Mayit's Stab
Death of Grandma Sarminah

They agreed. Sarminah will be poisoned using cyanide. Rizal immediately went to look for sleeping pills and cyanide. After an hour, he finally returned. Powder sleeping pills are mixed into a spoonful of water and then administered to Sarminah who is still in a sitting position.

Surprisingly, he still remained glaring while repeatedly asking to be killed. They are confused why sleeping pills do not work against Sarminah's body. Rizal also re-embarked cyanide. After a few minutes, Sarminah was not killed. He is still in a sitting position.

“You see Farah!” Gion pointed to his mbok, “Mbok, we are unnatural. Cyanide does not work.”

“Then how is this?” ask Ningsih.

“There is no other way, we just giggle,” replied Rizal.

“No!” Farah refused.

But now no one cared about Farah's refusal. They will kill Sarminah to stop her suffering.

“Who would dare to do it?” ask Rizal.

All speechless.

“Ya already, we just hang,” Rizal decided.

“You're crazy!” farah shouted, it was too sadistic for him.

“You just wait outside, Farah,” tell Rizal.

Gion wants to force Farah out of the room. But, Farah brushed off his arm and went out of the room. They don't care about their relatives. Most importantly, now how to end Sarminah's suffering.

Rizal fastens a slap rope on the ceiling of the room. He made a circular knot. Gion prepared three chairs to raise Sarminah's body. After everything is ready, Rizal and Gion carry their Mbok body. Meanwhile, Ningsih held back her chair.

“Damn it!” delik Rizal's.

“Why?” Gion frowned.

“Pampers is leaking.”

Slowly Sarminah's body was raised to the top of the chair. A rope was tied around his neck. Rizal still held Sarminah's body from below. After all perfect, he took off his grip. Sarminah was hung up, her hands were not wriggling, her feet were calmly floating on the floor, and both her eyes were glaring.

He no longer said anything. After an hour of hanging, Rizal and Gion lower Sarminah's body. They checked the heart rate and pulse rate, no longer there. Sarminah died, it made them smile happily. Eventually their efforts to end Sarminah's suffering succeeded.

“How now?” ask Gion.

“We buried it.”

“I want a review first,” sergeant Farah. In any case, he still loves the same.

“Ya is up to you.”

Farah went to the residence of Mr. Sudarjo, the head of RT to announce to the residents that Mbok Sarminah was dead. Mr. Sudarjo was shocked to hear the news. Sarminah has been dying for a long time. He rushed to the musala to announce Sarminah's death.

That night the people gathered at Sarminah's house. Yasin's letter was read together in tahlil. Mr. Sudarjo then recited a prayer for Sarminah.

However, while being recited a prayer, Sarminah's arm that had been laid out for a while suddenly fell to the floor. Everyone was surprised and said Istighfar. Farah then corrected it.

Mr. Sudarjo again continued the prayer. Sarminah's arm fell off. Farah fixed it again. People are starting to get scared. They did not dare to look at Sarminah's body.

Shortly afterwards, a gong sound was heard being struck from the room. It made everyone present there scream in shock. And.. right then, Sarminah's corpse darted, flying just like that while laughing out loud. The cloth that covered his body scattered everywhere.

His body seemed to evaporate through the ceiling of the house. It disappeared. It made everyone run away in fear. They will surely remember the sound of Sarminah's loud and big laughter.

His body was never found again. The house became very haunted. Every night the sound of Sarminah's laughter is heard on the ceiling of the house and makes the residents afraid. Farah had put up a sign that the house was for sale. But until now it has not been done.

Who is Sarminah?

Once upon a time, in a village called Ci Ijau, Sukanti a beautiful woman who was a famous ronggeng dancer gave birth to a baby girl with a bad face. He did not expect that the baby would be born in such an ugly state, did not have a nose, his lips were sungging, his eyes were tight, his cheeks were burned.

Who is Sarminah?

Once upon a time, in a village called Ci Ijau, Sukanti a beautiful woman who was a famous ronggeng dancer gave birth to a baby girl with a bad face. He did not expect that the baby would be born in such an ugly state, did not have a nose, his lips were sungging, his eyes were tight, his cheeks were burned.

Guaranteed everyone who sees Sukanti baby will shudder in horror or can be sore. The villagers said that the Sukanti baby must have been cursed because the baby was the result of an affair with Burhan.

But, the child is still a child. Sukanti did not want to regret the birth of her daughter. Nor has he ever wept over the passing of Burhan, the bastard who impregnated him. From the income of dancing ronggeng that he supported his daughter.

Sarminah was so the name given to that ugly girl. No one wants to be friends with Sarminah. He is often seen playing alone under a bamboo tree just a doll made of wooden trunks that become his daily companion.

Bad luck has not reached it, when he was fifteen years old, his mother died of illness, he never knew what disease his mother suffered. Since then his life has become more difficult, fortunately there is Mbok Ibah, a paraji shaman who once helped his mother during childbirth, he is willing to take Sarminah as his son.

Mbok Ibah is very old, he was born when Indonesia was still colonized by the Netherlands. Even in the Japanese era, he had become jagun ianfu, the satisfied slave of the Japanese army. She was a lucky woman who could still survive the clutches of the Japanese army. Many of his friends died at the localization site. Some killed themselves or were killed by Japanese soldiers.

Now the old granny must take care of Sarminah the ugly girl. Mbok Ibah who had hunchbacked brought Sarminah to his home, for years he lived Sarminah from the results of massaging the villagers until Sarminah grew up.

One thing that could not be eliminated in him, he wanted to be like his mother, become a famous ronggeng dancer in Ci Ijau. But, with his ugly face, how could he follow in his mother's footsteps. A dancer must have a beautiful face and a beautiful body.

If Sarminah feels very impossible to be like her mother. Every night, in his narrow walled room, he often exercises into a ridge. Showing the ronggeng movements that he often watched when there was a show in the village.

“Not sleeping, Cu?” Ucu is Mbok Ibah's affectionate call to Sarminah. He opened the door and smiled at Sarminah.

“Numbers, Mbok.”

“You are a ronggeng dancer, tah Cu?” ask Mbok Ibah with a thick Sundanese accent.

“Like my mother, I want to be a famous dancer in Ci Ijau,” Sarminah said while continuing to demonstrate the dance even though it was broken.

Mbok Ibah went into Sarminah's room with gontai, he sat on the edge of the bed which was just a pandan leaf mat.

“Your dance is good, Cu. So remember your mother.”

“Thank you Mbok. See this,” Sarminah more agile just dancing in front of Mbok Ibah to make the old grandmother amazed.

“Care Cu,” Mbok Ibah chuckles, he's afraid his adopted son slips.

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