
At the Flower home, Pure, Zahra's mother, tries to speak carefully when she tells Warsih about the news spread in the village after the death of Bunga.
The atmosphere in the living room looked tense, with Warsih looking calm but a flash of anger emanating from her eyes.
"Warsih, are you okay? I know this is a very difficult time for you after losing the Flower. I hope we can support each other amid rumors and news that cornered the deceased," Murni said.
The corner of Warsih's lips moved up even though it was faint, while his facial water still looked very teneng. Shortly after, he said in a soft voice. "Mbak Yu, mature suwun. Thank you for your concern. I've heard about the news, too. Although there are many rumors circulating, I will not let it destroy the calmness and intention in my heart."
Purely heaved a sigh of relief, even though something was being thought of.
"I'm glad to hear it, Warsih. I know how strong you are. But, if there is anything I can do to help you through this difficult time, please let me know. Don't do it yourself."
Her mother Bunga is a cousin sister of Pure, a little bit she knows how her real personality is unknown to others.
Warsih took a long breath. "I just want to remember the Flower in fond memories. Let others comment and speculate. They don't know what's really going on. I believe in what I'm supposed to do after the flowers are gone for good."
Hearing this, Pure tilted her head to see more clearly how her cousin's sister's face was. His face stiffened with a hardened lower jaw.
Purely holding the hands of Warsih with empathy. He also shook his head, at the moment of feeling something amiss.
"You, what are you doing Warsih? Don't do anything you shouldn't do anymore!" Pure gave a warning to his cousin's sister.
"Opo, Ms Yu? This opo of self-worth that they had trampled upon, by doing it Flower stone? Just imagine, if this happened to Madam Yu. Indeed what did Mbak Yu do, if what happened to Bunga happened to Zahra?"
Purely speechless with a pale face. He didn't want to imagine something that was set by Warsih.
"But you should have allowed the police to investigate, instead of refusing."
A cynical smile appeared on the face of Warsih who was no longer young, hearing the advice given by her cousin brother.
"Police? The law? Who are we, Ms Yu?" tanya Warsih is like a reminder too.
"Do weak and poor people like us deserve legal justice? Seems not! And that's what we've proven, isn't it?" tanya Warsih with her eyes fixed on Pure.
"Mr Yu didn't forget, did she?" warsih.
Purely silent and unable to provide answers to these questions. He remembered very well what his cousin sister was talking about at this time.
"You shouldn't remind me of someone, Warsih."
"Huh, this must have something to do. He still holds a grudge against me!" shouted Warsih restrained.
"No. You have nothing to do with any of that. I, I should have been more hurt by that." Unknowingly, Pure tears dripped.
"But I got them punished, Ms. Yu. I-I, I am the one they were after so vent it on the Flower. They realize they can't touch Zahra! Hicks ..."
***
Night comes, replacing a bright day with sunshine. Now, the moonlight is still timidly covered in thin cloudiness.
"Sir. I'm gonna goosebumps, ayep."
"Huh, ojo medeni!" (Don't worry!)
Mr. Sam with one of his other friends, is on patrol again. Now they start driving around at 09:00 p.m., after which they intend to go home alone do not want to be at the patrol post. Fear if the events of that time repeat themselves.
"Ojo find, I'm wedi!" (Don't part, I'm afraid!)
Wuss
"Heh, would you like an opo?" (Heh, what was that?)
But, one of his friends who was with Mr. Sam, in fact was not with him. I don't know where his friend was.
"Iku copo? Wak, ojo medeni Wak!"
Mr. Sam, thinking that the shadow he saw behind the guava tree not far from where it stood was his friend.
Srek
Sam sir, surprised when his foot stepped on something. "Eh? I-it ... Ma-nga!"
"Chih ... My death will never be forgotten. You will all feel the same suffering I have experienced. Hiya ..."
Ghosts of Flower embodiment, appear suddenly and unexpectedly in unexpected places as well. Just like now, even though Mr. Sam is on patrol duty. The ghost of the flower should not frighten her.
It looked like a laughing Flower, but its appearance was horrifying and appalling. He had a pale face with severe injuries, disheveled and wet hair, and empty eyes with an eerie glow.
Of course this makes Mr. Sam can not do anything, can not move or yell again. His mouth was locked, while his feet were fused to the ground. Can't be moved at all.
"Mh .. a ..."
Mr. Sam really couldn't make his voice. He suddenly.
"Chih ... Where is your voice that calls me from the realm of death. Who would dare disturb my rest?" ask the ghost, as if it were echoing.
'Campus! How is this, I can't move!' mind mr. Sam.
"I will haunt your dreams, string together fears you will never forget. Hiya ..."
The sound of the loud laughter of Flowers, the other slow sounded raucous like sadness. Giving an idea of how he was tormented at that time.
"Chih ... No place is safe from my presence. I'll always be behind you, peering and waiting for the right moment to strike."
Mr. Sam's eyes glared. His blood stopped flowing. This fear has killed off part of his life.
'Am I going to die tonight?' ask Sam in your heart.
"My blood keeps screaming for revenge. You will all pay the price for the horrible acts you have committed. Hiya ..."
After saying so, the body of the Flower floated with its head tilted a broken kick. While blood flowed all over his head, mixed with his hair that was finally wet with blood.
The smell of blood rancid the sense of smell, Mr. Sam. He wanted to vomit, but his mouth was locked. It was really never imagined before.
During this time, Mr. Sam did hear a lot about the sighting of Flowers that terrorized many residents. But he himself had never seen it. And now he is very sorry.
"Chih ... This terror is only the beginning of the suffering you will face. I will keep you in the shadow of fear forever. Hiya ..."
Mr. Sam, it's fallen to the ground unconscious. He no longer heard the sounds of Flowers in a sinister embodiment.