The Horror Story
Because of the Trash

His thin hands began to painstakingly pick up plastic spouts. His eagle eyes did not let a single piece of trash slip away. It has become a daily basis to collect the garbage. Although today Sekar has cleaned all the garbage until it is not left, tomorrow the yard will definitely be full again by colorful plastic waste.

Not that Sekar is happy to do this. Every day, Sekar curses the humans who lightly throw plastic away without sorting it. They do not even think dizzy with the consequences of the plastic they scatter. For example, like the Sekar village today, full of colorful garbage in every corner.

Those towering mountains of trash had yet to adorn the scenery. The springs are still flowing clear water again. The soil has not been polluted by plastic. There are no sacks of garbage that meet the experts of the house. This is how Sekar village was 6 months ago.

Now, residents' homes are adorned by the glint of plastic waste. The water source becomes increasingly cloudy and dirty. The lifestyle of the village community has become unhealthy. Not to mention the location of the village that is remote and difficult to reach. This makes it difficult for residents to get help and information from outside.

The movement of Sekar's hand came to a halt when he saw the figure of a woman leaning on a jug, walking quickly towards him. His face looks confused and confused. Sekar looked at his mother with a questioning expression. Raut worried very clearly on the face of the mother. When Sekar wanted to ask, the woman went straight into the house without a word. A confused woman followed him into the kitchen.

With trembling hands and a pale face, the middle-aged woman wrapped up the bowl of porridge that Sekar cooked this morning. Coughing, he handed the package to Sekar. “Sekar, aunt Ratih has contracted,” like being hit by a stone, Sekar fixated on staring at the mother, “ini please take you to her house, yes,” her door with a voice that is almost finished, he said, because it holds back the crying. I looked at the sighting of the woman standing in front of him. Then he approached and touched his forehead with worry. However, the mother brushed her hand slowly and made a signal that she was fine.

How can Sekar not worry? The only person she cares about may be contracting the terrible disease. Since the garbage filled the village, an infectious disease attacked the villagers. At first people thought it was just a common fever. However, the longer the symptoms get more severe and terrible. Unlike ordinary fever that will heal in a matter of days, this disease does not heal even though it has been weeks.

Almost everyone in the village has been infected. Including Ali, the son of Ratih's aunt who is the younger brother of Sekar's mother. And now the aunt has also contracted it. It is not impossible if his mother also infected. Because every day the mother always visited the situation of Ali and Aunt Ratih. It is not that they do not want to go to the doctor, but the road to the nearest city is very difficult to pass, and also the distance is so far that it takes days to get to the city. The residents also prefer to go to the shaman rather than go to the hospital or clinic.

With a heavy heart Sekar took the porridge from his mother's hand. Then he immediately went out and went to the house of Aunt Ratih. It takes about 20 minutes to reach on foot. Actually the distance of the Sekar house from the tantenya house is only blocked by three houses, but the distance of one house with another house is quite far.

Sekar stepped his feet faster to arrive soon and know the state of the aunt. However, his steps suddenly came to a halt when he heard a loud bang from inside the house he was passing by. The sound of a blow was heard again, now it was getting louder followed by the sound of screaming and falling goods.

Sekar wanted to get closer, but was stopped because suddenly the atmosphere became quiet and did not sound anything. Maybe just a mouse or a cat, so thought Sekar. Sekar continued his path until he arrived in front of a rotted wooden door. He knocked several times, causing a woman to open the door and exit.

Just watching the woman with the red negligee, her body has become thinner since the last time she saw it. Her pale lips smiled kindly welcoming Sekar. She looked worriedly at her mother's sister. “Let's just relax, aunt is fine. Tomorrow must have healed,” he said to calm Sekar who looks worried. Then, let Sekar into his small house.

Still unchanged, the first thing Sekar saw when entering the house was a black and white photo hanging on the wall, a soldier in a uniform with a woman holding a baby boy. This house is not too broad, even arguably narrow. From the front of the entrance, Sekar could immediately see a young man lying on a couch.

On that narrow cot lay a thin man with appalling conditions. The red rashes adorned his entire hands, feet, and body. The scar is also perched on his arm and neck. His pale face was adorned with scars and a red rash. If not mistaken, Sekar also saw the same rash on the hands of Aunt Ratih. Just stop observing Ali's condition. The sound of coughing was still heard from the direction of the kitchen, when Sekar saw Ali's eyes that had been closed suddenly opened.

Instead of being happy or relieved to see Ali who was awake, Sekar was afraid because Ali's eyes were open completely cloudy white with pupils that shrink. I rushed straight to the kitchen. Not yet had he told Aunt Ratih, a shouting voice sounded deafening from where Ali was. Aunty Ratih and Sekar immediately ran over to Ali.

Sekar saw Aunt Ratih who was trying to get close to Ali who was screaming hysterically and slamming things around him. Water jugs, plates, and glasses that were near the cots, broke scattered on the floor. Aunty Ratih grabbed Ali and hugged him. Ali rebelled and shouted louder. His hands were full of red rashes, clawing at the body of Aunt Ratih. Then, Aunt Ratih beckoned Sekar to call for help. I immediately ran towards the door. However, when it was about to open the door, its movement stopped because it heard the screams of Aunt Ratih.

Just drown for a moment. His body was trembling in fear. Tears started to flow down. His heart beat very fast. He sounded from his mouth. There Sekar saw Ali was biting the neck of Aunt Ratih savagely. It's like a sting until blood splashes everywhere. Ratih's body immediately lay with blood pooling, giving a red color on the wooden floor of the house.

The sekar grew sobbing as the smell of carnation began to enter his smell. Ali's blank gaze shifted from the lifeless body of Aunt Ratih, towards Sekar who sobbed in fear. The sekar who was aware of the danger, immediately got up and rushed to open the door. He saw Ali trying to get close to him with a step. His mouth until his neck was covered in fresh blood. A frightened sekar went straight out and closed the door, then held him back with whatever was around him. Walk slowly back. The sound of shouting mixed with growls still adorned his hearing. Followed by the sound of scratches and scratches on the door.

He immediately ran from there to his house. With tears still flowing, Sekar sped up his run. He no longer cared about the pebbles and twigs that were scratching his bare feet barefoot. The pain and tightness seemed to be an encouragement to keep running.

When Sekar almost arrived, he stumbled on a stone that made him fall to kiss the ground. When he was about to wake up, screams and screeches sounded from the direction across the street where Sekar fell. There was a house, from his window a woman was seen trying to get out of there. His hair was messy, his body was covered in wounds and drenched in blood, red rashes appeared on his face, his mouth was screeching covered in blood, his eyes were white. And what made Sekar tremble in fear was that he was staring at Sekar with a grinding jaw, as if he wanted to bite him.

Sekar who realized that immediately ran again, without caring about his injured knee. The sound of growling still rang out in his ears. Forcing Sekar to run even faster. Sweat drops and tears flowed into one, the heartbeat that was out of control again, and also the pain in the legs accompanied Sekar running down the road home.

The door of the house was already visible, Sekar immediately accelerated his run. As soon as he reached the doorknob, he immediately entered and locked the door from the inside. With tears in their eyes and breath, Sekar was sitting limp on the floor. His stomach was like being wrapped around, he felt dizzy wonderfully when he saw the figure of the mother lying unconscious. His entire body was filled with red rashes and also scratches that looked brand new. As if all the oxygen around him was being deprived, Sekar felt increasingly claustrophobic when he saw his mother open her black eyes that turned turbid white.

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