The Dark World
Cockroaches

...THE CRAMP...

...Author by: David Khanz...

Kelasih stroked her distended stomach. Occasionally grimacing pain while closing the eyes. The woman was pregnant. Some days heartburn often comes whack, accompanied by contractions of the baby in the womb thrashing.

"When do you get home?" ask her via cell phone when she calls Sanad, her husband. There was an answer from across the street, "Yes, I'll be home soon, Dek. Wait, yeah. Patience."

"But my stomach is heartburn again, Bang. Hhhhhhh .. ssshhh!" Grazed back grimacing.

"I-iya, A-branch permission d-former s-now."

Phone disconnected.

Look at the phone screen. The rest of the battery power has turned a flickering red color. Just a few more percent. Then put the cloth on the table, next to the drinking glass.

CRUST! CROATIA!

The voice came from the side of the bedroom, where Kelasih was currently. It came from a coffin that was laid beside the musala.

Lustful stroking chest. He was holding the window curtain. Peek for a moment the existence of the coffin. Silence and silence. No sound like that.

"Yes, God! Who else is going to die this time, huh?" mumbled I thought for a moment. His hair suddenly brushed. "Protect us from all the temptations of your damned creature, Lord."

Old crandas, according to the story of the people around. Already there when Sanad and Kelasih first inhabited the rented house. Temporary residence until Sanad gets a new job, so the reason the woman's husband used to be. In addition to the relatively cheap rental price, also because it is not so far from the factory where the man earns a living. It's a temporary plan, but it's been almost two years they've been living there.

Not a strange thing and the first time, almost every sound of the coffin was heard, often accompanied by news of the death of one of the residents. Coincidentally or not, as if the creepy thing already knows, that it will be used soon.

'Ah, what kind of trust is that?' kasih said trying to amuse yourself.

CRETAS! THE TRACK!

The voice sounded again.

Kelasih rubbed the nape that suddenly felt cold. There was a rush of blood flowing rapidly towards the head.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim," said Kelasih in a sharp.

If only it were not for economic reasons, it felt that the woman was reluctant to contract this house. At least do not have to be neighbors with objects that have a frightening aura. But there is no other choice, nor ask the village manager not to put the coffin there. Kelasih can only give up. After all, over time, the fear that often runs first, slowly begins to decrease and get used to it.

There are no immediate neighbors, only the musala and the coffin are there. Because in the past, this rented house was intended only for musola managers on the side. For some reason, after there was such a long round object, they left.

Fluency stroking the stomach that continues to move. It seems the baby can't wait to get out. Only the little ringist could that woman do. No one can be asked for help. Including pouring water into a glass on the side table. That is, Kelasih had to take it himself to the kitchen.

PRAK!

She immediately remembered the figure of her husband. Where is he now? Still at work or on the way home? Heart of Mercy suddenly felt uncomfortable. There are worried lesak raining feelings.

"Bang Sanad .." whispered Kelasih while watching the broken glass. "May you be safe and get home soon."

The shard reminds me of what happened to Kelasih's father first. Accidentally, his mother broke. Not long after that, the news arrived. The priest of their family was found dead overseas. So it is not without reason, if Kelasih also think the same at this time. But still hoping, this is not a premonition.

With a staggered step, Kelasih intended to head to the kitchen to fetch a glass of drinking water. Thirst felt, ignoring the pain that wrapped around the stomach. Gontai lifted the tracks one by one, accompanied by a roaring ring.

CRETAS! CRETAS!

The keranda is speaking again. It's the third time in the near future. It seems he wants to talk to Kelasih. Calling a name that will be its temporary occupant. I don't know who, when, and where.

Well, I don't care. He just wanted to drink, not joking around looking for the meaning of a voice.

"Abuehhh .... " Love sluggish. The crashing on the floor was accompanied by a biting pain. There was a puddle of fresh blood smelling fishy swirling from behind the winding cloth on the waist.

"Yesinngg!" jeremy screams while trying to get up. Yet futile. The pain took away half of his strength. He's glaring helplessly. Drenched in blood that flooded, mixed with thick liquid clear whitish.

"Hheegg!" kelasih moans. This time accompanied by a push as hard as possible. The sweat spots begin to shine all over the body. Decorate the rhythm of the suffering of a woman who struggles to survive alone.

For a long time I could only say the name of a beloved man. But the one called has not yet arrived. Later, the voice was heard again ....

CRETAS! BRACKET! THE HUT!

Steady, pitted against the screech of Kelasih at the end of the breath. Presenting a tiny human figure to the world, complete with his writhing and crying.

The coffin fell from the backrest on the wall of the musala. Splitting separate the base with its cover. No one knows, except for the two of them. The petite and the petite figure.

"Dad!" call Sanad who just arrived home. The motor was left lying in front of the door. Hurry to open the door, then enter looking for Kelasih.

"Sir!!!" This time it was not a call, but a scream mixed with incredible shock. "Daddy, what happened to you? Deck!"

Sanad slid towards Kelasih's deck on the floor. Grabbing the woman's body and crouching in a hug.

"Sir, awake! This is Brother coming! Husband, Deck! Come, wake up ... wake up ..." yelled Sanad while shaking his wife's body. Likes don't move. Silence mute. As the woman's pulse froze.

Sanad's eyes turned to a tiny figure under the twitch of Kelasih's feet. Still stretched out with her raucous crying voice. Probably because it has long been neglected in sobs.

"Yes, Lord .."." whispered Sanad, watching the two figures. One thrashed, while the rest silently pegged in a stiff. "I'm sorry for all your mistakes, Dek! You're late to come home!"

Clear droplets began to stream in the man's eyes. A moment later down his dark cheeks. Just like the feeling he was feeling. Raging with emotion shook the chest. Then the scream exploded, "Tidaaakkk!!!"

...DONE IT...