Mustika Serpent's Skeleton
Abstinence

"Away awake?" I heard Mbah Sugiono ask.

The head feels dizzy, weak as if there is no energy. Exactly like a traveler who has long traveled in the desert without bringing supplies to connect his life. Thirst strikes, as this esophagus dries up.

For a moment I realized, swiftly picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, then closed this body that no thread was attached.

"Go first, there!" my door while glaring towards Mbah Sugiono who was also glaring at my body. He grinned like he did not feel guilty in the slightest, after which he left before me.

I thought to myself, did Mbah Sugiono also enjoy my body while I was unconscious?

"Bah, I took a shower. Where's the bathroom?" I asked when approaching Mbah Sugiono who was busy washing a keris.

He was still silent as he looked at the ancient object that was on top of the basin made of silver. Feeling irritated, I asked again with a slight shout.

"Change! Don't listen, what's pretending not to hear?"

"That," replied Mbah Sugiono while pointing at a well located beside the house.

"Well, that's it, dong!" I cried, then moved from the front door.

I approached the well, a very unkempt old well. There was a lot of trash everywhere, wanting to turn around in disgust, but my body really needed to be watered with water, even if it wasn't clean. I finally forced him to continue to draw.

Krekks! a kreek!

The sound of an old pulley rusted. The rust powder began to fall into the bucket. The fishy smell of blood is smelled in the sense of smell, nothing comes to mind other than cleaning the traces of mucus that has begun to dry on the surface of the skin. One by one they began to form like snake scales. Afraid? Sure have. For fear of turning into a demon.

"Dark! How to take a clean bath, while the water is also polluted," I muttered while pacing and slightly grabbing hair.

"Only online!" yell Mbah Sugiono.

"What do you wear, Mbah?" askaku while looking from behind the well divider board.

"That's a filter cloth hanging on the left," he replied.

I turned the position of the body to turn to Mbah Sugiono, then cuddled looking for the existence of the cloth. It turns out there was a brownish white cloth. Then, I used the cloth to filter the water, over and over again, because it took hard work to get a rather clear water.

After the bath and a few, I say goodbye to Mbah Sugiono. Because the second stack was also attached, I felt this face more shiny and more beautiful. I can't wait to get to Qenan, though the disgusting shadow still danced in my mind.

***

"Bik, Mas Qenan nanyain me, don't you?" ask Bik Imah after arriving home.

"Some, Madam. Later in the night, sir will come here," said Bik Imah.

"OKAY. Thank you, Bik." Then, I went straight into the room, and decided to take a shower, because even though I had taken a bath at Mbah Sugiono's place, it was still not clean. When finished, I threw the body on a soft mattress, until finally asleep.

Until the night before, I still refused to get up from the bed. The phone rang no matter how many times, because while sleeping, I let out a ringing sound. Immediately I grabbed the phone lying on the dresser. Turns out the phone is dead.

"What a sound, huh? The feeling of a cell phone ringing incessantly." As I fidgeted over what was happening, whether it was real, whether it was just a dream, my hand suddenly felt something under the blanket.

Geck! poke! poke!

"Darling, what are you doing? Open the door, dong!" call Qenan from the front door.

"Yes, just a minute, honey."

After I've groped again, there's nothing. Did I feel something long and slimy?

"Oh no, is that a snake demon?" tanyaku shuddered, while continuing to fumble.

"Darling, open the door." I heard Qenan calling.

I got up from the bed, then wagged the blanket, Nil. There was nothing beneath him, but he was still worried, knowing that the snake was following me.

"Come in, honey." Qenan nodded, then he sniffed my hair and shoulders.

"What's up, anyway?" my question is full of search. I was worried that Qenan smelled a rancid smell that was still lingering all over me.

"Scent," Qenan replied as he continued to sniff.

"Bubbo, yuk!" take Qenan, and he put me in bed. Actually all my bones were falling out, but in order to please him, I had to serve him.

***

Days passed, weeks changed months, but there was no certainty of Qenan. This feeling began to be erratic, I seemed to be a mere impingement.

One night, I asked him again about a promise he had made. However, he asked for more time until the big project is being hunted can be done well and smoothly.

"Until when?"

"Patience, Honey. Whatever it is, everything needs a process and self-maturation. Because marriage is not an easy thing." Qenan is back on his phone.

"Gear my eyes! Don't you love me?"

"Love. As I said earlier, the household does not rely solely on love alone," she continued to reassure me.

"Yes, you're right, Mom. But, aren't we getting enough? Even more than enough," I said.

"Materials can't be the cornerstone either." Qenan continued to dodge, until the feeling of cobbleness lingered in the upper reaches of my heart.

"Damn! Does that not work?" rutukku, without saying anything more, I immediately entered the room and locked the door.

Shortly after being in the room, Qenan's car was heard leaving the house. Broke also my cry finally, he had no intention of persuading me at all.

"Truggling to earn your love, but you're making me a doll." I'm intrigued, plus I remember what happened a few years ago. Both of my biological parents died because of me.

"No ... no! I don't want to repent just yet, before I can actually have Qenan whole and take possession of his property." Kuseka tears, then tried to contact Mbah Sugiono with a whisper of the mind.

"So, I need help. Come, Mbah."

Heheheheh!

"Okay, Mbah. Just be surprised." Suddenly Mbah Sugiono was already standing by the window, giggling like a ghost.

"What did you call me?"

"It looks like the stack is not working, Mbah. It's been a week since the month my lover promised me, but he never proposed to me."

"That's your fault!" The snapping of Mbah Sugiono made me gasp.

"What's wrong with me, Mbah?" my question is not to understand.

"You have violated the taboo. I told you not to eat a golden banana, but you still ate it." I don't get it much, because as I recall, there's no banana in this month.

"You dodging again?"

"Oath, Mbah. I don't eat bananas" I assured Mbah Sugiono.

"Bane cake!"

"What?" My eyes are glaring, my mind glaring. Bik Imah once gave a cake, but I could not feel the presence of bananas or banana juice in the cake.

"How else is this, Mbah? Can't it be fixed, or repeated the ritual from the beginning again?" tanyaku mengondong Mbah Sugiono.

"Cancel!"

"You mean, Mbah? But the word Mbah can not be canceled? And Mbah says life is at stake."

"Yes, you're right. It's the life of the stakes."

"That just let me die?" I started to get scared.

"Who said you'd die?"

"My love? No Mbah, not him. I love him, Mbah."