Kadarsih (Lintric Pity Pellet )
Episode 21: The Pellet Works

"Darsih?" call gently.

"Eh, Mas Wiranto," said Darsih with a fluffy smile. Showing a row of white and neat teeth.

"Where are you going, huh?"

"You go home, Mom" he answered.

"Where are you from?"

"I just met an old friend. Because of the preoccupation with chatting, it turned out that it was night," replied Darsih while chuckling.

"Yes, already. How about we take it home," Wiranto said.

"No need, Mas. Darsih did not want to trouble Mas Wiranto,"

"No. You're not troublesome. Will you take me home? Your house is far enough away. It's been a night, no vehicles!" force Wiranto, Darsih seems to think.

"Now you're so beautiful!" batin Wiranto praised Darsih's beauty.

"But really not ngrepotin Mas Wiranto?" said again.

"It's not troublesome at all, huh!" wiranto replied, "Let's go up!" Darsih was also sitting on the motorbike of her ex-husband.

Wiranto is very happy. A smile rose on the man's lips. Wiranto's hand reached out to Darsih's hand to hug her waist tightly.

Arriving in front of the house, Darsih down from the bollard of Wiranto motorbike. She thanked her ex-husband. Like getting a breath of fresh air, Wiranto asked for Darsih's mobile number. Darsih will not refuse, because indeed she has ulterior intentions on her ex-husband.

"Later if Mas kangen, Mas call you yes, Sih!" wiranto.

"Indeed, Mas Wiranto was not afraid if Roses knew Mas Wiranto was still contacting Darsih!" ask Darsih.

"Actually I still love you, Sih. You are always in my heart. Mas married the woman so that Mas could live a good life," said Wiranto.

"Then, why not just leave it, Mom? I took all his possessions, and Mas came back with me," said Darsih.

"Are you still the same?"

"I'll consider it," he said.

"Then your husband?"

"Ah, that's easy" he said, smiling, "Will you come in?" bargain Kadarsih.

"Your husband isn't angry, is he?"

"No, he was staying at his son's house" replied Darsih.

"Well, I'm lucky. Durian crucifixion collapses, "inner Wiranto.

"All right, Mom, come in!" answered nod by Kadarsih.

Wiranto seems to be watching the house inhabited by his ex-wife. Very large house, ancient Javanese style. Wood-walled, roofed beef jerky. The table and chair are also made of wood. With a lamp in the middle. The smell of jasmine strikes in Wiranto's sense of smell.

...The lamp lamp lamp is commonly referred to as a syringe or cemprong. Semprongan is usually in the form of a container with a round glass fire cover extending upwards. Container as a place where kerosene is used as fuel....

"Surprising" inner Wiranto. But he dismissed his bad thoughts.

"Mas, drink!" Darsih came out of a room with a tray filled with drinking water. But, strangely the beautiful woman came out in a brown Javanese dress, and her hair was carried. It looks so pretty.

"What is this, huh?" his manner of speaking made Wiranto bewitched.

"Tea is typical of my husband's estate. Drink, Mas. It tastes so good, you'll love it!" he smiled.

"All right,"

Wiranto sipped the black water. It feels so weird. But his body obeyed what Kadarsih said.

Kadarsih sat next to Wiranto. Darsih's wiggly fingers touched Wiranto's collar. There is a strange vibe in the heart of a man who is drunk with romance. Happiness enveloped his feelings. Wiranto kept looking at the face of his ex-wife.

"You're so pretty, huh?" puji Wiranto's.

"You're also handsome, Mum!" saith.

Darsih leads her ex-husband to a room. Dark room, no lighting. Suddenly the door closed. Whether wind or what, Wiranto doesn't want to know. The manic just wants to look at the ex-wife's face. Very beautiful, those words that were already imprinted on his heart and brain.

Of course Wiranto did not want to let go of this good opportunity. He immediately stripped off his top clothes, leaving only his boxer pants. In a dark room, they also combine love, worship and praise each other, in the name of love.

Wiranto peppered his wife's body greedily. The smell of jasmine scent on his wife's body, turned into a rancid smell, and then turned into a very foul carcass smell. Kadarsih's face turned into a large white creature. His face is so scary.

"Poo-cong!" wiranto shouted to run. His legs and body could not move. The creature was flying right above him, Wiranto was terrified. His body shook violently. His legs were so limp, he fell unconscious.

"Eh, didn't you see that?" one of the residents who saw Wiranto shake someone.

"Who?" ask friend.

"Mr Wiranto,"

"Sir Wiranto, isn't Bu Mawar's husband?"

"Yes, that one,"

"Why is that?"

"Ih, serem," he said.

"How are you?"

"So I saw, he was pinning Po-cong," he said shuddering in horror.

"Ah, don't make it up!"

"really. I saw it with my own eyes," he said.

"Oh, sereeem. How could it be?"

"Know it,"

The next morning, two of the grave diggers were astonished to find a man unconscious in a rubber kebon TPU. And, the face of the man was not foreign.

"Eh, this is not Mr. Wiranto. Miss Rose's Husband. How did you get here?" asked Wawan, one of the grave diggers.

"Yes, that's Mr. Wiranto. Her husband is Miss Rose" said Kardi, her friend.

"Sir? Sir?" Wawan shook the man's body.

"Sir Wiranto?" call Kardi.

"Heum," Wiranto seemed to blink his eyes. He was confused by the way he was being woken up by two men.

"Where am I?" tanyakanya.

"Father is at the funeral" answered Kardi.

"Kok I can be here?"

"It is precisely I who should ask like that to Mr. Wiranto!" he said, "How come you're here in a fainting state?"

Wiranto was confused. He remembered what happened last night. He was in a big house, a Javanese custom home. And together with a beautiful woman.

"Luckoooo!" Wiranto rattled his own hair.

"Sorry, I have to go! Please don't let anyone know!" he took out a few hundred thousand pieces of money from his wallet, and gave them to the two men.

"Good, Sir. Just calm down!" say them simultaneously.

Wiranto rushed away from there. He put his clothes back on the public toilet. Along the way, he seemed very confused. How could he suddenly be at the TPU. Though very clear, he was with Kadarsih.

"Wait, last night suddenly Kadarsih turned into a pocong. So, is the woman I met on the street not Kadarsih, but a pocong!" wonder Wiranto shuddered in horror.

"Any thing too, if, Kadarsih can get to the city. The distance between the village and the city is quite far. And, where is Kadarsih possible to the city. He has no family in town" Wiranto said.

Tiiiiiiiiiit ...

"Hey, don't daydream about riding a motorcycle!" shouted the driver of the cargo truck. Because, thinking a lot about Kadarsih, Wiranto did not concentrate on riding his bike.

"Ma-af, Sir!" he said by waving his hand.

to be continued ...