The screams of Midnight
Ritualized

Asih smiled broadly at the video that Ardi showed. A lewd video done by two women he hated so much. Clara and Lisa. In a state of drunk they spun some Asih paid men.

Both of them seemed to enjoy it even follow whatever style ordered by the men of heavy paid Asih. Including doing it with violence.

Asih laughed satisfied, moreover, the video has been seen by many people on social media even several times in reposted by adult site accounts. "Enjoy your fame!" He said in his long laugh.

"You like it?" Ardi asked while gently tucking Asih's shoulder which was only covered in a thin blanket.

"Yes, I like it a lot. You did well!"

"The information that I got Clara and Lisa to date is not yet known about the video," 

"What's? Why?"

"They're still under treatment in a hospital. Clara was unconscious. The dose of marijuana he used was a little excessive plus the drugs we gave him had a fatal effect on his heart."

"While Lisa was reportedly in deep shock she found herself and Clara naked in the hotel room. The memory's messed up, sometimes remember the incident sometimes forget."

Asih listened seriously, his eyes sparkled and then again laughed, "Really?!"

Asih laughed out loud to let out tears. The plan worked, although the result was a little out of expectations but at least the grudge was avenged.

Ardi looked at Asih who was still laughing, there was a sense of happiness in his heart. He managed to make Asih happy. But the other side of him felt incredible horror at Asih. 

If only Asih did not help his sister's medical expenses, and if only Ardi did not love Asih, he might survive to be Asih's assistant for two years. Ardi was even willing to do the dirty work for Asih.

"Thank you baby, you're amazing!" Asih pulls Ardi's chin giving him a gentle kiss that turns into a wild p*gutan.

Ardi pulled the blanket that covered Asih's body and re-enclosed her in a hot game that burned her passion.

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At night, Miss Lasmi has prepared a room that is only opened on certain nights only. Legi Friday is one of them. Get ready in the room. Likewise with the required services.

Flowers of seven forms, market snacks, cemani chickens and most importantly the blood of roosters with special signs or characteristics.

"The time comes Asih," Miss Lasmi handed a shabby white cloth to Asih.

Asih received it and placed it in the middle of a seven-figure flower whose fragrance was so pungent. He opened the cloth, saw a lump of meat that resembles a fetus in a condition almost dry blackish.

That is the fetus which is the blood of the flesh of Asih itself, the result of the depravity of the three young men of responsibility who are now either alive or not in the old storehouse. Asih recited the mantra guided by Ms. Lasmi.

Sweat soaks the forehead. He took the prepared chicken's blood and sprinkled it on the dried fetus in front of him. The smell of rancid and rotten was mixed into one.

The fetus seemed to be alive despite not moving, sucking the blood that was slowly poured on it. Miss Lasmi thrust a sharp knife at Asih. 

He scratched his hand slightly and dripped a few drops of blood over Prapen with a thin puff of smoke. Blood drops make the smoke increase. Miss Lasmi took the prapen and blew the smoke on the dried meat. 

"How many other mounds are left, ma'am?" Ask Asih to Miss Lasmi who is still closing her eyes.

"If everything goes well only two more nduk," he replied with his eyes closed.

The knock on the door opened Miss Lasmi's eyes. Mbok Jum entered with a black cloth package. "The package is coming, ndoro!" He said as he put the package on the table.

Mbok Jum glanced at Asih for a moment who looked at him sharply. He also exited the room. 

"Oh nduk, uripmu kadi koyo ngene!" Sesal mbok Jum while outside the room, a circle of tears dripped slowly. "Ngapurane yo Met, Narti, I'm ora iso jagani your son!"

(Sorry Met, Narti I can't take care of your son!)

Mbok Jum stepped foot into the kitchen. His will was so bitter but he was unable to do much to save his nephew Asih. 

Miss Lasmi opened the black parcel. Take a good look. A black cloth with a disgusting smell of carnation but for both it was common.

The foetus of a seven-month-old abortion was covered in blood. Ms. Lasmi and Asih looked at each other and smiled.

"Perfect, means just one more then everything is perfect!" Speak with sparkling eyes.

Miss Lasmi recites the mantra with her eyes closed, a few minutes later the special room temperature changes. A little hot and a stinging stench. The smell of the flowers in front of them seemed to be unable to match the foul aroma.

Although the temperature warms but the Asih body feels shiver. Appeared a female genie with a pale face from behind Asih. "Is my son ready?" Ask in a hoarse and raucous voice.

He answered with a demonic smile. "Yes, he's your son!"

The woman's genie giggled and approached the near-perfect abortion fetus. Hands with long blackish nails and peeling skin gently rub the fetus over a black cloth. Before long the fetus moved and opened its eyes. The perfect black eyes.

 "You're mine!" The woman's genie laughed again, reaching for the fetus that was now like a child walking to grab the hand of the woman's genie.

"Our covenant is coming to an end, after the seventh fall. Countless wealth and beauty will be more complete you get!" 

The female genie framed Asih's face with her index finger. He smiled with a sly grin. Then it disappeared slowly leaving Asih who was smiling triumphantly. 

Won? Of course not, since when did the covenant with the jinn bring good luck to humans?

Asih was struck by the wealth that ayu face he got from subverting his own fetus. He did not realize at all that his steps in alliance with the jinn led him to the abyss of eternal fire.

Meanwhile in the kitchen Ardi approached Mbok Jum who was still sobbing and rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand.

"Mr,"

Mbok Jum who was unaware of Ardi's presence was shocked. "L-yes, den!"

Ardi watched Mbok Jum for a moment, "What's wrong? How crying?"

"Ah no den, i-this mbok eyes just .. only poignant with onions!" Answer avoids.

"Ooh, can make me coffee mbok! My eyes are as clear as they are" Pinta Ardi climbed the stairs to the top floor.

"I-iya den, wait a minute. I'll take you!" Mbok Jum passed leaving Ardi.

Ardi, who was still curious about Jum, paused for a moment, shook his head and walked up the stairs again.

Arriving upstairs, Ardi walked slowly closer to the big window. There was a sense of anxiety that enveloped Ardi's heart. Mbok Ratem who was out there last night enough to make Ardi a little bit of guts.

TENGS! TENGS!

The sound of a clock that rang out showed eleven o'clock at night making his heart soar from its place. He was surprised not kepalang, the clang of a large clock in the corner of the room felt increasingly add to the atmosphere of horror for him.

Ardi's hand trembled and flicked the curtain that covered the window slowly, his face was as white as paper, his nape goosebumps unnoticed. His head looked towards where Mbok Ratem was standing yesterday. He breathed a sigh of relief. There's nobody there.

Ardi closed the curtain, then turned around. How surprised he was when the face he was looking for and feared appeared right behind him.

"Lungo kowe soko is my call!"