The Sand Palace II
Disturbances
Opening his eyes saw the infusion needle stuck in his hand. The ceiling of the Hospital room showed a black spider web just above his head. Between conscious and not, he saw a huge black shadow approaching to cover his face. The huge palm pressed down strongly, he could not breathe. Movement of resistance, his body falling slammed. Marina's voice calls her.
“Drink this..” Marina's face twitched to make sure no sisters saw her.
In an intensive room, the patient's treatment is very awake. Marina pushes the glass so that Risa quickly spends the red water in the glass. “Huek, what is this bu?”
“It's medicine for you, the important thing is you recover.”
Marina helped him up on the bed. His body that had originally felt limp became energetic. His only desire is one, immediately go home to reward the actor. She asked her mother-in-law not to let her go home. She begged him to help tell her husband to agree to her wishes.
His calm heart and mind could return home and gather with his children. Although not yet fully stable, Risa started doing homework activities. Domestic workers cannot understand the detailed matters of home affairs. Most are just doing their outline tasks.
“Nek Jumik, please tell Yuni not to forget to feed the children. I have important business tomorrow.”
“Good mistress.”
Her mother-in-law went home to a private driver. Her husband reasoned that there was a sudden meeting, not closing a big opportunity in Risa's mind was a meeting with her husband's affair. At about 22:00 AM local time, he looked for the parcel he had kept in his pocket. Thinking the thing had gone missing gave up looking after dismantling her wardrobe.
Going down the stairs, asked the workers if they found anything stored inside his clothes. Nek Jumik shook his hand giving the package to Risa.
“This deadly thing, mistress can be from where?” ask the frightened grandmother.
“I found it somewhere grandma, I wonder what the contents in it are.”
In the backyard of the house, Risa accompanied her workers open using a very sharp knife. Inside were some nails, razors, glass shards and small dolls that resembled a scarecrow. Risa was surprised not to think her husband dared to use ritual objects.
“But if my husband keeps this thing. Who did he use it for?” mumbling Risa.
“Astagfirullah al’adzim, let's just burn this witch. Aunty sure this is to use someone”
The blazing flames burned the cloth and its contents formed a strange smoke. The smell of incense stings, nek Jumik pulls Risa away. A black figure lurked, the door opened shut without any wind slamming it. According to the belief of the ancients, the door of the house in the pasangi broomstick that is standing right. Nek Jumi read out a bismillah upholding a short-sized broomstick on the door. Although the lights were still on, he turned on the candles and placed them in the room occupied by each occupant of the house.
Night in the rain, Risa fell asleep while hugging her two children.
Early in the morning the kitchen was served with porridge, warm milk and toast. Risa is not in her room, Raka and Riki's cries wake up the two workers who were awake last night. Yuni saw Risa's room open, her two children crying. The woman held her second, holding the weight until sitting on the dining chair.
“The girl told her aunt that den Raka and Riki had to spend breakfast made specifically for aden both.”
Risa's looking for the address of a woman named Mora. In a luxury five-room apartment empty of three, she paid the officer a heavy price to break into the room of her husband's usurper. Inside, the sexy-clothed woman was shocked her room was forcibly broken into by two men dressed as officers.
“Bigger! Do you know who I am? I'll report you to Adit!” snapped Mora.
Risa stood in front of the slap, tore off her clothes then clawed her face with her sharp nails. She threatened to kill and haunt her for life if she dared to bother her husband again.
“You are a cheap woman, a trash that must be eradicated. Forgiving an actor like you is like killing yourself. You destroyed my household Mora! Your disfigured face won't make your husband hooked again! Ahahah!”
In the third child's pregnancy, Bilqis had to undergo a cesarean section. A seven-month-old baby has been born into the world of the male sex. Darma's happy face heard the news. Outside the nursery, she smiled looking from the glass.
Slowly his face was gloomy, he had already promised the Roses, Titin and other women would marry them all.
“I've already been in love with both of them while the others I can still consider. The rose cannot be far from me, she is willing to be second. Tomorrow's our betel wedding will be in C city. I have to bear the consequences for my actions this” muttered Darma.
Differences in normal childbirth, a recovery period that quickly heals and the body freely moves without having to be more intensive, especially extra careful in caring for suture wounds.
Once every twenty-four hours, the nurse who was on guard helped lift the baby to be given ASI Bilqis. The woman is difficult to tilt the body to the right, she still tried her hardest in holding the pain. Both in the maternity room are sometimes disturbed by the appearance of pocong figures and delicate creatures that come in and out of the door. Empty mattresses, large curtains, the sound of dripping tap water blew away the giggling sound of kuntilanak beginning to approach him.
“I must be strong for the sake of my children” muttered Bilqis.
The sound of pushing the door, there Hani brought her two children. His head felt so dizzy that his breathing was very lost. Hani notices the change in her son, she runs to call the nurse while holding her agitated granddaughter.
Lysa calls Bilqis unconscious, she cries her mother does not answer her speech. Half conscious he asks where his father is, madness Darma holding another woman smiling looking at him.
“Halo mbak Bilqis, when did you die?” whispered the woman.
She held Lysa, leaning her head against Darma's chest. Hani who came with the sister was surprised to see the behavior of her daughter-in-law. He pulled his daughter-in-law's ear until the sound of bone leaves cracking.
“Bad you Darma! How could you do something like this to my son! go you! you're not my son-in-law anymore! Bring this cheap lady or I'll beat her up!” snapped Hani screamed in high pitched.
“Let's go mas! I'm so scared.”
“Do not touch my grandson! give it to me!”
Hani dark eyes threw a glass at Titin's head. The woman screamed in pain, her delicate skin was injured. The face washed away the blood that flowed. “No! My beautiful face!” Titin hysterically ran to find a mirror.