Mystery of Death Flowers
Rumours

The morning came, and those on patrol the night before finally got a fever. Their condition worsened so much that they could not continue their patrol duties on another night as usual.

This incident sparked various rumors among the villagers, with speculation that the Flower ghost was the cause of their falling ill. This situation further increases the tension and fear in Mangga village.

"Have you heard about those who were on patrol last night? They're all getting a severe fever now. I'm sure it's because of the ghost flower!"

"Rubber? What does a ghost look like?" ask the others, curious.

"Really terrible! There was a lot of blood and wounds on the ghost's face, plus his clothes were dirty with blood."

"How could a Flower ghost make them sick? It seems like our village will never calm down again."

Everyone said, talking about ghosts believed to be the incarnation of Flowers. Because according to them, the spirit of the flower has not calmed down.

"I heard they couldn't go to the fields because of the pain. It must be the result of the curse of the Flower ghost. We have to do something to get him out of this village!"

"It doesn't make any sense! Fever can be caused by many things. Maybe they only get the flu or other diseases because of the night wind. Don't blame the ghost flower!"

Apparently, there are also those who had thought logically although not sure as well.

"I don't want to deal with the ghost Flower! We must perform the ceremony of expulsion of evil spirits so that we are all safe," proposed from residents who still believe in kejawen science.

"Let's not rush to blame the Flower ghost. Whatever the cause of their fever, the most important thing now is to provide support and care to those who are sick. Come on, let's go!"

Although there are many rumors that mention ghosts, they still have a high sense of caring and social.

"I don't want to sleep alone tonight. Rumors about the ghost of this flower make me feel like we're living in the middle of a graveyard there."

As they walked towards Sam's house, the ghost talk was still there. They still believe in the presence of ghosts, the embodiment of flowers that died unsettled.

And of course, these news and rumors don't stop at just one place and that person-that's it. The news spread rapidly like a strong wind, heard everywhere people talked about this.

***

Zahra knocked on Radit's door.

Tok tok tok tok

"Assynnnya ... Hello, Radit. Are you inside? I need to talk about something important."

Tok tok tok tok

Once again, Flower knocks on Radit's tightly shut door. But since there was no inside command, Zahra intended to return home.

Clack

"Waallaikumsalam ... Sure, Zahra. Come inside. What the hell's going on? You look worried."

Zahra. He did not enter Radit's house. This made Radit turn his head, because Zahra was just staring at the door.

"What's wrong? Come on in, Zahra!" bring Radit.

After refusing a request to enter the house, Zahra sat in a long chair on the front porch of Radit's house.

Radit who understood Zahra's intentions, so that there was no slander for the two of them, finally came back out and sat down somewhere else. He took a plastic chair first from inside the house.

"So, what's up?" ask Radit, repeating the question.

"I heard some strange news this morning. He said those on patrol tonight had a severe fever, and there were rumors that the Flower ghost caused it."

Radit was quite surprised to hear the answer given by Zahra.

"The rumor's been spreading, huh? I heard it too, just now at the stall. But, to be honest, I don't believe that. How could the ghost of a dead Flower make people sick?"

Zahra nodded in agreement. "I feel exactly the same way. But my mother went to Miss Lek Warsih's house, and I didn't have a chance to ask her what really happened."

Radit held onto his chin as if he was thinking, then revealed what was inside his mind.

"Maybe your mother just wanted to give her support to her mother Flower in this difficult situation. We can try to figure it out ourselves. What do the people around the patrol station say? They must know more."

Zahra nodded. "That's a good idea. I'll try asking them. I don't want to panic just because of rumors without clear evidence."

Although Zahra himself experienced some strange events, but he did not want to dissolve in uncertain rumors.

"That's a wise decision, Zahra. Don't let rumors and panic rule your mind. We must remain calm and look for facts before drawing conclusions."

"Yes, Radit. Thank you for your support. We must unite and seek the truth together. I don't want people to blame Bunga, but he's not in this world either."

Radit smiled faintly then nodded his head in agreement.

"Sure, Zahra. We are friends, and in situations like this, supporting each other is the most important thing. Come on, let's talk to the locals and find out what's really going on."

They both want to see Mr. Sam or his friend, who happened to be at the patrol station last night. Thus, they could figure out the truth of the rumors that were circulating this morning. They support each other and plan to seek more accurate information from local residents.

In the face of uncertain situations, they realize the importance of staying calm and fact-checking before drawing conclusions. Moreover, they are educated people, unlike other residents, who immediately believe in the news that is not yet sure the truth.

***

At the house of Flowers, Pure, Zahra's mother, speaks carefully to her cousin's sister. He tells Warsih about the news that spread a few days later after the death of Bunga, coupled with this disposable news about the patrolman last night.

But Warsih looked calm, even though the glint of his eyes looked angry.

Purely sitting near Warsih with a worried expression. He felt sorry for his cousin's sister.

"Warsih, I want to talk to you about something. There was news spread in the village after the death of Flower a few days ago..."

Warsih was silent, but an angry glint was visible in his eyes. This made Murni continue his sentence carefully.

"Say, those who were on patrol that night had a severe fever, and some people began to believe that the ghost of the Flower was causing their pain. I just wanted to tell you about this news, even though I don't believe it."

Warsih was still silent with Pure looking calm, but there was still tension in his unusual gaze.