FONDLING
PAREWANG 32

The smell of incense that stings, plus various offerings complete with seven flowers make me curious to mix annoyed.

How not, how could anyone do something like this while we were grieving.

Who is that person, who is trying to raise the mother's Parewangan, while I am still grieving.

That question is so disturbing. I had no choice but to destroy the offerings at any risk.

I took the offering and I dumped it in the trash. I looked at the dimple covered in black cloth,

I'm sure it's all because of the dimples, though,

Sure enough, when passing through the dimple, the smell of fragrant flowers so distinctive.

I was curious and approached him. Beside the dimples lay one tray of seven flowers that are still fresh.

I was really angry to see all that. I dragged the dimple into the trash. Don't forget I dropped the pestle hanging on the wall of the house.

I take one solar jerrycan and I pour it over that damn thing.

When I light a match somehow it always goes out.

"Ah shit, why die mulu anyway, when there is no wind!"

There was a man giggling laughing at me. As I glanced to the side I saw Om Barra blinking her lips ready to blow the match I lit.

"Haish, it's fitting that the fire is always dead turns out that there is a nosy blow on it," I muttered to make Om Barra laugh at me.

"Makane Ojo kesusu Le, Slow down. If the Germans say it's a loon-origin alon-alon,"

I saw Om Gilang raise his eyebrows smiling at me.

"But I'm impatient Om, I want to rush to burn the dimple so that the demits and their followers will leave this house immediately,"

"It's not that good, it's all stages. You can be wretched if you destroy the dimple without calculation, let alone alone" said Om Gilang

"Fish Teri on the yacht,"

"Saucy,"

"Fish Nila ride a motor matic only,"

"Saucy,"

"If the fikri deck wants to all run, do not panic just help prayer,"

"It's said Gilang Fik, the important thing is to focus first on taking care of your mother first, let others leave it to us-we alone," said Om Barra

"Remember your opponent it is not an abal-abal shaman. Just relax, now you better sholati your mother's body first, let me just wait here with Barra," Gilang added

"Okay Om, yaudah then I go in first om,"

"Please,"

I left Om Barra and Gilang in the backyard. At least I feel relieved if they're here. Now I don't have to think about the problem of the clenical terror that's starting to plague me.

Everyone seemed to be looking at me, as I entered the living room.

"Where have you been Fik?" asked Abu to come up to me

"Take ablution behind Abu,"

"Jaudah, let's get ready, everyone's been waiting for you from now on,"

Abu asked me to stand next to him right in front of Mom's body.

Kyai Mansur appears to be a prayer priest. The atmosphere seemed silent, only the sound of the ticking clockwork filled the room.

I don't know why I was the only one who felt the arrival of a supernatural being in that place.

The large-bodied creature was a blackish-green, with large eyes and sharp nails like knives. He stood right in front of me until our faces faced each other.

The creature instantly disappeared when the funeral prayer was over.

I can only look at my mother's body. Reflect on how his fate will be. What he will also have the same fate as Mbah Kung who will be piled up into the throne of King Buto Ijo. Or it will be the same fate as the Father and the doom that became the slave of the devil.

"Just pray for the best, don't think things through" Abu Musa said.

It is time for the body to be sent to the funeral. But no one was ready to carry the Corpse Train. I'm just alone. Maybe they're scared because everybody knows that mom has a Parewangan to get the rest, so I'm aware of it.

But I am grateful that Abu and Kyai Mansur care about me. He even gave a short tausiah that was able to move the hearts of residents to help lift the coffin of the corpse to the cemetery.

"Thank God, the funeral was over" Abu Musa said goodbye and went home, as did the others.

I'm the only one still sitting in front of mom's belly button.

I saw Anas and Mr. De Lingga still waiting for me under the shade tree.

Finished praying for Mother, Father, and Azam I then approached Anas and Mr. De Lingga.

Besides, it's not good to lament for a long time Mom's departure. I can only pray and pray for it. I leave it to you, Robb.

When I got home, I felt so lonely, now I'm alone in this house.

I went upstairs and went to my mom's room. I saw pictures of my mother still on the wall. I don't know why the longing started to hurt me. It feels like lying on your lap Mother, feeling the tender caress of your love. But now I'll never feel it again, because mom's gone.

I lay my body on the mother's bed while smelling the scent of mother's hair left on the pillow.

A gentle gust of wind from the fan made my eyes instantly sleepy, I hugged the bolsters beside me until I fell asleep.

In my sleep I saw my mother screaming in pain, at the same time I heard the sound of someone humming a kejawen song.

If I notice the song lyrics it's like inviting someone. Mother stared at her ears tightly and screamed in pain when she heard the sound of the canticle.

Mother even threw all the objects that were nearby towards the sound.

"Stop, please, stop!" exclaim Mom with a frightened face

Not only the mother who was afraid to hear the song, even I was immediately goosebumps when I heard the song.

Suddenly a figure of the Buto Ijo female resident of the sacred mirror came to approach Mother. Mother tried to escape to avoid the terrible creature. Mother tried to push the creature away as she was about to strangle him.

Back mother ran trying to save herself, but her efforts were in vain, because the creature managed to pull her legs until Mother fell to the floor.

The creature grinned and tore at Mother's body with its sharp fingernails until it bled.

She screamed for help, but no one came to her aid.

Same with me who can't move at all. I'm like a statue that can only watch a mother dying from a terrible creature.

A woman dressed in all black approached the mother, she slashed her neck many times even though she had begged her forgiveness.

I don't know why she didn't die even though she was so badly injured. Even his neck almost broke due to the incision of the woman's knife.

Maybe it was punishment for the devil, who had a hard time dying.

"Please, kill me!" Mom crawled after the woman.

"You deserve it Sri" said the woman then left her.

When the woman left I heard the sound of Lesung ringing. That's when I saw a bunch of other terrible creatures coming over to Mom. They dragged my mother and threw her from the balcony until she was lying in the front yard.

I see Mom still moving even though her head has broken. He tried to get up to run away from the terrible creature that came back closer to him.

But unfortunately two fireballs directly hit his body until he was burned.

Mother was back in pain. Calling my name for help.

"Fikri, Fikri, help mom, Fikri!!" That's when I saw my mother's sad face.