Virgin Tumbar
Come Back

Mentari was already peering on the Eastern horizon, preparing to go out and divide the warmth of the morning.

In the pink room, small-eyed women blinked. His eyes were open to receive the light

enter from the ventilation. Some time he tried to regain consciousness, remembering what happened last night.

Then jerked as if realizing something, he sat down. Her hair was tangled up behind her ears. As he remembered last night he was on the floor, but now he was in Nilam's bed.

Then ....

“Nilam?” he mumbled asking himself.

Eyes swept around, not finding the girl.

Did I make it? Nilam ... disappeared without a trace …?

Sacred rounded his eyes, standing while squealing in the heart, clenched hands, feeling his efforts were not in vain. Although still weak, he seemed to get new energy, will soon go home before the other residents know all.

The woman pinched her hair quickly, reaching for the bag. Peering outside still sounded lonely, he had to hurry

now it's.

Holy quick steps out of the room. Before the front door lock was played, a familiar voice stopped its movement.

 “Suci? Where are you going?”

Patchouli appeared with a roll of towels on the head. The fresh scent of shampoo and soap poured out from his body.

The Sacred Eye widened, as if the eyeballs were about to leap out.

“Ni-Nilam ..?” His voice was full of questions.

 “Ci, you why?” Nilam approached, holding the Holy hand.

The Holy Face became more and more deathly, Nilam's hands felt real and.

“Eh, eng-not pa-pa, Ni. Tigers go home.” His voice trembled, just like his body and legs now. The bag strap is firmly grasped.

 “Don't go home first, you're like sick. Just rest first, yeah.”

The saint followed Nilam back to the room. Sitting on the side of the bed holding his bag.

Of course not going home, what happens if the task is not finished and will get the consequences by the old man.

Nilam looks calm opening the window curtain, while telling me that he was shocked to wake up late. It turns out that still najai Subuh and Nilam can pray on time.

The girl also said that the broken jug outside had been cleaned. Makes the Saints speechless not knowing

must answer what.

“I came out first to buy us breakfast,” said Nilam after again asking Suci to rest.

Nilam was wearing a skin-colored sweater, covering a yellow banana T-shirt blending with black aladin pants preparing to come out. Even without make-up, her face looks attractive. His wet hair was left uncoiled.

This morning I felt fresher.

Saints nodded small and watched Nilam's back until he exited the room.

“Any,” murmured Holy fret.

After Nilam died, he thought hard, wondering why Nilam seemed okay. Is that what the old man said that his friend was hard to get.

The time left here will be up. The old man's anger had already peaked over his incompetence. Holier

you know, the chance of getting the ninth fall is getting narrower. Nilam's body seems to be very immune. And, Suci did not want to be the victim of anger by the old man without bringing results.

However, he also had no other way than to be ruled by the man. It's all done.

Actually Saints already want to go home soon, this house often turns very hot for him. The saint shuddered when recalling the heat like there were embers close to his body.

The sweet-faced woman hugged the body on the side of the mattress, thinking about what to do now.

***

Patchouli back in the fence carrying seplastik shopping goods. Mixed rice and crackers from food stalls

at the end of the road.

“Alhamdulillah, already healthy, nih, Nilam?” Babe greets while spraying a pet bird.

“Alhamdulillah, Healthy, Be. Today enter work again.” Nilam stopped the move.

“Where are you from the village, there?”

“There, Be. Back then, but Nilam told me to stay a while, his face pale, maybe still tired.”

“Ohh, yes no ape-ape, you are fine ye.”

“Iya, Be. Ni-“ New will semit to the back of Nilam's mouth locked, see someone tall, clean skinned face carrying shoes to the outside.

“Hanif want to go to Hamid Teacher's Cottage first, Be,” said the strapping young man without paying attention around, sitting will wear

black leather shoes.

“Iye, take jan car ride on the motor continue to drag,” gelak Babe while glancing at Nilam gaping to see Hanif's presence.

“Known tuh, Nif, Nilam.” Babe pokes Hanif's shoulder while rubbing dust on the end of the shoe.

“Eh, man-a ..?” his last ‘a’ letter sounded faint, as Hanif also looked shocked to see Nilam standing looking at him fixedly.

The girl ...?

Hanif soon mastered the situation.

“Eh, Hi, Assalamallaikum.” The wide palm was cupped in the chest, making Nilam misbehavior.

The girl's face flushed like boiled shrimp, confused to see Babe what Hanif. Then cupped his hands as well while returning Hanif's greetings.

“Ehmm!” deham Babe is deliberately tight. “This is Babe's youngest son who just came home.”

“Ohh, i-iya, Be.” Nilam still looks nervous, eliminating it by holding his head.

The alternating distended-bellied man turned the two people suspicious of his heart.

Hanif is hard to talk.

“Nilam, juki sentar pick you up right.. udah sono, his friend must have been waiting,” said Babe.

“I-iya, Be. Let ....”

Nilam gave a small nod to Babe and Hanif.

“Iyee,” said Babe again wiggle Hanif's shoulder that turns the body notice Nilam's back.

“Sin of the eye,” Babe remembers while laughing.

“Not, Be. It was like there was black ngutin above his back ..” explained Hanif while standing to make Babe speechless, along to see the back of Nilam who will turn blocked by the wall.

Meanwhile, Nilam while walking tried to remember Hanif's face. Exactly the same as the Prince who was present in the dream and saved him from the black-robed witch last night.

Even the man dressed in white in the dream had raised Nilam's body, which was initially lying on the grass. He could still remember the face. The man Prince thinks of him.

Why is that Babe's son? Thought he didn't understand.

In the yard, Nilam met Dian just out of the room to go to work. Spontaneously he approached, as usual

So did Tri and Dara, get out, whimper through it just like that.

Patchouli's heart felt infinite pain. The pain is not considered by the closest person.

“Nilam, can I talk to you for a minute?” the Prince's melodious voice calling out made Nilam turn his body

quick one. He was at the door earlier.

It turned out that it was not the Prince, but Hanif and .. Babe were watching from five meters away. The middle-aged man pretended to look at his boarding building, avoiding Nilam's witty gaze.

“I-iya, can, Bang.” Nilam squeezes fingers. Friction of the plastic voice until it sounded in his hand.

Hanif proffered a small pocket book. “This is Asmaul Husna, short letters as well, you read if it fits

relaxed. Never empty your mind,” Hanif's message with a clear and firm tone of voice. He felt it was enough to help Nilam temporarily, before exchanging ideas with his teacher who was a Kyai in the large Pondok Pesantren suburb of the capital.

Nilam nodded in acceptance.

“Iya, thanks, Bang.”

“It was aja. Timely worship, yes.”

“Iya.”

Hanif and Babe stepped forward, accompanied by Nilam's meaningful gaze.

That voice ... was the same as the Prince's sentence in his dream last night.

Timely worship ….

The saint who was peeking out of the room window immediately pretended to be lying down as soon as Nilam entered.

***

At night after work Juju stopped by for a while before heading home. How relieved to see Nilam okay all day. It was almost as before, cheerful and looking fresh. Worship also does not live in prayer upstairs. Free time filled him with reading Hanif's handbook kept in the uniform pocket.

Hanif's presence at Babe's house does have an impact on Nilam. Juju wishes everything was back to the way it was

any more.

The night passed very quietly, Nilam slept so soundly. Saints are indeed restless because of the heat, until

he was lying on the floor, but there was no disturbing sound, which ordered him to do something.

Until this morning ... he suddenly woke up directly sitting.

Back whispers appeared in his eardrum. That heavy voice forced him to do something on the last day of his chance here.

There's no more time for you! You will get nothing if you fail!

Sacred Eyes squealed catching and comprehending the clue in question. Then switch to look at

Nilam who was still asleep on the bed. Suci glanced at the clock on the wall, showing the number six exactly.

Nilam missed the dawn service, his sleep was so good. The sound of the cell phone several times rang did not wake him.

Sacred crawled, grabbing the flat-screen thing he never had. His gaze alternated between Nilam objects lit up in the hand.

“You're good, Ni. Unfortunately, I can't be like you,” murmured Suci slowly.

He touched the screen, his finger right on the chat symbol entered thirty-one messages. The rough hand trembled trying to touch back. Messages from Juju Comel's contacts reminded Nilam of the morning prayers and be careful of him.

The phone call has been missed 15 times.

Suddenly the phone again made a deaf and vibrating voice, showing the young man's sweet smiling face.

Video call!

The female shaman was surprised, the phone was thrown to the floor, until some parts were removed.

“Suci?” Nilam woke up to see Saints standing looking at the floor.

“Sorry, Ni. That was a continuous sound, I just want to see ..” he said nervously.

Nilam tried to sit, mostly sleep makes his head feel heavy.

Sacred was fixated for a moment, then the whisper roared back ordering him to act quickly. It soon

into kitchen. Took the remaining ash in the back corner yesterday, mixed it in a drinking glass of Nilam. As per the old man's instructions.

“Ni .. drink first,” the Holy word when it is on the side of Nilam.

The brown haired girl held onto her head, also massaging her forehead. Nilam looked at Sacred who was thrusting a glass with trembling hands.

 “Ci ..”.

The saint did not answer. His body and tongue are muddy. This woman's mind was mixed. The war within him was great, fading the common sense he had.

“Suci?” Unresponsive, Nilam touched his friend's hand. It feels as if the Saints are trembling.

“We're best friends, right?” tanya Nilam half muttered.

Holy choked, his throat seemed to dry. He pulled back the glass that Nilam never took into his lap.

As Nilam's soft palm detached from him, an uneasy feeling surfaced in Sacred's heart.

“I know the reason you soaked in the tub,” Nilam took a breath. “Juju is right, right, Ci?” His voice trembled, from the corner of the eye Patchouli came out clear water. Clearly he felt an unkind premonition in the Holy glass.

 “Why, Ci ... I was wrong what?” tanya Nilam said while sobbing.

Two sides of the head pressed down with the palm of the hand, he felt a pain there.

Saints still fell silent a thousand bases, then turned their back to Nilam. His heart knew Nilam must be sick, but

all this has happened.

At first, it was really not an accident. When Nilam came to his house that day, he was regretting the deal with the old man. The agreement helped to find the ninth fall.

All residents have become aware of the strange events of the disappearance of the last two girls. Many soon

moved outside the village, bringing their girls before being made the next victim. It makes it difficult to get a target.

Meanwhile, the presence of Nilam who seemed to shine that day, re-emerged his pent-up spite.

Ki Arya's name is a reflex Holy call at that time, as a marker of the presence of Nilam. Unexpectedly, the girl was well-liked, to the point of being marked as the ninth victim.

Can't back down, it's all happened. The saint had already accepted the risk, as agreed in the beginning with the old man. He squeezes the glass while breathing.

The woman who was still wearing Nilam's pajamas turned her body. He pointed his eyes at his friend's face.

“Minum, Ni. Don't think of anything,” he said as calmly as possible.

His mind always says, there is no option not to continue everything.

Nilam sat up straight. The dry throat made it impossible not to take the glass.

“I saw the contents of your bag .. that jug ..“ Nilam staring at the contents of the glass. “I just want to know, Ci. Why?” the question is again waiting for the Holy explanation.

Holding a weak glass in hand, Nilam's heart was disappointed. His affection was unable to make Saints aware.

“Minum, Ni. Drink!” Saints snatched the glass, pointing to Nilam's mouth until it was partially swallowed.

Connect ….