DUTCH HOUSE ON A GRAVE

Episode 3, New House

Terrain.

The plane landed at Kuala Namu Medan airport. Riri pulled her suitcase from the airport. Gordi also pulled his luggage. My mom brought a big bag. Papa is engrossed in calling while pulling some of his travel bag. Home furniture has been packaged through a large container. An APV and several people were waiting at the airport, willing to deliver papa to his destination. That must be papa's men. The proof is that they greeted Dad so familiarly.

Riri got into the car and sat down excitedly. Unlike Gordi who looks ordinary. As a more mature sister, he always persuaded Riri not to be too burdened.

“Already dong, don't be spoiled. Tuh lips long-time can dower.”

“Ugh... Bete nih.”

“Sunday, Ri. This is also due to papa's increasingly difficult circumstances.”

“But you don't have to go to Medan either, brother. Very far from Jakarta.”

“Udah ah, sister wants to sleep again.” Gordi leaned his head against the car seat and closed his eyes.

Slowly the metallic black APV drove at medium speed.  The view from behind the car glass alternates. From skyscrapers to small, shady trees. The atmosphere of the city was slowly changing into a very foreign small village.

Riri noticed the large, shady trees that flashed along the way. The breeze infiltrates touching the pores. Feels cold. For a moment he noticed a white building perched not far from the corner of the street. The old building that is now overgrown with shrubs looks creepy.

Before long the car they were riding stopped right in front of the Dutch architecture house.

Gordi opened the car door while clucking in awe, impatient to get into their new home. He was amazed, not as he had imagined. This is so incredible. Riri was reluctant to go down. His forehead makes thin folds. Manyun's lips. The house that stood on the land of a thousand meters made him shudder in horror.

“It's here, Ri. Come down.“ Mama's words surprised Riri's daydream. Riri gasped while watching their new home. Old house like a Dutch house.

“This is our home, ma?“ riri asked a little surprised.

“Yes, this is our home now. This house used to be occupied by your grandfather. Yeah than we buy a house again is a waste. After all, your father does not have much savings to buy a house. This house is pretty good, Ri. The atmosphere is good too. Adems. The view is also good.“ praise mama.

Ughh, mom. Why the hell do we have to move here? In a small town again.” Riri complained.

Mama took a breath before trying to calm Riri's worries.

“Mama knows this is heavy for you, Ri. You know, honey. Papa and mama's situation is not possible to live in Jakarta. What's wrong with you and your mom starting a new life in this city. Never mind, Darling... Surely you are happy to stay here.”

Riri chose silence even though she still looked sullen. This move was very undesirable. Especially having to adapt to the environment around you.

Riri swallowed her saliva heavily. Then he looked around the building that was now standing in front of him. The old house was renovated in such a way with its papa architect. Pretty good and modern. The yard is wide and there are two gazebos on the side. There is a statue of a woman from the century in the garden. Her hair was draped with an expression of sadness.

Riri got down from the car and set foot on the gravel shards neatly arranged as the road to the front door. His gaze wandered to the side page. Pretty neat and comfortable.

A middle-aged man approached Papa and handed him the key. The man was named Lambok, felt from the Batak tribe and was sixty-five years old. It looks so scary in Riri's eyes. Her hair is full of gray hair. His skin was black with sharp eyes. He's Subroto's gardener, his late grandfather. The man who looks mysterious has served since papa Riri children. He was very trusted to take care of and take care of the house.

“Thank you, Mr. Lambok. I have taken care of this house well.”

“Sama-sama, Son. I have been waiting for this day for a long time. If there's anything, I'm behind, Nak Bin.”

“Iya, Sir. Thank you.”

The old man smiled faintly as he nodded slowly. Before stepping away, her dull eyes glanced meaningfully at Riri. Riri shuddered immediately.

Papa began to open the front door of the house wide with a faint smile.

“Well, now this is our home. Come, log in!” Papa.

The girl's eyes were then fixed on the iron swing located not far from the garden. The iron is painted white. For a moment his sight faded. He saw a white shadow on the swing. Riri's eyes widened unblinkingly when she saw the little blonde girl playing on the swing. The little girl looked at him sharply.

“Riri, come on in!” Mama surprised. Riri gasped, looking towards my mother.

o.i..iya, Ma.” His leg stuttered while trying to calm down after being hit by the terrible hallucinations earlier.

Before following the steps of the mother entering the house, she had a look back to the backyard. Swing stops. The little girl no longer exists. Riri hurriedly entered.

Riri sighed heavily at the state of the house that seemed haunted. The emitted atmosphere also makes the feathers goosebumps. His eyes were still open in a room that looked empty. Not much furniture in the house. There were only a few small cabinets, a grandfather relic chair and some antique urns.

Riri swallowed his saliva and shuddered.  His eyes were watching every corner of the room. Feels cold. He walked slowly while watching the walls closely. Meanwhile, Mama was busy putting her things into the room.

“Your room above is yes, Ri, together with sister Gordi.”

Riri just nodded slowly, then climbed the stairs that were made half circular. His eyes kept watching the entire house with misgivings.

The girl then opened the door of the room while paying attention to the civilization inside. There was a bed with poles on each corner, a wardrobe, a study table and other furniture. An ornamental lamp with a unique shape is displayed on the ceiling of his room. The walls of the room are decorated with wallpaper patterned with pink flowers. It turned out that papa had already prepared the room before they moved.

Riri opened the window of the room and breathed in the fresh air. He breathed out with relief. Feeling tired, he put his body on the bed. His eyes looked at the ceiling. On the ceiling are paintings of blue skies and white clouds scattered and miniature flickers of moons and stars. Ririr tried to throw the haunted thoughts out of his mind. Then he got out of bed. Riri started tidying things up and stuffing her clothes into the wardrobe.

After finishing tidying up her clothes, Riri walked towards the window of the room. Two shady trees flourished there. There was a stretch of green grass decorated with some roses in bloom. In the distance there is also a view of green rice fields. Riri took a long breath. His eyes turned on an antique clock standing in the corner of the room. The clock is often seen in Hollywood horror films. On the wall of the room was a painting. Painting of a little girl with blue eyes and blonde hair. It is worn out and slightly faded, but gives a high impression of art.

“Ririii..” call Mama from outside. Riri turned her head quickly towards the door of the room.

“Iya, Ma.” Then, open the door.

“Help Mama dong.”

“Help what the hell, Ma? We just got to be until.” Riri is a little bit hard.

“Ngerapiin kitchen. Mama's cooking for dinner. Come dong, Ri..”

“Uh, Mama... Why not buy food outside anyway?”

“Udah dong, Ri. Counting can reward will help mama.”

Riri rolled her eyeballs. “Iya, huh. Riri change clothes first.”

“Skettle yes, night hunt.” Mama said reminding and passed into the kitchen, while Riri went back into the room.

It's late afternoon. Riri soak in bathup with abundant foam. He closed his eyes to ward off fatigue. Just briefly. Suddenly he saw a strange shadow inside the bathroom, like a little boy running in the bathroom. Riri stifled and grew shocked. Reflexes he stretched his body, then wiped it with a towel. Riri got up from the bath and opened the bathroom door. He moved his feet towards the window. Afraid he noticed the situation of the side yard. There was no one, he thought. Riri frowned while closing the window of her room, then walked into the wardrobe and changed clothes.

Mama arranged the dishes on the dining table, moved the side dishes to a large plate and put the vegetables in the vegetable place.

“It's done, Ma?” ask Riri stale.

“Not yet, help dong, Ri. Ambilin equal spoon fork gih.”

“Iya, Ma.” Riri hurried to pick up the spoon and fork.

Dusk crept up to make the sky become thick. Melam also crawled with the sound of night animals that continued to sound.