DUTCH HOUSE ON A GRAVE
Episode 6, Fear of the Past
In the living room Bintara talked to her little friend. Riri lurks from behind the wall and listens to their chatter. Riri came out hesitating. Riri had not passed, Bintara called him.
“Riri..”
Riri stopped and turned towards Bintara.
“Iya, Pa...” says slowly. Riri walked while bowing her head.
“This is pak Fahmi, papa's childhood friend first,” said Bintara while introducing Fahmi to Riri. Riri nodded her head. Bintara says it again. “Pak Fahmi is the principal at SMU who you want to enter,”
Riri smiled faintly while nodding. Bintara back to talking. Riri went into her room while she was busy making drinks in the kitchen.
Fahmi and Bintara's chat was originally just a small chat. Next they open up the story of past memories. The story they painted in red ink on the sadistic canvas. For a moment the atmosphere became silent when Fahmi alluded to the story twenty years ago. A very tragic story. The story haunts their lives.
The stern was fixated, then sighed heavily. Fahmi looks tense. Face pale.
“Why did you return to this city, Bin?” fahmi asked inquiring.
Bintara stared at Fahmi's face with a stick.
“Entahlah. It's like my heart's pushing to get back to this city. I don't know why my heart is haunted by guilt, Mi,”
Fahmi took a breath.
“I'm afraid something we don't want will happen, Bin,”
“You mean?” Bintara frowned.
“That incident, Bin,” Fahmi held back his words.
“Already, Mi. The incident is long gone, and everything is fine,”
“But I'm still haunted by the past,”
“Already...” cut Bintara a little anxious. “I don't want to think about the past. Our past is very black. The world has changed. We don't believe too much in superstition,”
Fahmi breathed out for a moment.
“Hopefully, Bin. Hope everything's okay. Because lately I have always been pursued by the shadow of the past. I'm scared, Bin,”
“It's not just us, Fahmi. The whole community did it,”
“Ya... and you know yourself. They died horribly. Unnatural,”
Bintara's eyes glare far into the past. Those fire torches were still playing around in his mind. Faces like being possessed by a demon. Screams and screams of pain were still buzzing in his ears. For a moment the situation became quiet. There is a grievous stroke of the past that is now reawakening.
“I'm coming home, Bin. Give my regards to your wife,”
“Ya... I will tell you,”
“What's up, Pa?” ask mama.
Stare looked at his wife. “Hmm... It's okay, Ma,” It's trying to cover up the problem.
“Cock papa face looks tense?”
“Papa tired,”
“Mama make warm water yes,”
“He-em...”
Mom went to the kitchen. Again Bintara was worried. He is inexhaustible piker why his heart is possessed by supernatural whispers. The whisper brought him back to his hometown.
***
The word Fahmi is remembered. He sits in the room chair. Mind fucked. The shadow of the woman stuck in his mind. Mama's asleep. Bintara. He picked up the newspaper on the table. His right hand pulled the lever of the reading lamp. Outside the wind blows hard. The lightning was snatching in space.
Bintara read the newspaper with an unsettled mind. Again the story disturbed him. Putting newspapers on the table. He took a cigarette. Start it, then suck it. I hope his mind calms down.
The sound of thunder. The wind blew the window shutters. Tumultuous. Heavy rain with lightning. Bintara. His mind's getting fucked. He pulsed a cigarette butt into an ashtray. A flash of light is visible from the glass window. Bintara was surprised when she saw the shadow in the corner of the window. Female figure. Clothes muddy. Full tear. Hair's frowning. His eyes glared blackish. His fingernails are long.
Bintara's eyes were wide. He knew that face. A flash of light bounced off the window. That figure disappeared. At the door of the room the shadow stood upright. The stallion could see the face clearly. Horrifically. Part of his face was cut off. Yellowish red viscous liquid dripping. Bintara gurgled.
”No... nooo.... Don't bother me,” Bintara screamed. Smiling sounds filled his brain.
”Tidaaaakkkk..!!!” Bintara scared. The screams woke his wife.
”Papa? What's up, Pa?” ask mama wonder.
That horrible figure disappeared. Cold sweat flooded Bintara's forehead. Breath snorted.
”What the hell is it, Pa? How to scream?”
”Hm. Papa just dreaming,”
Mama looked at my face with clinging.
”Mama get water huh?”
Bintara. Mom passed to the kitchen immediately. Mom brought a glass of water. Leaving to papa.
”Iigfar, Pa... Read prayer,”
Bintara is heavy. ”Already, Ma. Papa is okay. Papa wants to sleep,”
Mom put the glass on the table. He went back to bed. Bintara still overshadowed the figure earlier. But he finally fell asleep.
