The Body of My Son
"CURRENCY"

WHERE'S MY SON'S BODY ?

Part 6's

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

"Aaaaaargggghhhh! Yoooooo!!!"

Surti's voice was so loud, that I and Mbok Darmi were shocked and looked at each other. We stood up and went to the bathroom.

Mbok Darmi banged on the bathroom door made of zinc so it sounded noisy.

"Sur! Surti! What are you doing inside? Let's get out of the bathroom!"

The mood was silent for a moment. But somehow my hair bristles.

Suddenly there was the sound of a slashing cry from Surti's mouth.

"Help me, Mom! Find my body, Mom! They're evil! Huhuhuhoo!

I swallowed spit. Only one thought came to my mind. Surti trance!

"Sulis, do you mind if I break this door down? Looks like Surti's possessed!"

"Yes, Mbok. Just break. Than anything with Surti," I said. "Also the wood where the door hinge is attached is worn and porous, it must be easy to break it."

Mbok Darmi looked at me.

"Let's help me, Lis."

I nodded and together we broke down the bathroom door.

Braunno!!! Braunno!!!

Twice Darmi and I tried to direct our weight to break down that door. But the door is still standing.

And when we were about to try the third break, suddenly the bathroom door opened from the inside.

Me and Mbok Darmi were stunned when they saw Surti speechless with his head down. Surti's long back hair that had been tied back was now scattered and covered his face. And my breath choked in my throat when I saw Surti's leg drift.

My blood rippled and my heart pounded. During my stay here, only this time did I experience a mystical event like this.

"Who are you? Get out of my son's body! You are a creature!" hardik mbok Darmi's. His mouth was comatosely chanting something I could not hear.

Surti who was initially silent and lowered his head suddenly raised his face to face me and mbok Darmi.

The girl looked at us with all her eyes bleached. The sound of heartbreaking cries came from his mouth.

"Help me! Find body!"

That's all that came out of his mouth. Surti slowly drifted towards mbok Darmi. And with a slow movement his hand stretched out towards mbok Darmi and strangled him.

"Go from my son's body!"

Mbok Darmi's hand gripped Surti's hand and tried to release his neck from the grip of Surti's hand.

Mbok Darmi then develop in Javanese language that I do not understand the meaning. Then he patted Surti's forehead and immediately Surti limp and fell unconscious on his adoptive mother's body.

"Surtis!"

I immediately helped Mbok Darmi move Surti's body onto the cement floor of my cold kitchen.

I looked at Mbok Darmi with confusion.

"Mbok, is Surti possessed? Though my whole life is not here, me and my family no one has ever been in a trance," I was confused.

Mbok Darmi sighed. "Like it is Damar is dead and maybe his spirit is wandering because Damar is having a bad thing" said mbok Darmi.

I'm glaring. "Honestly, deep down in my heart, I just want my son to be alive."

Mbok Darmi looked me in the eye and stroked my shoulder slowly.

I'm dumbfounded. "So, did Darmi ever have a real child?"

Mbok Darmi nodded. "It's not time I told you that, Lis. Now the most important thing is to take me water in a dipper. I'll wake Surti."

"We should not move Surti to the bed, Mbok. Damar's room is empty. Mbok Darmi and Surti can sleep there."

"It's an easy affair. Now the important thing is to wake up Surti first. Get me some water in the dipper, Lis."

I nodded then by doing Mbok Darmi's request.

Once again mbok Darmi kamat kamit a few moments ago blew the water in the dipper, then splashed the water to the face of Surti.

Shortly thereafter, Surti opened his eyes.

"What's going on in the bathroom, Sur?" much worry.

Surti looked at me and then looked at his adoptive mother in turn.

"What happened to me, Mom?"

"You're possessed, Sur. You just rest. Sulis, where's Damar's room? Please show Surti let him rest. He must still be shocked" pinta mbok Darmi.

I nodded and walked towards Damar's room. "Come here, Sur, come with me."

Actually I'm a little disappointed that I can't ask Surti what's in the bathroom of this house, but let me ask tomorrow. Surti was probably surprised.

Surti walked up to me and after the girl I took a break, I returned to the kitchen, coinciding with Darmi's mbok who had just finished tidying up the empty cardboard.

"Bok, there's something I want to ask."

I walked closer to the half-century-old woman.

Mbok Darmi. "What's up, Lis?"

I looked at Mbok Darmi. The widow who was selling pecel and fried rice was staring at me. For a moment I hesitated to ask him because my questions were about privacy and faith.

"What's up, Lis?"

"But don't take it personally. I just asked out of curiosity. I saw that when Surti was possessed, Mbok Darmi easily made Surti aware. There are Javanese tembang and other words that I don't know what they mean. So mbok, does mbok Darmi have supernatural knowledge? Maybe some kind of shaman?"

Mbok Darmi laughed at my words.

"I can do it if I only wake people up in a trance. But if to find out information about missing people or witchcraft, or other mystical cases, I can't. That's why you have to meet a shaman who can do all those things."

"Do you have a shaman acquaintance who can help me?"

"There was. But his house was across the village and in the middle of the forest. That's why you don't report to the police. It can only be handled by the paranormal."

I just nodded slowly although in my heart I did not fully agree on his words.

***

I stared at the round clock stuck to the wall of my room. It's 10 p.m. Ten times the sound of a fart has also sounded.

Mbok Darmi has been in the room since. But I haven't closed my eyes yet.

Kulirik Adinda who was asleep. My heart drizzled again. What's wrong with my life. My husband died when I was two months old. When Adina was six months old, Damar left.

Harsh tears I can't hold. My feelings are tight and I don't know where to complain. Suddenly an idea popped into my head. Kuraih mobile phone then contact Mr. Eko, sports teacher as well as extra-curricular Scout coach.

I wait for the continuous tone to turn into the voice of Mr. Eko.

"Hello. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam, Mr. Eko. Does Mr Eko have a police contact? Damar's gone and hasn't come home yet."

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