The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 52: The Terror of Love

The streets were getting quiet, the people who stopped by were starting to decrease. The night is not late. But after the rain, the atmosphere becomes quieter than usual. Mesha was still tidying up some tables and chairs in the stall. Then, the girl looked at the clock on the wall.

"Mom's home first okay, then let me finish everything." Mesha saw the face of Sri who began to be wracked tired.

"But, Nduk ...."

"Already, Mom. It's okay, really."

At Mesha's request, Sri went home first. Despite worrying about the girl in the stall alone, late at night so.

After finishing cleaning some things and cleaning. Mesha locked the stall and walked home. While passing through the small street behind the stall, the woman felt that someone was watching her from afar. The feathers bristled.

Mesha slightly accelerated the pace, as he passed through the empty garden with minimal illumination. His ears caught the clinking sound of the bottle clashing. Without looking, he kept walking.

"Hey, girl! Want to drop off?" Two men with bottles in their hands staggered, approaching.

Mesha began to panic, he retreated slowly. He stumbled over a rock in the middle of the road. Then fall down.

"Where are you going, beautiful? Here, play the same, Mas!" Men in torn jeans and T-shirts, waving their hands.

"Don't fuck you guys! Or I'll scream!" menacam Mesha's.

Simultaneously, the two men under the influence of alcohol earlier, laughed. They were very close to Mesha.

Suddenly, a black shadow moved swiftly. Made the two drunken men bounce deep into the bushes. Mesha shouted as the black shadow made the two men float.

"Let go! Release!" yelled the woman.

"Russia ... The indi! Is that you, Nduk?" The female voice that Mesha recognized, made him scatter towards the figure standing not far in front of him. He was relieved, that it really was Sri.

Sri hugged Mesha tightly and patted his back gently.

"What's up, Nduk?"

"That, ma'am .. that, there's a drunk person bothering me."

Mesha looked for the three figures behind him earlier. Blank. There's nothing.

"You sure?"

Mesha.

"Come, we'll just go home. Tomorrow, if you want to go home, just by the big road, Nduk."

Mesha breathed a sigh of relief as the two of them survived, arriving home. She held out a glass of water for him.

"In the area there are sometimes people who are so, Nduk. Village children sometimes like to drink liquor, continue to disturb passers-by. But there was nothing, strange."

Mesha was still thinking about the black shadow that attacked the two drunk men earlier. He did not know it was a good or evil creature. However, that figure saved him.

The night grew late as Mesha laid down his body beside Sri. Look at the ceiling of the room made of woven bamboo that has moldy everywhere. Many times, the woman changed her position, trying to sleep. But he could not close his eyes.

Mesha walked towards the kitchen to grab a drink. He felt very thirsty. A mound covered in sarongs, seen in the middle room chair. A soft snort sounded from there. Heart's full. He wanted to make money as well to buy a decent bed for the man.

Mesha gasped at the figure standing before him. In kitchen. Pale face, with all black clothes. Rows of blackish yellowing teeth, seen when the man smiled widely.

Mesha grabbed a broomstick and pointed it at the figure in front of him.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" tanyakanya.

"Hi, Cah ayu, we can finally meet again."

"Go! Just go! Don't bother me!"

Mesha wags a broomstick in his hand. While reading the prayer he had memorized as a child. Both of his eyes were closed, terrified. The creature disappeared after he opened his eyes.

Mesha creaked as he felt a smooth clap on his shoulders.

His heart was relieved when he heard Zulkifli's voice.

"Ma-sorry, Sir. I saw ... it was there."

Zulkifli looked in the direction Mesha pointed. There's nothing there.

"Are you sure, Nduk?"

Mesha.

"Once again, sleep again. It's still night, Nduk."

Mesha lay down again, but he still did not fall asleep. He touched his wrist. Just realized, that the bead bracelet he used to wear, does not exist. Then she thought back to her wedding night. He held back his crying. Then fall asleep.

The sound of a frying pan clashing with the solet from the kitchen direction, Mesha awakens. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He passed Sri who was busy cooking for his sale.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"So it's still really good, Nduk. Wanna pray? Buruan, before dawn runs out!"

Mesha.

After folding the mukena and putting the object in its usual place, Mesha walked into the kitchen.

"What did I help you with, Mom?"

"Cut that vegetable away."

For a long time the two women were silent, busy with their own thoughts.

"Mom, Miss Sri really didn't see the three men last night?"

"Myself, Nduk. I just saw you screaming and running."

Mesha. He sure was right, seeing those guys last night. Although dimly lit, he could still recognize the clothes attached to their bodies.

As usual, after the sun shone, Zulkifli went to work. While Mesha and Sri, arrange the cuisine that will be sold in the stall.

Mesha saw a crowd of people not far from them. A police car was a few meters away.

"That's what? How is rame?" sri Celtap.

"Some, Mom."

He stopped a man who passed him.

"That, Mom. Someone was killed, two men. His body was found in the bushes of an empty garden there."

Mesha gasped, he recalled the incident last night. Encouraged by curiosity, he quickened his pace. The crowd of people just now. The basket in his hand almost fell down when he saw the clothes of the two corpses that were stiffened, not far from him. A police officer crouched between the two bodies.

Mesha closed both his mouths. Preventing his scream from escaping from his mouth. Her eyes are wet. He was sure that the two men were the ones who were bothering him, even the two bottles of liquor, were still tightly gripped by them.

Mesha quickly turned around, he almost hit Sri who was standing behind him earlier.

"Sorry, Mum ...."

"Why, Nduk? Never seen a body?"

"No, Ma. That's a terrible ... kasian, ma'am."

The tongues of the two bodies were stuck. The police made an announcement on the spot, that both were murder victims. Ask for help for anyone who knows about the two bodies, to report immediately. Mesha closed his eyes, sighing loudly. Then, he pulled Sri's delicate hand.

"Come, Mom. We're getting out of here!" the gentle Pinta Mesha. While his eyes caught the appearance of a figure in all-black clothes, grinning. Across.

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