Corpse

Cracked Mirror (2)

"Hemm. If it's wrong, I might say 'yes'." I sat down and looked into Mita's eyes.

"I didn't do anything stupid or wrong ma'am. Just taking gifts from my friends." Mita said with a serious face

"Why did you ask permission, son? The gift must be accepted." I replied smiling

"It's not really a gift, ma'am, but a trust from my friend." Mita, who saw me digesting her words, pulled my hand to wake up from sitting down. Looks like Mita wants to show you the item she was talking about.

Mita pulls out a thin box from the side wall of the closet. Mita then opened the box and took out the contents. It turns out that the thing Mita means is a mirror. The mirror is oval in shape with its classic silver-colored sides.

"Here comes the ma'am, a gift from my friend. Nice right?"

"From the beginning I played at my friend's house, I always liked to look at this mirror. Because the motive is unique. Isn't that right, Mom?" mita Cerocos. I just nodded and tried to see with my inner eye what was hidden from this mirror.

"But..." Mita stopped her words

"But what, son?" I said curiously

"Mom, my friend told me to take good care of this mirror. Don't fall and break."

"If it breaks just take it to the glassman right, sort of business. Isn't that right, Mom?" continued Mita

I really can't penetrate the realms that are in this mirror. I think this mirror has a big secret before it gets to my daughter. The negative energy that this mirror emits is so powerful, my energy is exhausted just by focusing my mind.

"Mom doesn't think this mirror is good, son. You return it tomorrow with your friend." I said flatly

"Oh ma'am, I like this mirror so much. I beg you. May ya." Mita put on a face of melas that made me not have the heart to say no.

"Kihihuihi...."

My body shudders hard at hearing the woman's words. Unmistakably, the negative energy and black shadows that accompanied Mita came from the mirror.

Day Night

The night was getting late, the sound of crickets and crows was more audible than the sound of television I set. I don't know why tonight feels so hot, even though the fan I set number one. I fell asleep while watching television and did not feel my eyes began to sleepy. Finally, I turned off the television with the remote in my hand. Slowly I entered the dreamland, I saw a beautiful londo woman typical of dutch faces. She was so happily married to a native who lived in a rickety hut. Although the poor couple is very happy especially with the baby in the londo woman's cage. A flash of happiness emanated from both.

"Astaghfirullah's... What time is it? I'm not yet tahajud." I woke up suddenly without knowing the end of the dream. Then I stood up and walked towards the well to take ablution. I took the water of ablution still with fretfulness.

"Asyhadu allaa ilaaha illallah wahdahu laa syariikalahu . Wa asyhadu anna Muhammadan'abduhu wa rasuuluhu Allahumma-j alnii minattabinna waj alnii minal mutathohiirina waj alnii min 'ibadatishalihin." After reading the do'a wudhu, my feelings improved a little.

The clock is 02:30 minutes. From the first rakaat until I closed with prayer witir. The woman continued to walk back and forth from the kitchen door to the living room making a noise.

Srekk... Srekk... Srekks

The sound was raised because in front of the television was titled plastic carpet.

I was still focused on dhikr and ignored the voices behind me.

"**Hey, stupid people stop praying to you. My body could die of heat." the woman's screams right beside my left ear

"Ohhhhh..."