The Mystery of Tolaki Girl Beauty
The dark side of me

I traced a pitch-black night, to a place where there was illumination of its petromax lamp, pretending to inquire about the transport to the mekongah valley.

"Where's it coming from?", asked a man in black, big height, and his mouth smelled of liquor.

"You go to the hamlet in the valley of the mekongga bang, I'm from far away, incidentally, the night arrived here" I said.

The man, seen rolling his eyes, to his friend who was busy drinking and digresses.

"Alright, let us take you to the destination Miss", he said.

I'm sure, these are the men who raped me in turns, I can't wait, want to avenge me, I want to behead them one by one.

"Thank you in advance bang", I said, taking a peck at his stomach, making him more kegeeran.

"I'm sitting in the middle of aja bang", kupancing them with my flirtatious style.

"It's up to the lady, which is important to be good for the lady and good for me" he said

The car drove with a bang of loud music, curling our journey deliberately directed wrong again.

"Surely they are looking for a villa again, to turn me" I said in my heart.

I laid my hand on the man sitting next to me, and he returned my arms and kissed me.

"Is it the smell of jasmine?" he said in astonishment.

"Yes bang, I do not smell jasmine", I said.

The man looked suspicious of me and let go of his embrace.

He chose to move to the back seat, while the others, more naughty and brash.

"Down here yes deck", ucsp the curly hair, the most ruthless man used to treat me

"Yes bang, here" then I got off deliberately dressed sexy.

"Darling with my brother", he said, then hugged me.

I noticed they were all ready to be rude to me, and then I turned myself into a real jamila when they were just taken down, with a body full of wounds.

"No, you're just a demon who wants to trick us, go" he said.

"Don't be afraid bang, I still want to,ayo hug me" I said.

They were running around in fear, but still I could catch up, they looked very scared.

"Even Jamila, we don't know about it" they said.

I got excited, played with them, and made them collide with each other, my criminal soul was getting ready, I took a machete and slit their throats, and left them.Their bodies I threw abysmal, like they threw my body away.

*******

Hana, restless waiting for jamila who had gone a day and a night did not return, to be called, impossible.he is not an ordinary man, but a nation of dedemites who came to the world, with one goal, namely revenge.

"Sir hana, I'm sorry for my brother who waited a long time" said jamila.

"Emang, where are you, where are you from?", he started grumbling.

"Abis revenge, all of them have been exterminated brother, left kak hana kuandar to my parents' house" said jamila.

Apparently, the journey to the settlement of old people jamila, very difficult, the road of rocks that climb, sometimes have to go down, the flow of water that profit is very shallow.

"That's my house, brother, under a big tree, I'm not going to go there, I can't cross the line there, my father planted something that will not be able to enter any invisible creature" said jamila

I can tell you, if Jamila's father did that, because my father did the same thing, while living in the forest.

"Excuse me", I said.

There's no word from within, I repeat once more.

"Excuse me", cried, raised my voice.

There were very slow steps, opening the door, an old woman, squinting her eyes at me.

"Sorry, who's looking for you?", he asked.

"I'm looking for jamila mom's parents" I said.

He cried, when I asked him about jamila, then let me sit down.

"Let's sit down, son" he said.

Then I told him what I meant, about the jamila who wanted to be buried so as not to be excited again.he cried and hugged me.

"I'm jamila's mother, son, wait, while her father comes" said jamila's mother, while presenting a cup of sweet tea.

Shortly came too, a man.yg after bathing, join chatting in the living room, raut his face was very sad, real from his tears floating.

"Maybe that's the way that must be taken jamila son, even though I have advised to remain defiant, let the spirit of the father who takes care of the son, you go home quickly to the city, this village is very dangerous for you", said jamila's male parents, who looked very worried about me.

Jamila's parents, told me to stay overnight in her hut, the reason outside is already very dangerous because of jamila, has made a riot by killing several lives.

"It's a good night, son, it's very dangerous outside" said mr. hanan, his father jamila.

"Yes, thank you very much" I said.

Mr. Hanan's wife treated me to dinner with traditional food in our area, namely sinonggi (Sago porridge) mixed with various vegetables and fish sauce and eaten with salted fish.

"Are sir Hanan not afraid, if at any time they , will come here to demand a reply?", ask me curious.

Hanan smiled at me, making me even more confused.

"Nobody can see my house, son, except the people I want, father and mother, not ordinary people, Jamila also suffered such an ill-fated fate, because of the hardness of her heart, he said,he does not want to hear advice", said Mr. Hanan.

Now I can only understand if pak hanan, not an ordinary human, he is from the jinn, only jamila who is too ambitious to be human because crazy with fair to be the cause of his destruction.

"Yes, my dear Hana, see the aura that radiates in your body, are you really throwing kandole?", asked Mr. Hanan.

I was stunned to hear that question, which really happened to me, I had been dribbling kandole for generations before me.

"Sir, sir, but I try as much as possible to throw away the negative aura, I want to live like an ordinary human being" I said.

"That's something that the present generation is so afraid of, son, we want to coexist with ordinary humans, but in reality, we are but excluded from them, the reason for inequality, by our physical contrasts with them", said mr. Hanan while steaming his coffee.

"So what about jamila's body, sir?", I asked again, which was my main purpose here

"Tomping father and mother to the valley of son, you go back to the city alone, I think there are still many needs of you" said Mr. Hanan.

I can no longer fight the Hanan sir who insists on sending me home, maybe he has a certain purpose.

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Last night sleeping at Mr. Hanan's house, the sound of rustling, the sound of women crying from far away, making it difficult for my eyes to be closed, the aura of unseen in this house makes me a little afraid,but I realized I was actually part of them too, only I was destined to live in the human realm.

"Kak hana!", came the sound of jamila calling me

"Jamila, where are you?", I asked curious, not that jamila could not penetrate his parents' house

"Kak hana, I've been locked in this big urn!", cried jamila.

I was stunned to hear Jamila's words, what sir Hanan had caught to avoid the next victim.

"Kak hana, please let me go", pinta jamila.

But I'm afraid Mr. Hanan will get angry when he finds out what I'm doing.

"Hana, sleep, son, don't listen to jamila" said a man who apparently heard the sound of jamila.

The sound of jamila crying sliced through my iris, her groaning voice was very sad, making me shed tears.

"I'm sorry for my limitations here Jamila" I said in my heart.

Jamila kept crying and howling like a beaten man, making me unable to hear it, I took my bag away from Jamila's parents' house, to get back to the city, where I worked.

"Where are you going, ma'am?", asked a car driver, when he saw me standing on the side of the road.

"To the city of kendari sir", I said.

"O yes ma'am, please go up, just sit in front" said the driver, while opening the car door, and I immediately went up.

"Mother, where did she come from, really dare to stand there?", asked the driver in astonishment.

"I'm from his friend's house, sir, so his parents happened to live not far from where I was standing" I replied, smiling.

I saw the middle-aged driver was terrified, from the look on his face.

"I'm sorry ma'am, not that I scare nakuti mother, the area is quite vulnerable and very haunted from the past, especially at the end of this, the news of jamila blindly attacked the residents" said the driver.

I was not surprised to hear it, I had known it before, but the curious urge about his parents encouraged Jamila to ask the driver.

"Who is Jamila sir?", I asked, like not knowing jamila.

"He was, in fact, no ordinary man, he had died decades ago, but a couple in the forest, had no children, raised the spirit of the jamila and raised him to be a child,then jamila hangs out like a normal human being, who then falls in love with a human child" said the driver.

"It's not that jamila was gang-raped" said one passenger, who was sitting behind me.

"Foul, who raped her, her entire boyfriend too, because of the sipacar, did not want to be responsible for the pregnancy jamila", added the driver.

"Pity, yes, it means wanting to be fully human instead, dying horribly" said the driver.