The Body of My Son
"PLEASE FIND MY BODY"
WHERE IS MY SON'S BODY
Part 4's
I wanted to scream with all my might but my voice could not come out of the throat.
I could only be astonished with my heart pounding at the sight of Damar before me. The boy was holding my shoulder with his mouth agape and an eyeless face. A black, rancid-smelling liquid flowed from his mouth.
"Momuuu, I miss you! Please find my body, Mom! I'm cold in here!" whispers lirih.
I was silent and glued. Don't know what to do. I wanted to hug her and calm her down but I was scared. Wait, but what did he say just now, find my body? Does Damar mean he's already?
"Huhuhoo!"
The boy cried without tears. His voice echoed throughout the room.
My brain froze and I couldn't think anymore. Between doubt, fear, and longing. I wanted to chase her away but at the same time I wanted to hold her back and hug her so as not to leave. Wanted to read the letter of the exorcist, An-Nas, Al-Falaq, and the verse of the chair, but suddenly I forgot all the letters and verses I had ever spoken.
Finally with great difficulty, I tried to speak to the creature even though I was scared to death.
"Sa-yang, is this really you? What the hell happened to you? Who did you bad, son?" I asked with a stammer. I was finally able to ask the creature even though with great difficulty.
The creature was silent. No more crying. His face was facing me for a long time. Maybe if he had eyes, he would have looked me in the face long ago. My body was shaking, especially my legs.
The creature was about to open its mouth, but suddenly there was a knock from the front door.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
I was dumbfounded and reflexively turned towards the front door that was bounded by the walls of the room. And when I looked back at the creature, it turned out that he had disappeared.
I took a deep breath and collapsed onto the floor. My feet can no longer resist the shaking of my body. Although I can not deny that I was relieved when the creature left, but in my heart I feel increasingly anxious to think of Damar who is not yet clear fate.
The door's knocking is getting louder. "Mom, Miss Sulis!"
'It turns out the voice of Mr. Slamet.'
My feet still have difficulty standing. Finally I painstakingly sucked and walked out of Damar's room. When I got to the living room, I clung to the wooden chair and tried to stand up and walk towards the door.
Click! Click!
I turned the key twice and turned the doorknob slowly.
When the door opened, it appeared that Mr. Slamet was carrying a white sack and two large cardboard boxes. Beside the Slamet sir looks Udin sir, the driver of the Slamet package who is bald and big bodied.
"P, Mr Slamet?"
"Yes. Its me. Mrs Sulis, I would like to apologize profusely for representing myself and the entire community for mistakenly carrying the body of a boy I thought was a mother's son."
I swallowed spit. Confused to tell me what I've been through. I fear being considered gi la by the village chief who has been in office for five years.
"Surely Bu Sulis is still curious and worried because Damar disappeared and has not been found. Don't worry, later I'll instruct the whole village to look for Damar."
I just nodded weakly. "Thank you, sir."
Mr. Slamet seemed to think for a moment. "Hm, or maybe Mrs Sulis is pale because she hasn't eaten yet? I brought this sembako to Ms. Sulis as an apology and courtesy to my mother" said Mr. Slamet.
"Sorry Sir. Thanks for your attention to me and my son. But God willing my groceries are still enough and I can still eat with the garden in the back of the house" I said feeling bad.
Although not rich, my husband and I tried to save up and eventually set up a simple three-room house. Although the floor is still cement and the wall is still a brick that has not been painted.
Mas Abdi also planted a small patch of land behind the house with various tubers, vegetables, and bananas and a chicken coop containing ten state chickens.
Before leaving, Mas Abdi was persistent working as a vegetable trader traveling around the village while carrying a variety of rice made by me. He always advised that it is not easy to ask for or receive help from others when they do not really need help.
"Bu Sulis, I beg you not to refuse my gift. This is a windfall and also as a sign of apology for our carelessness to bring an unknown corpse to the house of Ms. Sulis," said Mr. Slamet quickly.
The village chief then turned to Udin.
"Udin, bring these things into the house!"
Udin nodded then dragged the rice sack and lifted the two boxes into the living room.
I just looked at Udin who was pacing around in my living room. Mr. Slamet is loyal. Although he was among the new rich people in this village, but he was never arrogant and often handed out groceries and money to the villagers, making him respected.
I think Mr. Udin and Mr. Slamet went straight home after Mr. Udin finished moving the pot into the house, but it turns out Mr. Udin returned to his car and took a pink gas canister from inside the Xpander pack Slamet.
My eyes bought when I saw Mr. Udin carrying the gas canister into the living room.
"Mother Sulis, these gas cylinders are brought to the kitchen and are they paired or placed here?" ask Mr. Udin politely.
"Here alone" I said.
Mr. Udin patted his palms together to clean the dust that stuck when all the goods had moved to the living room. I looked at the two men seriously.
"I cannot allow these fathers to enter the house, because I am a widow and I do not want any slander here. So if there's anything you still want to say, please just say it here." I pointed to the chair on the porch of the house made of bamboo that my husband had worked on when he was alive.
"Alright Mrs Sulis, we don't think we have anything else to say. We say goodbye first. We'll try to find Damar. If necessary, we can report to the police," said Mr. Slamet and Mr. Udin before finally saying goodbye and getting into his car.
The car of Mr. Slamet drove away from my house and I was surprised to see an eyeless Damar holding on to the rear bumper of Mr. Slamet's car while 'staring' and grinning at me!
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