Corpse

Rocking Chair

After hanging up the phone, I opened the door to see what was falling outside. It turned out that the one that fell was a small pot hanging on the wall. The pot containing the cactus broke and the ground scattered. I temporarily moved the pot into a plastic bag and tied it firmly. While the remaining land I sweep and collected in a corner of the wall.

I went back into the room, trying not to think strangely. I have to go to Chris's house tomorrow morning. More precisely at 9 am I must be at home because the funeral procession will be done at 11 pm.

"Astaghfirullah, I forgot to wash the sponge and brush."

Immediately I opened the make up box and took out the sponge and brush that I used to apply for makeup. Then I wash it with shampoo until it is clean. After that I stand in a glass and I put it near the fan. After that I tried to sleep while reading sholawat until I actually fell asleep.

At 3 am the alarm went off to wake me up for tahajud prayers. I take ablution water and pray solemnly. When the sixth rakaat I felt the cold snap at me.

I tried not to get carried away and I continued with the witir. I feel like someone is sitting next to me. When I say my last greeting there is no one. But when I thought he was back. He imitated everything I said. His voice belonged to an old grandfather at a glance from the tip of my eyes his hair was white and long around his chest.

I didn't care about his whereabouts and thought until dawn. At dawn I decided to come back so that my eyes would no longer sleep. I started with the dawn sunah prayer followed by the dawn prayer.

My morning activities are the same as usual, the only difference is the size of my residence. I'm not used to leaving the house in a dirty or messy state including the cactus pot last night. I moved the mini cactus plant into a polybag and swept the front yard of my room. Oh yes, this kosanku is a mixed costan in the yard there are many shady trees such as mango, rambutan and star fruit. It could be said that I am not only neighbors with humans but also with "them". Every after Maghrib I always saw flying from one tree to another with their distinctive giggling sounds and sometimes they were hanging near my bathroom.

After that, I took a shower and had breakfast. Not denying breakfast is like spare energy if I go through something like yesterday. Two sheets of fresh bread and warm tea are enough to fill the stomach.

The clock shows at 8 am but the sunlight is already blinding the view. The thin makeup polish was enough to take me away today. I locked the room door and was ready to block the angkot. It didn't take long to get to the gate of Chris's housing complex. I chose to take the ojek to get to her house.

From far away the wreath board looks neatly lined up. When my taxi stopped in front of the gate apparently I was waiting for by Mr. Chris. After paying the taxi I followed Mr. Chris into the house through the side door.

"Sorry ma'am, we entered the house through the side door. Many love him, the house is full" said Mr. Chris

"It's okay sir, I can understand it." I reply

Because the house of the late great-grandfather of Mr. Chris is very large, then the small path through the side door is so long. It seems to be only used as a way to go directly to the kitchen. Near the stairs there is a rocking chair placed beside the swimming pool. Maybe it was intended to be able to look directly into the park and the swimming pool behind.

In the rocking chair there is a grandmother who may be very old age. Falling asleep in a rocking chair with his head leaning down towards the right.

"Okay, who the hell moved this rocking chair here. And yesterday I put it in the barn room" said Mr. Chris

"I'm sorry ma'am, I want to move this rocking chair to the warehouse room first. I'll wait here for a second" said Chris. Mr. Chris looked hard to lift the rocking chair as if there was a burden riding.

Sure enough because the figure of the grandmother was still in the chair. He snickered and grinned at Mr. Chris for not liking the chair he moved.

"Kok I feel goosebumps yes, but just lift this chair alone" said Mr. Chris while lifting the chair towards the warehouse room which is located not far from the stairs.

Shortly after, Chris returned with one shoulder.

"Age factor yes ma'am ... Just raising a chair has already sealed his hand."

"Please ma'am ... Sorry, but it smells a bit of incense. Buy a woman if you pray in this room" said Mr. Chris waving curtains that are closed

"Well, if the room is this bright, it means she's not afraid."

"My life is mystical sir. What else should I fear." I said laughing softly

"What does mom mean?" ask Chris sir

"It's okay sir. I'm just talking recklessly" I said, holding back a laugh. Finally Chris left me alone in the room. The pungent smell of incense and the clang of the wall clock that was so audible added to the horror impression of this room. I repeatedly heard the sound of people coughing.

"It looks like my words brought something. Jeez why can I be so excited like that." I murmured in my heart

"Bismillahhirohmanirrohim." I said slowly

I applied the moisturizer I had mixed with foundation to Grandma's face. Slowly I gently press with a beauty blender until the face and neck area is pale white. Wrinkles on the face of the grandmother did not disappear but enough to fade it. Then I took the primer and concealer that I detail the area of the eye and the area of wrinkles that are still faintly visible.

"Now just make eyebrows and focus on the eye area" I said happily

I don't know why I'm so happy to play with this grandma's face. I was so excited even though I knew he was watching me sitting on the side of the bed.

I just combed through grandma's eyebrows with mascara and eyebrow to fill in the eyebrow blanks. Apply eyeshadow with a brush complete with false eyelashes one layer. Lastly, the bright pink lipstick offset the white skin of the grandmother.

"It's so pretty, grandma." I wrote an unconscious compliment

"Thank you, son. I made my grandmother beautiful. Now grandma is ready to face God." whispered grandma in my ear

When Grandma's voice disappeared, Mr. Chris went into the room with two people to help lift the crate out of the room.

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