DOOM
Mr. Ahmad immediately ran home when he realized he had left his son...

With a heavy heart Ahmad came out of his house. He started running around avoiding the puddles along the way. Sometimes stop and look back. There was a sudden sense of anxiety that invaded his heart as he realized the further away he was leaving his son alone. He felt he had to return, but when he remembered Pardi would not be silent before his request was fulfilled, with a heavy heart he again stepped his feet.Until in front of a small shop at the intersection of the village road, he stopped his steps.

The clanging sound of a wall clock has been shown at 10 p.m. The rain slowly began to fall. Mr. Ahmad was still engrossed in chatter with some stall visitors, while waiting for Sosiz Pardi's order to be burned. There was no other theme in their chat, just around the weather and the fate of the rice they were planting. Almost an hour Ahmad was there until the shop owner gave his order.

"Your son who's looking after Mr. Memet". Ask the shop owner to Ahmad. Sontak pak Ahmad was shocked. He realized he had left his son for so long. He hurriedly put his order into the black crackle and ran through the darkness of the night.

Mr. Ahmad stopped his steps right at the gate of his yard. There was something moving on one of the dried branches of the guava tree near the kitchen of his house. Mr. Ahmad approached and Mr. Ahmad was so shocked when a black crow flew up to the roof of the house. Mr. Ahmad rubbed his chest while walking into the house.

Arriving inside the house, he found Pardi as if he had been sound in his beautiful dreams. Mr. Ahmad placed a crackle containing sosiz on a plastic tray. After sipping a glass of water on the table, he threw his body on the chair.

The night is getting late. The sound of residual rain in the leaves occasionally heard falling on the puddles of water in the puddles beside the house. The sound of frogs and night terrors sounded unpretentious accompanying the night trip.

Mr. Ahmad yawned. The sleepiness that began to creep into the vision of his eyes forced him to get up and step onto the bed. The cold was so piercing. Mr. Ahmad grabbed a blanket on a pillow and then wrapped his body and lay down near Pardi.

The eyes of Mr. Ahmad who had been slurred because of the sleepiness that whack suddenly wide open.His heart was beating violently. His breathing was stifled as he sensed that something was strange in Pardi's body. Something very cold. Like holding a block of ice. Mr. Ahmad jumped up. For a moment he saw Pardi's body in the dark with anxiety and anxiety. His eyes were looking out like they were holding back the voices that would dispel what was now spinning in his head. Until then he got up and immediately turned on the lamp on the wall of the house.

The dim light of the teplok lamp slowly began to illuminate the dark atmosphere in the house. Now Mr. Ahmad looked at Pardi's face that looked pale. The feeling of fear and anxiety further undermined his calmness.

Mr. Ahmad with all his might tried to get closer to Pardi. Once again he tried to touch Pardi's mute-looking body with his eyes half wide in his thick blanket. Mr. Ahmad shook his head accompanied by *****a small* of bated cries. Mr. Ahmad luglai in his seat. His veins and heart were like they were waiting for time to explode and disintegrate. His mouth was gaping with tears that began to sound roaring staring at the ceiling of the house.

With a weak body Mr. Ahmad tried to rise, but his body felt weak so that he had unknowingly been leaning on the wall of the house. He continued to shake his face showing his incompetence. Sometimes he tries to calm himself with a little trinket, that what he sees is not the truth. Pardi his son was asleep in his sleep and beautiful dreams.

Right, his son was really fast asleep, very sound. Tomorrow morning he will wake up and will find his favorite fried sosiz right next to him asleep. And tomorrow he will take her to the fields to see the yellowed paddy. Make it distilled from the rice stalks, and this time will definitely get the long-sought finches.

Mr. Ahmad really carried out his intentions. After taking the flashlight, he immediately rushed out of the house.

His steps lightly down the dark path to his rice field, until finally he stopped his steps when he reached his rice field.

The eyes of Mr. Ahmad carefully follow where the flashlight is directed, down the stem by the rice bar. Mr. Ahmad grimaced with a slight forced smile.

The bad conditions presented before his eyes again clouded the mind of the troubled Mr. Ahmad. All about the chaos tonight slowly began to change him into a different figure of Mr. Ahmad.

The confidence he made to console his heart about his son who had frozen into a corpse on the bed finally ran aground as well. The boy was really dead and now left him a stick. God took it away arbitrarily. The rice that he planted had collapsed and fused with the ground. There was nothing he could get from the field anymore. What good is it to live if it has to be alone.

Mr. Ahmad's eyes are like a fireball burning in the dark of night. His teeth clenched against each other, snarling violently restraining the mounting anger. He clenched his hands up like he was challenging.

"Satan what makes my fate so bad! How cruel is it that God has made my destiny this bad! Where is the God who is said to be compassionate and loving? Why did He take everything from my life.

The devil...! Dog...! give me back!Restore everything! Return it before I myself will act as God. Give me back my son if I don't want to tear your kingdom apart myself. Lord satan...! loud shouting.

The rain that had once subsided suddenly came back down with a rush. Likewise with thunder that blared deafeningly. Lightning snatched in the sky.

A lightning like splitting the sky hit the body of Mr. Ahmad, thus making him slammed into the middle of the rice field. Not only that, the lightning spark that struck burned the rice trunks in the middle of the rice fields, making Mr. Ahmad scream in pain.

The next day, the villagers were shocked to see a head piece lying in the middle of a stretch of burnt rice remains. Although the head was charred, but the residents immediately recognized it. He is Mr. Ahmad, commonly called Mr. Memet, and sometimes there are also those who call him Mr. Gajali.