The Body of My Son
"QORIN JIN"

WHERE'S MY SON'S BODY ??

Part 5's

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!

I was surprised and rubbed my eyes and looked at the car of Mr. Slamet and it turns out Damar has disappeared.

I sighed and sat down on the stairs made of mortar by propping up my chin on my left hand and leaning against the wall of the house, trying to figure out what had just happened all day. But the more thought, instead of meeting the answer, my head felt increasingly dizzy. This pain seemed to bite my head.

The night wind made my mind even more agitated to imagine what had happened to Damar.

"Assalamualaik."

I almost tiptoed when I heard the sound of greetings. Immediately I turned to the origin of the voice and looked mbok Darmi and Surti, the only adopted child mbok Darmi who was 19 years old.

"M-get Darmi?" kelu. So seriously I thought, until I didn't see my neighbor coming to my house.

"Why are your nights daydreaming here, Lis?" ask Mbok Darmi.

I swallowed spit. I couldn't help my curiosity anymore. And I knew that I needed a friend to talk to.

"Mbok, he ... here."

Mbok Darmi eyes buy astonishment. "He who?"

"Go in first, Mbok. I have so much to say" I replied.

Mbok Darmi and Surti then entered the house. The old woman looked around the house before sitting on the wooden chair of the living room. I sat opposite Mbok Darmi.

"Who's coming, Lis?" ask mbok Darmi enthusiastically.

"Damar," I said briefly, wanting to see Darmi's reaction whether he would believe it or if he would just think I was hallucinating. Mbok Darmi was stunned to hear her. I thought he might not believe my story.

"That's why I came here, Lis."

This time I was surprised. So Mbok Darmi predicted this?

"If you allow me, I'll stay here with Surti now."

"I want to, Mbok. Please accompany me here. I was so confused by what happened. Between fear and longing for Damar, Mbok."

I feel like my heart hurts so much. Not long ago Abdi left me forever, and now Damar has gone from my life.

"So you said Damar was here? What did Damar say?"

"He said he asked me to help him find his body and they've been mean to him."

"Didn't he tell you who he meant?"

"No, Mbok. Because Mr. Slamet's hunting down here and delivering these groceries."

My eyes turned to the various sembako and gas cylinders that were lying in the living room.

"What should I do, Mommy?"

Mbok Darmi looked at me with a mysterious look.

"If the dead person is unnatural let alone buried improperly, that person will certainly try to tell his condition to the closest person. Maybe this is what happened to Damar."

Mbok Damar paused his sentence and I still faithfully listened.

"I can't believe that Damar is dead. Then who's the body of the boy who was bathed here?"

"Sulis, the dead cannot live anymore. But everyone has a companion genie. His name is jin Qorin. That's what Jin probably wants to convey to Damar's condition right now."

Suddenly I remembered something.

"Mbok, that was ... earlier when Mr. Slamet left this house, Damar stuck to the back of the pack car Slamet."

"Are you sure, Lis?"

"I'm sure, Mbok."

"Do any other people know about this?"

"No. Just mbok Darmi and Surti. Even Mr. Slamet doesn't know because I don't want to be considered weird by him."

"good. It should be if things like this you are self-serving. Or you tell the people who understand mystical things, Lis. Rather than being able to cause a riot in this village."

I swallowed spit. Baffled.

"Then what's your next plan, Lis?"

"I'll call the police, Mbok. I don't want to linger confused to find out and wonder about Damar's condition.

I hope that if the police report, Damar will be found soon. Hopefully still alive. But even if things happen that are not desirable, I will strengthen my heart, Mbok!"

"If you can make a suggestion, don't go to the police, Lis."

I frowned. "Why is that, Mbok?"

"The police report will require a lot of money, can make one village beggar, after all the mystical things must be fought with the mystical."

I snorted to hear the words mbok Darmi. But I think the old man's words have a point.

"I'll think about it again, Mbok," I said immediately.

"alright. If you really want to solve your problem to a shaman, you can tell me. We're going to the shaman's house of my acquaintances together."

I let out a breath. Actually since I was a kid I didn't really trust shamans. But I kept quiet because I wanted to appreciate my neighbor's advice.

"Alright, Mbok. I'm gonna take this and put it in the kitchen. Mbok Darmi and Surti can rest in Damar's room only," said I allow.

"Yes. Later Surti and I will rest after helping you clean up this pot."

We also began dragging the sembako and gas cylinders into the kitchen as well as arranging them on the shelves.

I opened a cardboard box and gasped at the contents. There are instant noodles, cooking oil and sardines. I carefully arranged the dining shelves.

I then approached Mbok Darmi and Surti who opened the only cardboard that turned out to contain chicken dough, cooked salted eggs, raw chicken eggs and envelopes.

"There's an envelope, Lis!" report Darmi mbok while holding out the envelope to me.

I gulped and received the envelope from Mbok Darmi.

"Just open up in your room, not here. It's for your sake" said mbok Darmi.

I put the envelope in the negligee's pocket.

"Later I'll open it, Mbok. Mr. Slamet is good. I see he often helps the villagers who are in trouble."

Mbok Darmi nodded. "really. Mr. Slamet is very good."

"Mr Sulis, I'm going to the bathroom. Is that the bathroom?" sarti asked who saw the bathroom door open.

My bathroom is close to the kitchen. I'm nodding. Sarti stood up and walked into the bathroom.

A few moments while the girl was in the bathroom, suddenly her screams were heard.

"Aaaaaargggghhhh! Yoooooo!!!"

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