
"Den, den Ardi why!" Mbok Jum in a hurry approached Ardi who was sitting on the floor with eyes glaring like he had seen a ghost.
His body trembled, his sweat soaking up his clothes. "Den, with Ardi! Conscious den! Healah Iki nopo boy even mendelik ngono?"
(This kid why are you even glaring like that?)
"Call den, call it!" Mbok Jum patted Ardi's cheek.
Finally the effort mbok Jum succeeded, Ardi gulped rough saliva he looked at the old face mbok Jum. "M-take Jum?"
"Yes, this is Jum den! Den Ardi why? How scared is this, Aden was like this yesterday? What's up den, same symbiotic story!"
Mbok Jum reached out, helping Ardi to stand up immediately.
Ardi did not reply, he limped when mbok Jum guided him to the sofa. Both hands cupped to his face, he was very frightened. The cruel remembrance he showed when killing Rudi was gone in an instant.
"Diminum with the water!" Mbok Jum gave me a glass of water.
Ardi grabbed a glass in the hand of mbok Jum and drank it up. Mbok Jum can only shake his head.
"Mbok, did you see the granny here?" Ardi asked after swallowing the remaining water in his mouth.
"Grandmothers?" Mbok Jum dyed staring at every corner of the room. "What's here is just me being Aden, right? There is no other grandmother besides me!"
Ardi hesitantly circulated his gaze. Ratem's shadow haunts Ardi. The old woman with the typical lips of the former was absent as far as her eyes could see.
"Mbok Ratem, what?!" Ardi hesitantly asked but he continued. "There's no bok Ratem here mbok! In-he's ngusir me!"
Mbok Jum was stunned, he knew for sure who Mbok Ratem. The old woman who has an advantage, her employer's rival.
"Mbok Ratem?"
"Y-yes mbok! I ... I'm afraid mbok!" Ardi bit his finger, he bit his lower lip, his eyes glued to and fro afraid that Mbok Ratem reappeared.
"Den, can you talk to me? Aden better not deal with Mbok Ratem. Avoid him, or if necessary .." mbok Jum looked around for a moment and then spoke again. "Go from this village immediately!"
Ardi stared in disbelief mbok Jum, his little heart agreed with the words mbok Jum but he could not leave Asih alone. He loved Asih very much, and again his sister still needed big funds for treatment.
"Go? No mbok! I can't!" Ardi stood up from his seat. But his legs retreated back when he realized the distance with the big window was near.
"Why den? Mbok kasian sama den Ardi. Better go, save Aden before it's too late." Mbok Jum lirih.
"I can't leave Asih Mbok! If I have to go, Asih should come with me too!"
Mbok Jum looked at Ardi's face, looking at the truth Ardi said just now.
"Den Ardi, same love?"
Ardi turned to look at Jum, he nodded. "I love Asih, I also hope Asih loves me mbok," he said weakly.
Old mbok Jum's eyes warmed up, there was a sense of haru that stumbled in his heart when Ardi said that. He did not expect, there are still people who want to love his nephew even though Asih is covered in sin.
"Mbok can only pray for you two,"
After the death of Mbok Jum, Ardi was alone. Think of the words mbok Jum and mbok Ratem warning. So many things he thought of including the plan to marry Asih after all Asih's grudges were avenged.
"I have to finish everything immediately. Only two more, and if all is done you must follow my will! I'll get you out of here and we'll start a new life!"
*******
The next day, Asih had dressed up beautiful and fragrant. The plan is that he will go to the village today to attend a village clean event held by Mr. Kades. But before that he went to the old warehouse to see the condition of Arif and Rico.
"Where are you going?" Asked Bu Lasmi as Asih passed him in the dining room.
"Look at the victim!" His leg just breezed.
Miss Lasmi watched with a flat face. His adopted son was already out of his way. He used to raise Asih out of pity with his suffering hoping Asih could replace the position of his daughter who had died, but now Asih has turned terrible. I don't know what happened while he was in town.
Asih changed her identity to Luna and enrolled in one of the colleges. To hunt down depraved perpetrators who have impregnated and destroyed their future.
Asih who once departed from his house is still innocent and innocent now comes home in different circumstances. She is indeed getting more beautiful thanks to the beauty that Asih lived, but more terrible with changes in her attitude that are sometimes sweet, sometimes sadistic.
Asih hummed a little, the old man of the warehouse guard opened the door for her.
"Thank you, are they still alive?" Asih asked with a strange smile on her face.
The old man replied with just a twitch of the shoulder. He never spoke, he could not speak. Asih doesn't know why but for him it's enough to keep his big secret.
Walk into the warehouse. He opened the door of the room where the two were held. His eyes sparkled to find the two young men dead with great concern.
Eyes bulging, scratches here. Bite scars where and of course the blood that runs out is not left. Laughing with satisfaction. There was no sense of kasian in the slightest, no disgust or horror at the corpses of the two ill-fated young men.
"Have me avenged!" He came back laughing.
Asih approaches Rico's corpse, he kicks him with his foot and makes sure that Rico has been killed. The same thing he did to Arif.
"Ciiih, look at you two! Enjoying my body and dying in my hands!" His hand grabbed Arif's chin, looked at him for a while then passed.
"It's tragic! Don't underestimate the innocent village girl!"
Asih walked out of the room that smelled so bad. He approached the old man waiting for him outside.
"Dump their bodies tonight! This time, let no one know! If you need to throw it in the middle of the forest!"
The old man nodded then went inside carrying two enormous black plastic bags. He stared at the old man for a moment. He then went to join the village clean event.
"Well, it's time we put our ears and eyes together again. This time I want to find a new victim. The prey I'm ready to have fun with!" a demonic grin appeared on his face.
New prey, well Asih tired of playing with Ardi. He wants to find another new man to replace Ardi. The man who could be his man, the man who had a great influence in the village.