Virgin Tumbar
The Adoration of Nyai Queen

Arriving at the yard of the house, Mak Lumpit rushed down from the bell and entered the house. Supri continued to Mardin house about 20 houses to the west of the village.

Inside Nilam's house and Juju was ready. Both backpacks were lying on wooden chairs. Mak goes straight to the kitchen, prepares food for Supri.

Two loud motors stopped right in front of the road. Supri and the tall dark-skinned man down, will enter the house for a moment restrained. Fell at the clear-skinned girl, wearing a white long-sleeved t-shirt, blending into dark blue skinny trousers.

Lovelyhimony ....

In a simple appearance, but make Nilam look very beautiful plenary. Success made Mardin and Supri momentarily stunned. The smile from the owner of the natural red lips and the wet-haired girl was bursting. It seemed to be flying both of them into the clouds.

Plaque!!

Once again Supri received a hard blow on the shoulder, from Mak who was already standing nearby.

The girl's mother was upset to see the two young men almost drooling from the gaping width, looking at Nilam.

“Supri, fast!” snapped Mak Lumpit, making the single whiny, laughing shyly.

"Yes, Mom. Come on!" Code supri for all, while out of the house.

“You and Juju have eaten, right, Ni?” mak asked Nilam and Juju, while the two nodded.

“Slight, Mak. No appetite for breakfast,” said Nilam while carrying a backpack.

“Ya. Quick departure. Supri, this is to eat it," Mak thrusts the bushel into Supri. Remember, don't stop before exiting the border,” order Mak again.

Supri asserted, while receiving a bushel with a bare face, there was the smell of fried salted fish in front of her nose.

Nilam and Juju tailed out.

“Sorry yes, Ju. We must go back again,” said Nilam. Juju is wearing shoes.

"Yes, it's for loe's good." Without asking too much Juju would be concerned about what Mak Lumpit said. It looks like Nilam did come home in an improper condition.

“Although strange?” Nilam squinted at Juju.

“Ya—“

“Have had time to chat. Hurry there!” mak scolds.

Juju is already standing on the side of the Mardin motorbike.

Nilam was saying goodbye to Mak. The girl with the ripple cheek grabbed Mak Lumpit's hand, kissing him reverently.

Inner Patchouli pain, just coming home to see the state of his mother, suddenly had to go back again far. He hugged Mak while sobbing.

Mak wiped the tears on that clear cheek. The wrinkled fingers with some of his veins appearing were quivering, his hands stopping as he cupped Nilam's cheeks. He saw the ball's eyes were fixed.

“Remember this Mak message, as long as you have not come out of this village, DO NOT OCCASIONALLY MENTION THAT NAME. All the inhabitants believe, little so called, his nose will soon sniff. If there was a virgin smell, that person could immediately appear again approaching. It would be even more dangerous if he already made his target, Nilam!”

Mak also said briefly about the eight village girls who disappeared. Suspicion all headed towards the man, only afraid to face him.

This is the first and last time Mak discussed the man, because it was thought that Nilam would also soon come out of the village.

Seeing her daughter nod obediently, the middle-aged woman ended the message by rubbing Nilam's head

gentler.

“Come, Mak join Patchouli to the city,” pinta Nilam sobbed, re-hugged the beloved woman.

“Mak likes it here, let it go to the fields every day, it makes Mak feel healthy. You just leave. Mak will probably catch up with you sometime.”

The full farewell of the mother-daughter made Supri come to shed tears. He was orphaned since adolescence, has forgotten the true sense of parental love.

“Quick go.” Mak patted her daughter's shoulder. Giving a small smile at the time Juju also kissed the back of her hand.

“Titip keep Mak's kids in town huh, Ju."

“Iya, Mak,” Juju replied before boarding the Mardin boncer.

“Mak, healthy, yes. Pray for healthy, happy." Nilam waved his hand before the motor drove.

Mak Lumpit's mopping eyes so glazed, then the warm bulir in the fertilizer shed, the more the motor that carried his son away, the more his tears, until the skinny shoulder shook.

‘Nilam is my only daughter, yes, Gusti. Protect and save Nilamku ...,’ her inner pinta screams bitterly.

***

The motor driven by Supri is still half way in the village area, passing through the teak forest with towering trees.

This village is called Dukuh Dark, because it is isolated, without electricity and telecommunications signals. If you want to contact with other families in the city, residents will go to the district, which is a long distance, also passing the tiring path.

The cold weather after the rain had made Nilam hug hands, occasionally holding on to the iron motor

move when passing through the slippery road.

Their bikes are a few meters ahead of Mardin and Juju.

During the trip, Nilam chose silence even though Supri asked a lot, only answered briefly by the girl.

In his head raging sense\, the war between Mak's message and the encouragement of the man's name repeatedly said in the brain_like something continues to whisper _Injection him to call the name.

“Dek Nilam what to work in the city?” Supri asked back. Since then he deliberately slowed down the speed of the motor, for the sake of being able to chat long with Nilam.

‘When again get a golden chance. This is close to the girl whose face is exactly a poster of a girl on display in my room. Beautiful and seductive,’ she thought with a dancing heart.

“In the restaurant,” answered Nilam briefly, between his lips humming softly.

Not yet complete mengandungkan song ‘Best of Me’ belongs to BTS, the name of a person in his brain is increasingly urgent to ubun-tubun, dominating the content of the mind.

Patchouli's balance was almost lost as he closed his ears and eyes, diverting what his mind was saying. The palm of the hand is pressed to the side of the head as firmly as possible.

“KI ARYA ROYAL ...”

A name came off just like that, sliding out of Nilam's lips. Uncontrollable. Patchouli shut

mouth with palms. His heart rate is racing fast. His fear rose, imagining what happened after this.

“Dek Nilam there live where?”

This sour-scented man in front of him was completely unaware. He continued to ask questions, scraping about the girl who made his heart beat run.

Nilam did not answer. His body suddenly grew colder, until it felt stiff. Can't wait he wants to get to the gate and get out of the village border. What he said was very true, after that name immediately there was a reaction to him now.

Unable to reprimand Supri to make it faster, Nilam's body shivered, a cold aura piercing the bones. She hugged

hands, trying to cupping back the lips that were shaking violently. Until the sound of his teeth clashing.

While throwing a glance towards the front, Nilam saw the body of a man dressed in all black stretching his hand in the middle of the road.

“Whua. Stop, Mas Supri!” squeal Nilam hard while jumping from the motor to the left bush of the road.

The 2015 output duck motor died instantly, along with the fall of Nilam. Slide forward and fall with Supri to the side of the road.

“Oi! Why?!” Mardin quickly stepped on the brake inside, while pointing the motor to the right of the road. Instantly the motor stopped, not to hit the Supri motor that fell right in front of him.

If you go fast maybe the mardine motor has run over the Supri.

The three young men sat in shock, shocked. Juju finds his leg bleeding, gets hit by a Mardin motorbike.

Supri and Mardi were not injured, because it had jumped into the grass.

“Ni, you don't papa?” Juju tried to stand up, a little grimacing when the wound hit the tip of jeans’nya.

“Why jump, Dek? It's danger!” reprimand Supri stood up to Nilam who was now sitting on the grass

side street.

The girl bowed, hugging the body that looked still shivering, while groaning small.

“That was a man in black." Nilam pointed ahead there, without lifting his bowed face. His long hair was partially decomposed forward.

Seeing no one as Nilam Supri said reminded, “Don't say weird. It's a forest, pamali.”

The skinny young man returned to his motorbike, staggering to stand the motor until upright. Then try to turn the starter back on. Five to dozens of times, can't. Tried again using a crank, still failed. The motor is shaking.

So did Mardin, his bike which is newer than Supri's also went on strike.

“Why, Bang?” Juju approached them. Try helping. Until it is overwhelmed it still fails.

The three of them were exhausted, deciding to wait for help. I wish someone else would pass.

Supri took the plastic containing the bushel given Mak Lumpit earlier, which fell near the motor. It was just a mess inside, Supri opened it and devoured it greedily.

Juju sat back down, taking his place near Nilam. Little wonder to see the girl slump her head between her knees. Hair is moving forward. There was a subtle groan, like pain, but his body stiffened motionless.

Suddenly the dark mega again hangs thick in space. A small drizzle began to fall like morning dew.

“Ni? Loe why?” Carefully Juju approached, crouched down, then touched Nilam's shoulder.

The girl's head was lifted. Seen facial skin and lips as white as cotton, there is a red glow in the eyeball watering.

In Juju's eyes, Nilam was like being possessed by another creature.

The shocked Juju fell backwards.

His body instantly shook. Inviting the eyes of Supri and Mardin simultaneously saw Nilam.

The girl's pretty face already looked like an undead.

Patchouli Visualization

Juju Visualization