Virgin Tumbar
Luxury House

That night the atmosphere of the house enlivened the sound of chatter between men outside, while in the room Mak and other mothers told about the rice that had begun to turn yellow. Some corn has also been harvested and delivered to the market in the district.

Mak sat on the side of the cot while rubbing Nilam's forehead. Since then, the girl had fallen asleep and was still shivering like this, Mak could not bear to wake up.

But soon Nilam slowly opened his eyes.

The woman who always wears a new flea kebaya and this pull immediately brings her face closer.

“Nilam?”

“Lapar, Mak ...,” says Nilam weak. His eyes were already fully open, sweeping a glance at the ceiling. Then looked in wonder at the mothers who swarmed her bed.

Everyone took turns asking about his condition. Nilam replied that he was cold and hungry.

Mom went to the kitchen, came back quickly. Rice and fry the already cold fish inside the glass plate in his right hand.

Glance his hand to the barricade. Mak clenched the rice with the meat of the river fish, then feed it to the mouth of Nilam, after the girl was helped by the mothers sitting in a half-lying position.

“Again, Mak,” says Patchouli after the contents of the plate run out.

“Next?” Mak asked. Nilam nodded slowly.

He looks still very hungry, the second plate of the toilet is still asking for more.

“Nilam?”

Mak was stunned for a moment to see the face of this girl. Rumors of the mothers began to be heard making Mak's heart beat uncontrollably.

Don't-don't, Nilam? The bad thoughts were immediately dismissed by Mak Lumpit.

“Nilam is still hungry, Mak,” sighs Nile again, making Mak return to the kitchen for the third time.

The contents of this last plate were only a quarter of the previous ones. “Nation runs out,” said Mak when the girl wanted to ask.

At the last mouth of Nilam's lips curved upwards, forming a wide smile, but his gaze was blank.

Nilam, the owner of eye bags that look convex, when smiling. The exact face of the Korean actress, the idol— like friends in town said about her.

“Nilam kangen kayak kids again, let's be pampered with Mak,” the reflection is soft.

The old woman's chest rippled in pain, mixed with fear of loss whispering to her heart. Mom was made to cry.

“Mak always love and want to pamper you, even if Nilam is big. Mak is always dear ...,” shrewd Mak in between sobs.

“Nilam scared, can not see Mak again ...”

Patchouli spoke while looking back sleepy, his eyes dimmed half open.

Mak was more intrigued, the plate was immediately stored to the table, immediately hugging his daughter while forbidding Nilam to speak again. Some of the mothers in the room were stunned and some were tearful.

“Rest first, Mak know you're tired. Forgive Mak forced Nilam quickly go earlier ...” Mak rubbed the long hair of Nilam.

“Iya, Nilam. Tomorrow morning we take you out of the village. Do not be afraid, yes,” said a mother nearby.

Nilam looked one by one the faces of the very familiar neighboring mothers. They seem very worried about him.

“Tadi Nilam dream, there is a shadow that wants to bring Nilam to a place that dingiiin once, Mak. Almost Nilam came, but Nilam was not strong cold. It feels like the body wants to freeze .. so ice,” he said softly with eyes closed again.

Mak kept crying.

“Tidaaak, japan. Nilam can not goiii,” lament Mak make a quiet atmosphere.

The voices of the fathers outside came to a halt, only whispers of wanting to know what was going on in the room.

“Sabar, Mom. We're gonna help. Mak Lumpit do not be too sad this way, later even hurt too,” said a thin-bodied mother stroked Mak's back.

Nilam reached Mak's hand, but he had not been in his hand, because he again shivered.

They laid Nilam back. The girl then curled up, hugging her body under the blanket.

A chicken cigarette rang out, signifying soon morning. However, a sudden chill entered the house of Mak Lumpit.

Everyone there complained coldly. Four young men outside, including Juju, felt they could not bear to choose to enter the house.

hugging body, rubbing palms, there are also those sitting on the floor hugging legs—leaning on the wall.

Two women went to the kitchen cooking hot water, making hot tea and coffee in two large kettles.

While in the room, Nilam was getting more agitated. His body curled up, moving unsettled, despite being wrapped in four layers of thick blankets.

Seeing that a mother rushed out of the room.

“Supri, borrow all blankets from the nearest house! Nilam shivered again,” his orders on Supri who was seen shaking holding her hot coffee cup.

“Shortly!” A father interrupts, he gets up from the chair, enters the room after being excused by Mak. Mr. Guruh followed behind him.

Supri stood up, he with five friends outside was now both curled up in the corner.

Inside their room negotiations with Mak were conducted. Nilam should be helped quickly, without delaying any more time.

“Ndakt be able to wait long, Mak. We'll take Nilam now. Let us take the troupe. Bondage

threesome is the same Ma'am Asih at the back, let Nilam ndak fall,” explained Mr. Guruh while occasionally adjusting his breath.

A woman named Mbak Asih said quickly. He who wears long clothes and pants, said he was ready to go now.

The cold weather has become. All the faces in the room looked stiff waiting for Mak's approval.

This skinny woman was silent for a moment, then said, “Iya, yes whatever. Anyway Mak want Nilam congratulations!”

***

In front of the murky watery little lake, a skinny man sat on his legs. His body was firm and his eyes closed. The body was not clearly visible, because the clothes he wore were all black, fused in the dark of the night without moonlight.

For an hour he was silent there. His big eyes then opened.

“Very precise! The girl ... will be the prettiest,” her sigh then chuckles, letting out a hoarsely restrained voice. Instantly his body shadowed the transparent, then was invisibly swallowed dark.

***

After Mak Lumpit agreed they brought Nilam that night as well. Mothers helped her to tidy up Nilam's shivering body to be removed immediately.

Maak Asih pulled rubber from her pigtails, to be used to tie the messy hair of Nilam. When the long hair was lifted his eyes perfectly rounded saw a sign, appearing exactly in the middle of the nape of the Nile.

“Mak, look!”

All approached, looking at the part he pointed at.

There it says the number 9 appears, like life.

They're getting scared.

“Quick, fast, fast!”

Mak resigned when he saw Nilam's body carried two fathers out of the room. Mothers gave way. Mbak Asih gave the Nilam backpack to Juju, so that later brought.

Already there was no crying in Mak's eyes, but his heart was hammering. It was as if racing with the heartbeat of all the citizens who gathered in his house.

“Open the door, prepare the motor!” Mr. Guruh who helped to carry Nilam ruled.

“All who have motor bring here, let accompany.” Again, Mr. Guruh who could most calm down was instructive with half a shout.

Hearing that those who had looked weakened, now simultaneously stood up.

Two young men rushed to open the door.

The door leaf was wide open, it looked as if it was still dark outside.

A cold chill whipped in like a big-power fan pushing them almost down. Then a black shadow seemed to walk closer.

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