Those Who Want My Body
It's Not Just Me Who Sees It

The door of my room opened, I saw Shahdan running towards me.

"Aish Aunt." Shahdan hugged me.

"Eh there's a Shahdan." I return Shahdan's embrace.

"Yes aunty, Adan's coming. Aunt is sick?" Shahdan let go of his embrace.

"Mommy, oma. Aunt Aish is sick, her body is so hot." Shahdan said that to Mama and Madam Mala who had just entered my room.

"Is that right Aish?" Mama asked while checking my hands and forehead.

"Have you taken any medicine?" Mama asked back.

"Just got pregnant young already sickly. How about getting pregnant later." Madam Mala spoke with a sniffle.

Mas Anwar went into the room with a glass of water and a heat-lowering drug. With painstaking care Anwar helped me to buy medicine.

Even though Mala's nature was like that every time she met me, still her scathing words always managed to make me have to hold back tears.

"Are you okay, Anwar?" Now it's Anwar's turn to be asked by his mother.

"Anwar is okay ma. The wound wasn't too big, although there was a slight pain but it was natural."

"The problem is your wife, why do you have to suffer like this?" Again mbak Mala issued words without being strained first.

"Enough mbak. Please don't talk like that!" Mas Anwar tried my furniture without fighting his brother.

Hearing the words of Anwar, Mala came out of my room. Followed by Anwar.

"Rest. Mama's out first, you gotta get well soon. Pity the child in your womb. You don't do mama living alone?"

"Aish's aunt isn't alone, oma. That, someone accompanied the aunt from earlier." Shahdan pointed to the corner of my bed.

I smiled faintly in response to the words of Shahdan.

"Come on Shahdan, we're out. Aunt Aish needs a break." Mama took Shahdan out of my room.

At least, it wasn't just me who saw the black shadow. Someone else saw it. What can be made proof that this is not just my hallucination.

***

I walked down the aisle of the hospital by leading the infusion pole, leading to the nurse's room. Mom and Dad are going home for a while. Because the infusion fluid was soon running out, I was forced to approach the nurse alone.

I stopped in front of the nursery of a small child, about six years old. The door to her room was open, as a doctor and nurse were examining her.

At first the little boy was ordinary when examined by the doctor, but after seeing me, the little boy cried as if.

"Mama..mamaaa..fear...fear..." The little boy was crying while trying to hide his head in his mother's arms.

"It's okay, baby, the doctor's done. I won't be checking it again." The little boy's mother was busy calming her son down.

"Mama. huuu.. huuu..." The little boy cried even more loudly while pointing at me.

'Ah, the little boy also saw it.' I knew what he saw, the black shadow that kept following me.

Not wanting to make the little boy cry, I decided to go back to the room after meeting the nurse.

The black shadow always followed me, although sometimes it disappeared. But the shadow knew where I was.

I had thought that the black shadow was, the angel Izrail who had come to uproot my life.