Virgin Tumbar
Walking Without Direction

“Whose sacrifice? What does that mean, Ci? I don't understand.” Nilam continued to ask as his heart started pounding.

“Ki Arya.” The saint muttered, half whispering. His eyes look strange. Nilam stood up straight from his seat.

“Hurry home, Ni, before he meets you.” The hand of this sweet woman was cold and trembling, holding the back of Nilam's hand.

Nilam biting his lips trying to calm his heartbeat, he nodded obediently to what this friend said. Although not fully understand the Holy speech earlier, Nilam can catch the danger that threatens.

Rush away, half running back down the path to the house. Arriving at Mak's clothes

thrown earlier, he saw the flower-patterned clothes were still lying in the bush.

Slowly Nilam's hand reached, a little difficult because it was blocked by high grass.

Hup!

Be able. Soon Nilam was wearing it again.

Then bending over to the edge of the path, he scooped up the brownish soil that was directly rubbed all over the face. Just like her mother did before she left. Hoping if you meet an old man called Suci, will not be interested in him_Nilam just understand, Mak Lumpit meant dress him like this earlier.

As he was about to stand, Nilam's eyes were pounded on a pair of leather sandals, which a person wore to the feet

wide, his toenails long and black.

The girl looked up while standing up slowly.

“What's up, Nak?” The sound of heavy reprimanding, immediately added to the rapid heartbeat of Nilam.

His eyes instantly widened as soon as he saw whose face was standing right in front of him.

Man dressed all in black, thick mustachioed, long hair curled. His big eyes looked slightly narrowed towards Nilam.

‘What is Ki Arya?!’ ask in the heart.

This girl quickly lowered her head, while interrupting about to pass. However, it stopped when a hand held back

his arm. At the same time the sky darkened, lightning followed by thunder after. Signs it's going to rain soon.

Nilam could not move, the hand was so strong it held back.

“Where to go .. You are so beautiful. Very fresh ...,” hiss the old man while grinding his teeth

“A-I want to go home,” replied Nilam trembling, without daring to raise his face.

“Meerdu once your voice, Beautiful,” said the old man, increasingly making the heart of Nile as if jumping from his chest.

It rained down instantly. Nilam continued to wriggle from the clutches of the middle-aged man, who kept trying to hold his body. After a strong fight, the man's hand finally came off, not wasting Nilam's chance to immediately take a thousand steps.

Terrified fear led him to run as fast as possible without looking back, until he arrived at the courtyard with a trembling and drenched body. His breath seemed difficult to scoop up the air.

Nilam hugged a shivering body, about to enter when he saw Mak and Juju were already waiting for him in front

doorway.

Strange, Mak and his friend did not immediately tell him to come in. Mak Lumpit, who always wears the kebaya and rag as if not breathing, leads a look at something behind Nilam. Just like Juju who turned like a gaping statue.

From the corner of the eye, Nilam glanced, there was a black shadow standing up then fingering his body.

“So ... This is your son, Mak Lumpit?” The heavy voice came out from someone who was now standing right beside Nilam.

In an instant, Nilam's body and bones felt softened. Without daring to look, his body stiffened, widening his eyes to look at Mak who had not moved.

Juju instantly flinched, immediately pulling Nilam's hand in. So is Mak. As his eyes blinked, Mak's consciousness was awake. Immediately ordered Nilam away to the back room.

Nilam complied, immediately ran into the kitchen.

The bewildered Mak and Juju again threw a glance at the man in black, who was already standing

right in the door line. The two steps simultaneously retreated, standby in case it was attacked suddenly. The man's aura seemed ill-intentioned.

Old man's hand stretched out, holding the side of the frame. Part of his long hair covered his eyes, from the gap he looked at Mak Lumpit and the young man took turns. Those eyes were very sharp.

The sound of heavy rain hit the roof, covering the sound of Mak's heartbeat. After breathing the old woman

dare to talk.

“Please do not disturb us,” please Mak Lumpit while cupping vibrating hand on chest.

A small voice restrained Mak could not be heard, but his expression was full of clear requests. The skinny man was grinning, showing his uneven brown teeth. He pulled the hair from his face, in a jerking motion. Directing a glance to kitchen—as-will scan for the presence of Nilam. Then, a moment later turned around without a word.

The sigh of relief Mak Lumpit released, immediately the woman who had almost lost her energy closed the door. Backing the wooden door while breathing.

“Who, Mak?” ask Juju while helping Mak sit on the wooden chair.

Mak's body was trembling. Can't talk while calm. He really couldn't believe what he was worried about, had really happened.

The thin body of Mak sat weakly on the chair. An empty look with his chest still up and down.

Nilam followed Juju who had returned with a glass of water. The girl tiptoed slowly, her wet clothes covered with wide towels belonging to Mak.

Before going to the front room he dyed, sweeping his gaze across the living room, after feeling safe Nilam

approaching Mak.

“Already gone,” says Juju elbowed her arm.

“Go?”

Juju nodded, making Nilam breathe a sigh of relief.

Mak Lumpit drank the water given by Juju, looks still shocked by the incident earlier.

“Mac!" Nilam patted the skinny shoulder that made Mak immediately jumped to his feet. Apparently, he did not realize that his daughter was there.

“Yes, Gusti. Patchouli!” pekik Mak while glaring fiercely.

The girl fell silent, a little afraid to see Mak so angry.

“See! What are you worried about is happening, right? Nilam .. Nilaam,” lament suddenly came out of those wrinkled lips.

“Drink again, Mak.” Juju was into the kitchen again add a glass, because saw Mak very thirsty.

After drinking another half glass and feeling quite calm, Mak pointed at Nilam's black backpack that was still lying in the corner of the room.

“Quick change clothes, finish it eat. You have to go back right now, Mak is going to Supri's house to ask for help sending.”

“Iya, Mak," said Nilam obediently.

The girl dragged her backpack backwards. Although the mind still has a lot of questions, it follows what

which his mother ordered.

Seeing the old man clutching his arm earlier was terrifying. Spooky face, not to mention body odor like frankincense makes Nilam's entire body hair creeps.

***

While Nilam and Juju are preparing, Mak Lumpit steps quickly down the muddy road, some of the parts of which are

inundated water jumped. His head was full of thoughts, finding a way for Nilam to leave immediately and be detached from the most fearsome humans in this shaman.

The man's gaze, however, seemed to imply a strong interest in Nilam. Fur kuduk Mak standing. He felt guilty for not explaining everything to Nilam right from the start. Indeed the scourge for residents who have virgin girls discuss ‘that person’ in his house. And now it's all happening so fast.

Arriving at the small cottage adjoining the five chicken coop, Mak Lumpit immediately banged on the door hard. He knew Supri would still be sleeping, even though it was already this afternoon.

Stirring several times, the doorknob moving. A dark-skinned, puffy-eyed young man with ruffled hair appeared.

“Eh, Mak,” said he rubbed his swollen eyes.

Without speaking, Mak's body slipped into the house, passing by the small-statured man who was staring at him confused.

“Supri, please, Mak. Nilam go home and see you ..." Mak set breath. “meet that person earlier!”

Mak's sentence stammered, starting to tell the coming of Nilam, until the appearance of the man beside Nilam

when it rained hard.

Supri is increasingly gaping to hear Mak's words. He knew the man that Mak meant was the most feared person these days. Ever since eight girls disappeared without being known to the jungle until now.

Everyone suspects Ki Arya is the culprit, but unfortunately there is no evidence. Moreover, all bowed down in fear when facing the famous man of magic.

At the end of the sentence, the woman he had known since childhood asked him to immediately deliver Nilam out of the village,

now either.

“Quick Supri! Please son Mak!”

The body of the man in a scrooge shirt was pushed by Mak to quickly pick up the motorbike key.

“Supri just woke up, Mak. Want to shower first, eat also not.” Supri scratches the chest and neck that feels itchy.

“Ndon't take a shower! Come on, later Mak deliver food from home, just leave now! You call Mardin too. Make two people, Nilam it comes with his friend!”

The young man who was still single at the age of thirty could not resist. After taking the time to wash your face in a fast motion, Supri immediately drove his motorbike to piggyback Mak. Once in a while he yawned—effect still sleepy. As a result, Supri's back was immediately hot to get a blow from Mak. Strenuous. Heat. Until Supri opened her eyes wide.

Fate .. so the village ojek maker must be ready to be called an emergency, Supri thought while scratching her forehead.