The screams of Midnight
The Wearing Death

Bu Lasmi's death soon spread to the countryside. The prickly talk about the death of Miss Lasmi who was killed was horribly circulating wild by word of mouth. His death was mourned by some villagers.

He is known as a black shaman who often harms villagers. Moreover, in the past Miss Lasmi had a track record that was not good with this village, especially if not the case of Anita, which the elders agreed to close.

The news of Ms. Lasmi's unnatural death reached the ears of the police officers who were still in the village. Quickly, they also intervened to the residence of Bu Lasmi.

Andi, Budi, Mita and two other people arrived at Bu Lasmi's house. By the time they arrived, Ms. Lasmi's body had been cleaned and pardoned.  The village equipment was also there. That's when, they only realized that the figure of the kades sir disappeared.

"Sir sekdes, sir kades where yak?!" Mr. Hansip asked because yesterday after burying his wife's body, Mr. Kades is still visible.

"I don't know either, I was confused all day not seeing him. Though mah need a signature to melt the citizens BLT!" say sekdes sir while scratching his head.

"My love is the same Mr. Kades, must be in severe shock left by the same wife of his future son." Mr. Hansip nodded his head imagining the suffering of his cadet pack.

"Yes also where the first new child again, the shadow grievous my heart mas Hansip!"

"My secretary also did not see Asih, where did he go?" Mr. Hansip dyedukan looking for a beautiful figure who some days became a byword because of his beauty.

"Iish, the Hansip mah that is sought after even neng Asih! Mr. Kades or wanted, kasian afraid to lose him, siwer eyes, forget the way home so sad!" 

Mr. Hansip was a manyun when the sekdes pack patted him hard on the shoulder, he finally approached Mbok Jum. "Mbok, neng Asih where? His mother died and didn't look?"

Mbok Jum with puffy eyes just shook his head slowly. "She's gone maybe" he said weakly.

"Eh, how'd you go mbok?! That's not right, kid!" sulek mr. Hansip.

Andi put up an ear while checking the condition of Ms. Lasmi's body. The appearance of the bodies is nothing suspicious, but because of the absence of permission from their families can not do much.

"Mbok Jum has been working here for a long time?"

Mbok Jum nodded, his eyes still staring at the stiff corpse of Miss Lasmi.

"Where is his adopted daughter, Asih and also his friend Ardi?"

Mbok Jum shook his head slowly, "I don't know the police, they don't say goodbye,"

Andi thought for a moment, "Lho so the two of them left? Where's where?" 

I don't know how many times Mbok Jum shook his head. He resigned to the condition of Asih and Ardi, he also resigned if in the end he was dragged into trouble and thrown into prison.

Budi and Mita are looking for evidence in a special room owned by Ms. Lasmi. The place where he was found dead. His condition was still unsettled, Mita checked the half-open wooden cabinet.

"There's a lot of fluid here" he murmured in wonder.

"Take some for the sample, who knows what it has to do." He said while checking the others.

"He's a shaman?" I asked Mita again.

"He said so," Mita replied, her hand deftly stuffing some suspicious bottles into a plastic bag. "Business competition?" Mita asked back.

"Ehm, it could be. This would be hard to prove if it had anything to do with the occult."

"Well, it looks like that!" Mita nodded her head in agreement with Budi's words.

"Eh, what is it?" Mata Budi caught a cardboard in the corner of the room. He approached the cardboard, there was an unpleasant smell.

"Flame carcass," he muttered, he who was curious immediately opened the contents of the cardboard and how surprised Budi when he found out the contents of the baby fetus that began to rot.

"Astaghfirullah al - adzim!" Budi spontaneously closed his nose, he choked unexpectedly will find the body of a baby estimated to be 7-8 months old.

The approaching Mita immediately covered her nose with her upper arm, when nausea attacked her. "Oh my God, whose baby is this?!"

Think for a moment while looking around. "We have to look for other evidence, there's definitely something we can find with regards to this!"

Budi ordered two other men to search Bu Lasmi's residence without exception. He went downstairs, and looked down at Mbok Jum. The only living witness in this house.

"I'm so sorry, mbok," 

Budi's condolences are just an introduction to the sentence before Mbok Jum is taken to another room to be questioned. Mbok Jum resigned.

A few hours later, Mita gave a shocking report to Budi. "Sir, we found another baby in the old barn."

"What's? Anything else?!" budi's expression was complicated, he then looked at Mbok Jum who was still silent even though for hours he asked questions.

"Well, mbok Jum talk. Don't make it difficult for yourself!" 

Mbok Jum looked at Budi and Mita alternately, he let out a heavy sigh. At her age who should be happy with posterity must now be prepared to accept punishment, because of her helplessness as a mother, aunt, and loyal servant.

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Drizzling back down, Asih slowly began to wake up. His head was so painful, blood was flowing from his temples. He looked towards Ardi.

His weak hands reached Ardi's face patting the face of the man who was drooping limp in the driver's seat. Blood also appeared to be on his head. Asih touching Ardi's nose made sure the handsome young man was still alive or not.

"In, come on, Get up!"

Desperate, he chose to get out of the car in cramped condition. His right leg was pinched, he grimaced in pain as it forced him to come out.

With great difficulty finally, Asih managed to get out of the car. He sat alone in the middle of the forest staring around, Asih looking for his cell phone but did not find it.

"Damn, how do I get out of here?"

Asih staring up, the cliff in front of him is fairly sloping he might be able to reach it by walking slowly. Having just walked a few meters, his stomach felt heartburn. Cold sweat flooded his body.

He sat down sluggishly while holding on to the roots of the tree. The pain in his lower abdomen returned unstoppable. He whimpers in pain. "Don't I ..,"

The clothes he was wearing looked torn in some parts. His head pain was getting worse, as was his stomach cramps.

"Sa-sick ..," Asih bit her lower lip, her face looking pale.

A clear liquid mixed with blood began to flow in one of his thighs. Scream in pain, "No, not now! I need you to continue the deal!"

Asih again moaning, she miscarried. The collision he experienced during the accident apparently made excessive contractions in his stomach.

"I have to go upstairs, get help! I have to live!" 

Asih slowly walked away with her injured right leg. He forgot about the pain he felt, occasionally his eyes wirred and cried out for help hoping that someone would listen.

The drizzle is getting louder, time is running so slow. He began to shiver in the cold. The forest suddenly felt different, quiet and so silent. He began to feel something strange happening.

The tail of his eyes caught the black shadow prowess behind the tree. The sound of giggling laughter began to sound. Breath is hunting, fear ambushes him instantly. 

"Mother ...," the whisper of the wind so clearly voiced a word, Asih turned back.

"Who?!" he said it was almost inaudible to himself.

Something was watching Asih from a distance with a horrifying grin and her pair of red little eyes. Asih's body read the danger alarm from around, he turned around and stared around. The brightness of the shadow appeared again and this time the distance was quite close.

"Mother …,"

"Go, stay away from me! I'm not your mother!" Strengthened his heart.

He walked back, dragging his body with great difficulty. The black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, Asih was about to reach for the roots of the plant but which he reached for a cold little leg.

Asih slowly looked up, a tiny face with sharp teeth grinning at him, his eyes looking reddish with pale blue skin.

"Mother, I miss you! Don't you miss me mom?!"

Asih choked, he could not bring out any words at all. His voice disappeared with extreme horror. 

Asih let go of his grip, his body sagged down. "Who are you! Go!" His voice trembled withstanding fear.

The black shadow walked over to Asih, "I'm looking for you, mother! Why did you leave me?!"

Asih moved backwards, the black shadow was the first fetus to be grounded. Fetus which is his own flesh and blood, he was looking for the whereabouts of his mother all this time. His own fleshly blood longs for his mother.

"You're not my son, get out of here! Don't bother me!" hysterical shouting.

The black shadow that had appeared to resemble a child stopped. His face looked even more sinister and looked hatefully at Asih.

"You forgot me mom, you never even mentioned my name after what I gave you!"

Asih shook his head, but he had not had time to make a sound of the figure of the little boy attacking him brutally. The claw after the claw was cast into Asih's face and body, he did not care about the screams and screams of Asih's pain.

Asih thrashed, screamed and hit the figure of the little boy but the more often he thrashed the more scratches he received. Blood flowed from each wound, Asih's body rolled rapidly down a gentle hill past the carcass that was lying among the trees.

The figure mercilessly continued to attack, until finally Asih's body was on the edge of another abyss. His body fell on the rocks. Breath is short, waiting for death. 

His memory is spinning, going back to the first time he performed the rite of a ritually-up baby. The night after the ritual was done he was so happy because he got paid for the benefits he did. Money tens or even hundreds of millions suddenly in his room, Asih happy he bathed money in bed. 

He continued to earn money when one by one the tumbals were given to the woman's genie. Asih became greedy, especially his face looks more beautiful and his body is so exciting Adam. 

The dark memory of Asih's life slowly faded away was replaced with the creepy grin of the little boy before him. 

"It's time for mom to sleep!"

One deep, transverse scratch scratches Asih's face accompanied the withdrawal of Asih's soul. His pupils narrowed, Asih dead. His open mouth, his clawed body, his skull shattered, and broken in some parts of the body, implied a painful death for a sinner like Asih.

He died before he could repent. Until the end of his life Asih was still thinking of shortcuts to ally with the jinn. Forgetting his God.