TITISAN MY DAUGHTER
11 SADNESS

Arsa and Vanesa's bodies were covered in white cloth over the hospital cots. Journalists and police officers were at the

sana. The reporters were taking pictures of them, which the police were busy investigating. Doctor Deva is seen between Vanesa and Arsa's bed.

"Until yesterday the patient was ill, but he was not

showing symptoms of death. While the other is in good shape, upon coming here to swipe the patient."

"Can you explain the chronology?" ask the glasses woman who made her phone as a recording device.

"It's just so inexplicable. We are still waiting for the results of the investigation" he explained.

Feeling unsatisfied by Doctor Deva's answer, they

come Anggara. Anggara silently daydreamed unconscious of them, after being patted on his shoulder by Doctor Deva then he realized and immediately looked at them all.

"Not that, you were here when it happened. How's the story going?" ask the skinny young man in the blue shirt. Her age

not much different from Anggara.

"I don't understand. Later," stalk Anggara while staying away.

"But, Sir-"

"I'll investigate first. If I can just tell you," Anggara replied quickly then passed.

The white spirit was there, staring intently at Vanesa's corpse. It was seen that he was watching the helpless body. A police line was stretched shutting down the entire hallway close to the incident. Whole answer

the reporter was taken over by Alidi. The commissioner was also there to arrange their investigation, while Anggara had been outside the hospital building. Sitting there and only able to sigh resignedly. Didn't expect his best friend to be gone in such a pathetic way. I remember clearly when they were still chatting this morning.

"Love, why come when it's really wet, then just walk away?" anggara sigh, considering Vanesa's ayu. He smiled for a while and then broke the tears of disappointment. Anggara.

his face with both hands and crying sobbed. His shoulders shook and he sounded sobbing from him.

Alidi clasped his best friend's shoulder, trying to strengthen it by

that's. "Already Anggara, we can not regret everything has happened," he advised.

"Until now I don't understand why? He just met last night now gone. Vanesa was also so .." her words broke up changing hysterical sobs. Can no longer speak.

"You fell in love?" alidi asked with a forehead wrinkle.

Anggara lifted his face and looked at Alidi. He did not speak, silent a thousand languages, but when suddenly attacked Alidi with a hug

closely, the young man points out that Alidi's question has been answered yes by

Assumption. Alidi sighed in grief knowing the love that was released just like that from her partner. Love can sometimes be owned but not necessarily

unified. Sometimes the living are not necessarily fooled in the world. Maybe this is your story. Finally have to wait or go to a soul mate who has left.

*****

There has been no meeting point for a few days and no one has objected to Vanesa's death, it is commonplace considering the girl

it was an orphan. At 10:23 a.m., Vanesa

interred. Anggara was there to help with his burial. Vanesa was buried peacefully.

"Yes, Sir!" answer Adi. The young man wearing the police uniform looked at Anggara.

"Although there was no complaint from the girl's family, but her head should be immediately buried with her body as well" Anggara stared at the red grave before him.

"Yes, it will be worked out that his death is perfect." Adi sighed while patting Anggara on the shoulder.

The night was getting late, they had left the public cemetery. Elsewhere at the same time, a head lurks a house. A magnificent house decorated with mini gardens planted with thorny roses and cacti. Several times tried to enter but hesitated, afraid of being pierced by the thorns of the plant.Her flight rose again in order to exceed the limits of the plant. Now it has reached the window of the house, looking at it by attaching its face to the window glass. A woman was sewing clothes for her unborn baby. Yes, she is pregnant and her gestational age is only five months. I who broke through the window tried to grab it by floating

slowly. The fishy smell was felt by the young mother's sense of smell. Noses

sniffing, then wanting to vomit.

"Geek!" What's this smell? "Fresh smell of blood

mixed with stinky smell?!

A feeling of horror rippled in his bloodstream, pumping the heart faster, making him think something was stirring around the house. I that was only a step away from his feet. The woman was astonished, had furrowed her forehead and then stood up. As he stood he moved away and under the bed he was sitting on earlier seen a figure coming out from there.

"Aah!" Shocked, screaming in fear. Immediately ran outside the room and sought help. "One! Ane!" call someone there.

Kuyang floated faster, darting away wanting to attack the young mother's back. Realizing that it was not time to be quiet, the mother

immediately grab whatever he can reach to throw.

Prangs! Trang! The sound of something being thrown. The young mother ran quickly down the stairs of her room attic. I who was once the target of throwing

it looks even more violent. Several times roared and tried to grab the woman's arm with her mouth. The intestine is dangling between them draining fresh blood that soaks the floor through it.

"Yes, God. Ane! Ane!" shouted again. He was very tired and felt tremendous pain in his stomach and lower back. "Agh! Pain, Ane!!" While running while holding his stomach. Cold sweat comes out from all over the body. Having reached the ground floor he immediately ran while opening all the doors, hoping to find people in the house

that's.

"Aw!" Prangs! The lightning struck out in shock and fell down. The woman tried to get up, but she was surprised to see

blood and water flowed between him.

"My boy?!" Can't believe he's going through something sad today. He looked ahead as the Kuyang humbled and reached him.

"Shih ...." The dangling intestine has now landed on the floor. Dragged by it so that the fresh blood on the food slang also stained the floor. "Cooked number! Cook jackfruit!" he said with a hoarse voice.

"N-no! No, no!" The woman inched backwards with all her strength.

"Shih ...." Shocked happily showing his fangs. Her eyes are red.

"One!" Trying to get help. Looking there and there looking for a way and want to reach for an object that is around it.

Lightning strikes again. The Kuyang advanced and had already reached his calf. More panic and fear.

"Please!" Crying, wailing can't hold back anymore.

The rain is getting worse on the earth. In Vanesa's grave the atmosphere is gripping. The gravekeeper was smoking in his post. An

the father was forty years old, wearing a black leather jacket and black cloth pants attached to his body. I'm the one who's speeding up looking for Vanesa's grave. His eyes searched in horror, after which he could instantly dart straight

and get in there. The head was re-integrated on his body.