Virgin Tumbar
Togetherness

The Dark Shaman ….

The sound of the night beast was simple, as if talking about the meeting of two people at the edge of the lake.

There are men and women facing each other there. Their faces were not visible, for they were covered in darkness

nightly. The crackling of the twig that had become charcoal sounded as the woman stepped forward.

The man was in a cross-legged sitting position, his eyes closed, but his lips spoke.

“Good! I can now be with him, hahahaaa. You've executed the order well. Go home, what

the one I promised was waiting for you at home.” That heavy and hoarse voice ended their meeting.

The medium-bodied woman turned around, in the dark stepping quickly down the path.

His wide negligee flapped in the night breeze, accompanying the flickering of his waist-deep, unraveling hair,

He seemed to wipe away tears several times.

“Sorry, Ni .. I was forced to,” quietly while sobbing. In his mind, there were regrets

giving up his own friends to be the victim of that man. He knew after this Nilam would not be able to escape again.

*

Nilam has arrived in Jakarta. Although sleeping a long time, almost all the way earlier, did not make

the girl in pink shirt looked limp. His face actually looks cramped when stopping the transportation of the city that is boarded.

“Kiri, Bang,” said.

A beautiful spray of bamboo can be seen welcoming the sun in the Western horizon, as if to welcome the arrival of Nilam. At the bus stop, he parted ways with Juju, took different directions, went home to each other.

The one-pointed girl rushed towards the spacious green-painted house of tosca.

A three-meter-tall black iron fence was pushed away, after twisting the code on the padlock he had already memorized outside his head.

“Babee,” greet Patchouli as his eyes catch a distended man, in front of two pet bird cages.

The middle-aged man's whistling stopped. Lowering his thick glasses to the nose, squeakingly looking at Nilam intently.

“Eh, Nilam?” he said after realizing the girl was well known.

“Iya, Be. Just a few nyampe.” Nilam nodded small while smiling.

“Hurried very late Mak, Lu? Didn't dimari say a week's leave?” The big voice of the dark-skinned man came out, his eyes not yet separated from Nilam's figure.

In appearance, the clothes worn by the girl in the hostess for three years are the same as

ordinary-simple, but beautiful. Just ... Babe felt there was something else different. Babe's eyes narrowed to look at Nilam.

“Ng, Yes, Be.” Nilam plays his hair, then scratches the head that does not itch. He is confused as to what to answer. Want to explain all too long, now he just wants to quickly meet the beloved mattress that is missed.

“Nilam enter first, yes, Be. Cuckoo, nih.” His hands fanned the sweaty shiny face, the effect was crammed in the transport.

“Iye, break, gih! Uh, Juki's coming home?”

“Iya, Be. It was in the terminal. Come, Be,” say Nilam hastened to the back.

“Iye.”

Babe will again pet the pink-beaked yellowish-green bird, he jolted back a few steps. There's a dark shadow streaking through—following Nilam's steps.

Babe's gaze was still gawking towards the brown-haired girl's back, until it disappeared covered by the wall behind the house.

‘There is a strange ...,’ thought hard.

Babe was again surprised when she felt something pull her ears hard enough.  This typical Betawi-faced man moved towards a wide-eyed person standing beside him.

“Liat ape? See ape?!” The large tall woman glared full of anger.

“Again Munah, the—“

“That's ape?! Since when did you see Nilam? Remember, Be, that die deserves to be your son. Kids!” Her master as hard as possible seemed to pierce through her husband's ears.

Babe rubbed his face, putting on a look of annoyance. This wife if she talks too fast and loud like this, always a small rain from her mouth, squinting out.

“Iye, know! Sape too. It was there-“ Babe's speech was interrupted when the woman twisted the flesh of her arm with a finger. He continued while taking a step back, rubbing the former Maemunah pinch.

“Awas, if Babe flirty! The cave will come out all girls, let's change it to a hostess!” the word Maemunah ends with a leg stomp into the house.

“Eh, Maemuna. Don't just accuse you of being a bini, don't baek!” Babe ruffled waist, pissed.

After Maemunah left, Babe's mouth was about to whistle again, but he was not. According to this bird-loving man, the whistling will be felt uncomfortable by pets if done with displeasure.

Because, now his heart is upset suspected Maemunah. According to Babe, let her be called an ugly husband,

but loyalty is the main thing he has been guarding for a long time. Twenty-five years married to Maemunah, never berserstit want to find a new wife. Although the body of a woman who was once slim is now no longer shaped. And, Babe doesn't like to be suspicious the most.

Not to mention ...awa cold wind seemed to rustle into his chest, making Babe feel bad.

He rubbed his chest, while saying Istighfar. Before entering the house, his eyes swept back around the courtyard.

“Any, kenape feel rich there are people, ye?” He muttered again to himself, then scratched his forehead.

Meanwhile, Nilam stepped lightly towards the building that read Kost Putri. It faces the wall of Babe's backyard.

The building is painted yellow, with four doors. Each room measures five times six, plus two meters of kitchen and personal clothesline. The hallway between the rooms is blocked by chest-high walls.

The land area belongs to Babe and Nyak—their call to Maemunah—ini is enough for two large size houses. The remaining pages are also quite large.

Which Nilam knew from Juju, a friend and nephew of Maemunah. The woman with the sound of the campreng was once the son of a respected landowner in Betawi Village.

His parents were never interested in selling the land they owned, even though they were bargained for a price

tall. Therefore, now Maemunah and his two brothers can successfully live from a rented house business in the capital.

Besides here, there are three other family-owned contracts that are known to be always crowded

likes to talk in a loud voice, beating one toa mosque. Especially if other brothers come to gather there, maybe the market will lose with the crowd.

The four women who live in this hostel are all working. Usually they will gather before the sun sinks, or if the streets are jammed can be when the dark just arrived in their respective rooms.

Just gone a few days, Nilam was already homesick. The relationship with his friends here is like family.

Nilam occupies the number two door of the West. He took off his shoes when he was going up to the green ceramic floor. The girl reached into the front pocket of the backpack, pulling the key hanging Hello Kitty with blue ribbons.

While pushing the door, his sense of smell snorted a foul and fishy smell. Like the smell of a washing drain that was once clogged first, in the kitchen of the restaurant where he worked. The stuffy air made Nilam hold his breath.

Quickly he pushed the width of the door, the front window and kitchen were opened gaping. The cool air entering is enough to loosen the Nilam respiratory cavity.

Feeling lazy to open the back door to check the origin of the smell, Nilam chose to enter the room. In space

three times three pink, he immediately dropped the body on the mattress. This knee-high bed is the most comfortable place for him to unwind.

His hand reached for the fan sitting at the table, pressing the number one button.

“Ah, leganya ...”

He lay down, stuck two of his feet on the wall, staring at the ceiling. This habit he does usually every home work—position most comfortable relieving tired feet. And, that's pretty potent.

Remembering something, Nilam took the phone he had activated earlier on the bus.

“Pak Min, please. It's got a bad smell in my room.” The short sentence he went to the gardener and the repair department at Babe's house. Usually, any complaints from residents will be quickly addressed.

“Neng Nilam, mr permission to enter, yes?”

Not long after, the typical voice of the fifties man appeared at the door. That is why Nilam is very satisfied with the service here, a little complaint will be quickly addressed. Besides being comfortable, the safety concerns of the residents are also major by Babe.

The rental price is still below other places as good as this. Nilam feels lucky to have a friend as good as Juju. The young man who has helped him can stay here, also removing him from the difficult times of the early days of wandering.

“Yes, come in, Mr. Min,” replied Nilam without changing position.

The tall, thin man was a little nervous, but he already had four children in the village. Mr. Min is very familiar with all the hostesses, because the people are funny and sometimes invite their ignorance.

“ASTAGFIRULLAHALADZHIM!”

The loud noise coming from Mr. Min made Nilam sit down. Previously he intended to contact a friend, the first ‘tut’ voice was heard, immediately Nilam press the red button on the screen of his phone.

“What's up, Mr Min?”

Arriving in the kitchen Nilam saw the old man dead, his eyes fixed on one point. Istighfar repeated from his mouth.

“Pak Min?” Patchouli poked the still-riveted man's arm with his index finger. Mr. Min turned his head.

“I-it, Neng. Some people feel holding your hand firmly. Yesterday the tea of the father wanted it really that was dislodged. His hands were ice-cold, Neng,” said quickly with a thick Sundanese accent, while pointing at the aqueduct on the lower side of the outer wall.

The pipe connection is connected between the rooms, as a shower and washing water disposal.

Nilam also saw, it seems that the connection was slightly detached. Some water to overflow to the floor without ceramics in the clothesline. It gives off an unpleasant smell.

 “Whose hand, Mr Min? No one here,” Goda Nilam pretends to look here and there.

And then suddenly appeared. He meant to scare the cheeky man who seemed hesitant to walk back near the pipe.

Nilam let out a laugh resembling the voice of a ghost in a movie that had been watched. He thinks it sounds crisp and funny.

However, in Mr. Min's hearing the voice was like a shrill laughter echoing inside the cave.

“WWUUAAAAA!”

Mr. Min ran out, without looking back. Green flip flops in the paving did not have time

attached, the side was even barked three meters away, as a result of being kicked by the man's leg.

Nilam laughed satisfied while holding his stomach. His eyes were watery, as a result of being too amused to see the old man being flushed as if looking at the sinister Jin.

He did not realize, Mr. Min was so scared that he wet his pants.

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