The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Shaman house

Seeing that the woman had already crossed the suspension bridge, I hurriedly tailed behind her. The path I went through was a path in the gravel layer and on the left and right in the form of wild plants as far as my chest. Lucky tonight is the light of the moon so the road I passed is not too dark. I, who was used to living in the village, had no fear of passing through the streets. Though the atmosphere was quiet and only the sound of owls was heard.

The more away the river the more the road uphill but not too high and I can pass normally. Maybe this is what my mother called the hill that told me earlier.

Arriving on the hill that is not too high, I can see a hut using patch lighting down there. Maybe that's what the shaman's house meant.

I stepped slowly to settle the precipitate approaching the hut house made of woven bamboo.

After approaching the hut I looked for a gap who knew I was lucky there was a gap that could show what was going on inside. While looking for an ear gap I set to hear their conversation. I also have a phone for recording.

A smile rose when I found an opening that was only enough for half my eyes. But it doesn't matter that I can see them even if it's just a little.

I put one of my eyes in the hole, it appears in there the woman I was following was sitting in front of a table full of offerings and strange objects. Soon, a large, old, jet-black man and his sinister face came cross-legged across the table.

"What's wrong?" Ask the man.

"Mbah's loving presentation no longer works in my husband's body. He's changed, not obedient, often angry even my spending money has been limited. He no longer gives me what I want, Mbah."

The thick, fused eyebrows belonging to the shaman appear to be interlocked." How can? didn't you just come here three months ago?"

"Yes, Mbah. But that's what happened. I have also not seen the creatures that Mbah sent to my house."

The shaman was silent but not long before he shook his head." No, it's impossible. There's no way they're leaving your house. Unless there is one member of your family who is obedient to worship.

"I'm not lying, Mbah. But let those creatures go out of my house. My arrival this time is not to ask for favors anymore but."

"Noooo!"

"Yes, I want Mbah to send Bagaskara. I want him dead."

"Why do you want to kill him? isn't that you love her?"

"I never loved her. I wanted to marry him for two reasons. The first I want to live well and the second I don't want to see Hanum alive."

" Who's Hanum?"

"Bagaskara's first wife. But he's dead."

"Dead!"

"Yes, I killed him. Mbah Urip who knows. He was alive then."

"Did my father do it?"

"No, I had two nurses kill him. While I only told Mbah Urip to brainwash Bagaskara so that he would marry me immediately."

Instantly my chest felt tight to hear the woman's confession. My guess is that he killed my mother and separated me from my family.

"You really want to make your husband die?"

"Yes ."

"But you know the main requirement if you want to ask something from me?"

"Satisfy Mbah, right?"

"Smart, but since you're asking for a pretty heavy thing I'd like to do it twice."

The woman seemed to think but soon she agreed to the black man's wishes. While I who hear and see try to digest the sentence they speak. But when I was thinking, they entered a room. From there I understood that in addition to paying with money, the shaman asked for payment with the body of every woman who asked for his help. Worth it, said the mother who told me that the shaman rejected male patients and maybe this is the reason.

In the middle of me being pensive with my own thoughts, suddenly the voice of de sa han and racauan sounded mutually unpretentious sahutan in the room. It makes my romance feathers goosebumps along with shudder in disgust at the thought of the woman's body in the body of a big man, jet black and ugly like genderuwo. My father's pity throughout his life was to sleep with women who often slept with demons in the form of humans.

While they were fighting to create their version of the world's enjoyment of heaven, it came to my mind to throw away all the shaman's work equipment in order to hinder his work to do evil to my papa.

Before I did that, I sent Raihan a video and photo first. I just thought that Raihan should know where I am right now. But unfortunately in this place quite difficult signal.

Then I went in through the main door and luckily it wasn't locked. I entered the sink while closing my ears because in the sound of pleasure it sounded very loud once made me even more disgusted to hear it.

The tail of my eyes circled looking for a container to anchor the mystical object. After getting what I was looking for I immediately embraced it all without any residuals. After that, I hurried out and threw the objects behind the bush a few meters away from the house.

After disposing of the mystical object how surprised I was, the figure of the jet-black large body was already standing behind me with sweat flooding his body. How did he know about my whereabouts?

My heart was pounding, my body started shaking. Highlight his red eyes staring hungry along with a grinning smile. It's scary and disgusting. I stepped back as the shaman stepped forward.

"Dear baby. Let's play in my room" said the man, extending his hand to me.

I shake my head. This time I was really scared to see the shaman. When I was stuck, I was confused. The shaman grinned at me who was in confusion looking for a way because behind me was a rushing stream.

"I'm the devil, let go."

"Ha ha don't dream. I won't let you go before I taste your body first."

"No, I don't want to be touched by a disgusting demon like you."

"Ha ha ha."

When I tried to get my hand out of his grip, a wood floated towards us.

Bughhhh

"Yetoo."

The wood hit the shaman's back until he screeched and his hand slipped out of my hand. I immediately moved away from the shaman.

"Suckers. Who would dare to hit me?" His screams as his eyes circled in any direction.

Bughhhh

"Yetoo."

Again, I watched with my own eyes a beam hit the shaman's shoulder until the shaman staggered.

"Fuck, who are you? show me your form."

Bughhhh

And again I saw a piece of wood hit his back until he fell.

Not yet exhausted my shock, suddenly a female figure similar to me suddenly sat on the shaman's head. My eyes were perfectly rounded because what I saw was not a dream nor a hallucination but reality. The figure continued to sit on the shaman's head until the shaman limp and then sprawled. I don't know if the shaman died or just fainted.

"Mother...are you Hanum's mother, my mother?" I greeted the figure, slowly stepping closer to him. I'd love to hug her.

"Mother..mom...." But the figure was silent.

"Chap...Mbah.." while I was walking closer to that figure, suddenly the woman called out to the shaman who was lying helpless. And at that moment the figure of Hanum's mother disappeared.

"Chap...Mbah.astaga Mbah, why you Mbah ?"He looked shocked to see his shaman in a helpless state.

Then he looked towards me who was still standing staring at the passing of Hanum's mother figure.

"Heh, what are you doing to my shaman?" He yelled at me and then I looked at him. At that moment his face turned into a surprised face mixed with a face of fear.

"Ha...Oh, hanum!" he said and then stepped back away from me. Maybe she thinks I'm Hanum's mother's ghost. It's only natural that he thinks I'm a ghost. My hair was long and random. White long sleeve shirt.

I looked at him. A deep sense of resentment just like that after seeing that woman in front of me. It feels like I want to take his life right now so that he feels what it's like to have his life forcibly taken away.

"Kill him Nuri, kill, kill, kill.." Satan began to control my thoughts and feelings. I stepped forward he continued to step back avoiding me.

And within seconds the woman ran towards the house and then came in and closed the door. I quickly took my step and broke the door easily without feeling any pain in my legs. The door was also detached from its hinges. The woman fell to the ground until she hit the room.

Then I entered with an unchanging look. Then step closer to him. The woman was panicked and frightened with her body crouching and clinging to the room. I looked to the side and saw a knife slung in the bamboo room and I took the knife.

"You must account for your actions by the devil" I said loudly and the knife I raised was ready to stab the woman in the head.

"For Hanum, for Christ's sake. Ii'm sorry. I'm sorry Hanum.I'm sorry," said the woman with a trembling body.

I paid no heed to his apology but smiled grinning and raised the knife higher ready to draw it.

"Don't you tell your hands to kill the demon woman and the curse is dear."

Suddenly the voice sounded behind me. I looked back, papa was staring at me.

"Mr.papa!" say me.

"Darling, dear istighfar. Don't do that." Raihan.

"Don't equate your temperament with the bad woman outside in that, brother." Bayu's sister prevented me.

Two policemen stepped wide at me and curled the woman up.

I removed the knife in my hand and it fell on the cement floor.

Papa stepped wide and hugged me tightly. I cried in his arms and so did papa, he cried while peeping my head.