A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 16 (mom )

The sun was shining on my head. The dry hot atmosphere made my body incessantly sweat. Scroll for a moment the clock on my left hand. At 13.00. Means I've been looking for my little brother for almost an hour, but I never found him.

Ah, she must have gone after the kite again until she forgot mealtime. Mutted

My little brother, Daffa loved to play so much that he forgot about time. Once upon a time, he came home after magrib in mud-stained clothes. When asked where he was from, he smiled innocently saying sleep in the garden. Not knowing just the action makes me and my mother has trouble looking for him everywhere.

My whole body was drenched in the sunlight. I could feel my clothes wet with sweat. My eyes were a little blurry and my throat was very dry. It seems like I've been looking for Daffa for too long in the sun.

My legs are now starting to move back towards the house. I'll find Daffa after a short break. I kept walking step by step until I stopped at a house. A small house with a rather large mango tree in its courtyard. Although it is said to be simple, in fact, in this house I build memories of my life one by one.

I slowly opened the wooden door. As soon as I entered I was immediately greeted by the fragrant aroma of mother's cooking that smelled throughout the room. The fragrance full of spices with a slight smell of chili made my stomach cry out of hunger.

With happy steps I walked cheerfully into the kitchen. I could see the figure of an old woman struggling in front of the stove. I smiled and shouted.

“Mother!”

At my screams, my mother was shocked. He looked at me while rubbing his chest. Hehe. Forgive your son who likes this pranky yes ma'am.

“Udah gausah ngagetin sono gih, wash your hands abis it we eat meat”

“Wah meat!”

Just by the word flesh, it makes me cry out happily. I just live with my mom and sister. My father went nowhere. He never texted, he never even sent money for our needs. So it is only natural that we save in order to reduce monthly expenses.

For our family like this, meat becomes a luxury food that is rarely consumed.

It was delicious meat mixed with spices and seasonings in my mouth. I quickly ran to the bathroom to wash my hands. I want to eat that meat immediately.

I was so excited to eat mother-made meat. Meat with a sauce full of spices and vegetables made me forget for a moment the loss of Daffa. I ate so voraciously, I didn't notice my mother's strange expression when she saw me eating.

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Ugh. I'm full. Mother's meat is really good. Although the texture was a bit strange but, it was very tasty.

Imagining soft meat put together with all sorts of vegetables made me want to eat again. Especially when added warm rice and sambal. Ah~ is truly the enjoyment of the world.

While waiting for the food to digest, I thought about Daffa. When I told her that Daffa was gone, she said it was okay. Maybe you are used to Daffa who likes to crawl.

But I still worry as her sister. Aren't you just too relaxed?

Thinking that, I recalled the figure of the mother who was the backbone of the family. I loved my mother as a child. And I intend to continue to be devoted to him of course. After all, my mother was the one who gave birth to me and raised me. Moreover, his struggle to fight for our lives even with his slightly disturbed mentality.

But there are some things I don't know about my mother. Mom sometimes works for income but I don't know what mom works for. In addition, when it comes to the strangeness of the mother, I remember when I accidentally caught the mother doing something strange near the mango tree. Like sowing flowers around a tree on certain nights.

And more surprisingly there is one room in the house that is strictly prohibited by the mother to enter. The room is located at the very corner of the house. Room with a thick floral fragrance and should not be entered by anyone other than the mother.

My curiosity always piqued when I thought about this room. Mother who sows flowers under a tree and mother who does not let anyone into a room is very suspicious. If these are connected, there may be one thing that can be solved.

Assignment.

But I don't want to be so bad. There's no way mom could do that. Moreover, the mother is a person who is quite strict in normal religion. But... does not rule out the possibility that the mother will do that... right?

As if getting a brilliant idea I immediately rushed towards the room. Slowly I looked around. I don't think she'll be back anytime soon. Strengthening my resolve for a while, I then opened the door bit by bit.

Kriett…

As soon as the door opened, only darkness could be seen. The room was so dark that nothing could be seen. Black wallpaper installed makes the light more difficult to enter here.

My heart is beating fast. Returned the strength of my intention to enter here. Slowly I entered. Just taking a few steps, I felt my feet stepping on something. I crouched down a little to see what I was stepping on. At the same time I was surprised.

The thing I stepped on was Daffa's toy car. But why was the car covered in red ink? This sticky red ink is like blood.

My body suddenly became silent. Only when I realized it, faintly smelled the fishy smell of blood and the stench of carrion falling in the air, tickling my nose.

Could it?!

I frantically ran to the wall, looking for a light switch. As soon as the lights were turned on, my body froze stiff. This room is not completely black. The wallpaper was mixed with dried dark red blood.

Small pieces of meat were scattered on the floor. I could see something similar to *** in the bucket near the table. Not to mention the pieces shaped like **** a small child found next to the bucket. I took a step back. My whole body screamed, saying I should get out of this room as soon as possible! But my feet were still in shock with the sight I saw.

This scene is both frightening and disgusting. Uncontrollable my body trembled. Tears also began to reminisce in the corner of my eyes. In the blurred vision I could see from the corner of the dress room that Daffa had worn this morning. The blue shirt with the cartoon character in front of it has now been torn in two. Just like his toy train, the shirt was also splashed with blood.

I'm crying more and more. Daffa is not lost. Dia—

Krieett.

My originally trembling body suddenly froze when I heard the sound of a closed door. There was only one person who could enter this room easily. Mother. Knowing who came in made me tremble again in fear. Mom must have been so angry when she found out I sneaked in here without her permission.

With a trembling body I turned around slowly. Behind you're not as angry as I thought. Mom just smiled broadly. So wide I thought his lips were almost torn

.Mama! A-aku—!”

I haven't finished my sentence yet, mother slowly walked in front of me. He whispered in my ear. His soft voice flowed beautifully like music into my hearing, in contrast to its very unexpected content.

“Daffa is alive. The proof is he's in your stomach kok.”

Whahuh? I was silent trying to digest mother's intentions. Is Daffa in my stomach? Whatdoes thatmean? As if knowing me who was in confusion mother spoke again.

“The meat was good, right?”

Only then did I realize what mom meant. The meat I eat, the meat with a different texture than chicken or beef. It's not animal meat. The meat—manusia.

As soon as I realized it, I immediately squatted out all my stomach contents. The nausea I had felt earlier and mother's words made me spit out the food I had eaten earlier. I kept spewing out my stomach until my eyes were watering.

In the vomit is still visible leftover meat that has not been digested. I crouched down crying and continued to feel nauseous. I ate my own brother's meat. I want to believe this is just a sleeping flower and not a reality. But as if laughing at me, the smell of blood constantly dancing merrily around me pierced my sense of smell.

My tears are flowing free. I want to tear my own stomach, I want to pretend I don't know what's going on! I want my peaceful life back! I kept crying until a hand slapped my shoulder.

I forget. Being too busy denying reality I forgot that I wasn't alone in this room. I looked up at my mother's face. That gentle face was still the same as the mother I knew but at the same time the mother's face looked foreign. Her lips that were always smiling openly spoke words. His words sounded like a punishment order for my delinquency.

“You are very dear to Daffa, right? Want me to help you meet her?”