn't throw up...." The red barbecue man sighed many times.
"Yes, it smells like carrion." Said the man in black, his body trembling withstanding his revolting entrails.
"It's not a carcass, it's the smell of blood." Malik's father stepped out of the room. He was the last man out. Before coming out, he saw a basin on the table. He stepped closer to the table and saw the contents of the basin. Looks a little blackened blood. The scent of blood rippled throughout the room.
"Hiiiii...blood? Whose blood? Never mind, Mak Nairah is drinking human blood, so she has shaman science." Man in a shudder hat
"Surely he drank blood, if any of our citizens were to bleed to death, it must have been the work of Mak Nairah. If that happens, we don't shut up, we'll report it to the police." The man in red was upset.
"Are you brave to go to the police?" Ask the man in black.
Hearing the question, the man in red was staring in a stupor.
"Of course, don't think about it. We need to find Malik first." Malik's father said, "Come, let's continue looking." Malik's father stepped into Kemuning's room.
Five men followed Malik's father. Inside his room, Kemuning's bloodied face lay like a sleeping person. They checked the closet, and under the bed. Suddenly, Kemuning's eyes opened and looked towards Malik's father. The originally sharp gaze gradually became soft, then a speck of tears flowed down both cheeks. Malik's father went through the bed with his eyes. The man could not see Kemuning lying there. For a moment his gaze was fixed on Kemuning, then turned to some Kemuning picture frames on the wall.
"This must be Kemuning's room." Malik's father approached the frame. Kemuning's face looks cheerful and his smile is glistened in the photo, "Mother really likes you with Malik. I would love you to be my son-in-law. But, too bad, your life is not long." Malik's father sighed sadly. He recalled, the first time Malik brought Kemuning to meet him and his wife. Before meeting Kemuning, his wife did not agree that their son was in a relationship with Kemuning. His wife does not like, with Mak Nairah. The woman was known as a black flow shaman. However, after meeting Kemuning, his wife's heart became melted. They did not refuse, however, when Malik asked them to propose to the girl.
"Sir...." The man in red holds Malik's father's shoulder. Malik's father gasped and looked at the man.
"Not here?" Ask Malik's father. The man nodded, though,. "We're looking in the next room." Malik's father stepped towards the door.
They also did not find Malik in the next room. Until, all the rooms have been entered, as a result they did not find Malik. Likewise, other residents were checking the entire room. Nothing worked and they met in the middle of the room. Seeing Malik's father and the citizens, Malik's mother rose up, then stepped closer to them.
"We checked all the rooms. There's no Malik, sir." The man in plaid clothes said to Malik's father.
"There are no rooms either." Said the man in long sleeves.
Malik's father sighed, then looked at his wife's face. .
"Where's Malik, Bang? Where's our son?" Malik's mother said slowly. Malik's mother's face was clouded.
"Patience, Mom. We'll search the whole house again. We're looking outside, around the house. Hopefully, we can find Malik." Malik's father held his wife's shoulder, looking gently at her to calm down.
"Yes, Bang." Malik's mother nodded.
Malik's father looked at all the citizens who were waiting for orders.
"Now, we're looking outside." Said Malik's father, then stepped out of the house followed by everyone. Meanwhile, Malik's mother stood up disturbed thinking about her son. Slowly, her tears flowed.
Nairahs! He must be hiding my son!
Mother Malik said. Mom Malik stepped out of the house. Mak Nairah sat on the porch of the house, her gaze straight ahead. His mouth looks pawing. Hearing the footsteps approaching, Mak Nairah turned her head.
"Where have you met your son?" Mak Nairah's tone of voice sneered at Malik's mother, who was standing before him.
"I know you did something to my son. You must be hiding my son!." Malik's mother said sharply.
"What am I hiding your son for?" Mak Nairah said kalem.
"Don't lie, Nairah! If they find my son here, you'll know the consequences!" Threaten Malik's Mother. He never wanted to deal with Mak Nairah again. But, if his son is hidden Mak Nairah, he will make the woman regret.
"Find your son first. Then you can face me." Mak Nairah stared at the violent.
"I'm sure my son is here. If no one finds it today. I'll come back to look for him!" Malik's mother's gaze threatened, before she stepped towards the place where the troupe was looking for Malik.
Mak Nairah smiled looking at Malik's mother.
You won't find your son....
Mak Nairah said in her heart.
The group regrouped, their faces looking grim.
"Nothing?" Ask Malik's mother to see those lethargic faces.
They all shook their heads.
"All the places we're looking, Malik didn't meet. Surprisingly, we don't see Kemuning either." The man in black spoke.
"Yes, huh? Where is Kemuning? Mak Nairah said her son was still alive. But, we don't see Kemuning in this house." Said the man in the hat.
Malik's father nodded, with his chin furrowed.
"Perhaps, Kemuning was buried, Mak Nairah said his son was still alive to comfort his heart." Said the man in red.
"Yes too. Maybe she didn't accept her son's death, so she said cake."
The words of the man in the hat were greeted by a nod by everyone.
"If so, let's go home. How about Mr Lukman? Can we go home?" Ask the man in the red dress to Malik's father.
Malik's father sighed, then looked at his wife who nodded in agreement.
"Yes, let's just go home. May Malik come home by himself later. Maybe, she went to her friend's house and forgot to tell us." Malik's father nodded, his heart hoping that what he said was true.
Before following the troupe that was walking towards the exit, Malik's mother looked at Nairah who was also staring at him from the porch of the house. He can't do anything at the moment. Malik's mother's breath sounded heavy, then stepped quickly following the group.
The group also stepped out of Mak Nairah's house. Seeing that everyone had come out of his courtyard, Mak Nairah laughed.
"Ha ha ha ha. Until any time you won't find Malik." Mak Nairah laughed satisfied. Besides they could not find Malik, they would also not be able to see Kemuning, as their views had been diverted by Mak Nairah.
Mak Nairah was still sitting on the terrace, when she heard the screams.
"Byhoo"kkhhh"
His body reflexively got up and ran towards the direction of the shout. His hearing was in Kemuning's room.