Ghost Villa

Hiding in the light of part 2

Arriving at the second floor, I was surprised, the entire second floor of the apes were more and more even than I had seen before, I still did not say anything.

Sely's possessed voice the more I heard clearly. Seen in the room, Sely was being held by both hands and feet, thrashing with an unclear scream, it was true that the white bed sheet with a flower pattern was already splattered with blood, from the vomit of Sely.

“Not usually this possessed Sely who pling badly sir,” said bu Budi.

I was still staring, watching the room and the three men were trying to heal Sely. Suddenly Sely was silent, I kept reading what I could in my heart.

Almost the entire room was shocked as well, as Sely's facial gaze was directed towards me. Even his hands were pointing, with eyes that were almost willing to come off. I looked towards the big closet of Sely's clothes, there was a very beautiful woman, was swinging her legs many times and smiling sweetly looking towards me.

“Just let go, the kasian don't be held like that,” I said firmly.

Finally Budi ma'am, and the three men released Sely who automatically blinded them even more strange to me. As soon as Sely's hand was removed, suddenly and made everyone near Sely startled, because Sely showed how apes behave, prancing was very active, and indeed very scary, moreover, his long hair that had been messy had even once again vomited a lot of blood.

“Please and apologize mom, dad and everyone can leave this room,” I said with trembling, because it held a sense that I could not clearly tell them as an excuse.

I'm sure my gaze to them may have been different, because it's Budi ma'am, Budi also an old woman and the three of them immediately walked out, while Sely was still like that, sely's bed mattress is also very messy

Immediately I closed the door slowly and the beautiful woman I had seen above the closet was sitting on the bed stroking Sely's hair back to sleep.

“The agreement has been made, there is blood to be paid for with blood, there is a desire to be paid with a desire, everything is balanced, this child is already mine!, he said!,” said the beautiful woman spoke very softly.

I was still silent and while standing did not stop reciting what I could, the sweat and the urge to vomit kept on feeling, even more pain and sweat more and more pouring, I use a very thick jacket.

Suddenly the beautiful woman grabbed Sely's hair while shouting, I kept asking Allah Swt for help and continued to read in my heart with a sharp look at the beautiful woman.

His shout grew louder, “I will come again, just look!,” and I almost vomited because I held back the nausea, my hands continued to tremble violently.

“Alhamdulillah,” says.

Sely's position is still asleep with the same irregular position. I opened the door slowly. Outside the house, she was seen crying.

“How Ndi,” asked Bu Budi with tears still visible on both cheeks.

“Alhamdulillah, just tidy up the position of non Sely bu, continue I ask for drinking water,” I said while opening the room door.

The three people immediately greeted me and patted me on the shoulder “Alhamdulillah, sorry we had a suspect that we should not follow that bad suspect to father,”

“Nothing sir, anyways we are still the same human being and all the mistakes are ours that are still alive,” I said with a smile.

Not long after that, the adzan magrib resounded clearly, I immediately approached Sely who was still sleeping.

“Bu, father, because I have to prune, kasian also my friend wants to hurry home, if non Sely is awake please drink this water first well,”, I said, I gave him the drinking water I was holding.

“No magriban first here only Ndi tangib,” said Mr. Budi.

“Let's go sir, new anyways adzan,” I replied slowly.

Immediately Mr. Budi drove me to the front of his house, the monkeys that had filled the second floor of the house and the stairs when I passed back were no longer there.

Up ahead when I shake hands with Mr. Budi for saying goodbye, suddenly Mr. Budi thrusting the envelope as his gratitude to me.

“Ndi this there is a little care from the father and mother for the wife and children,” said Mr. Budi.

“Thank you sir for his good intentions, for his respect to my wife and children, I accept Mr. Budi's intentions, it would be nice, he said, just give it to the orphans and intend to smooth all of us and heal the father, non Sely,”, I replied with a smile.

Mr. Budi suddenly fell silent, there was a feeling of guilt with what I said just now, suddenly nodded and smiled, then I replied also with a smile.

“Good Ndi, what time do you like to be in the barbershop? Later I will welcome,” said Mr. Budi.

“I only have a night, sir, please be happy,” I replied with a calm feeling, because Mr. Budi I sure understand what I want, not the intention of humbling his good intentions, because there is always the best of good intentions.

I want to leave the house of Mr. Budi with a feeling of calm, about the healing of Sely that I think during a short trip to the pruning, whatever there must be a risk, let alone a deal with other creatures, which makes me not expect either, but back again that's human.

“Indeed, the wishes of his parents to recover must be comparable to the bonds of agreement they made,” I said in my heart, and began to set aside my thoughts towards the family of Mr. Budi.

Arriving at the barbershop with a state of sweat that has not finished subsiding, it is seen Yayan is busy in his coffee shop and the same David is still standing behind the barbershop, because there are still some people in line.

“A sorry just not had time to reply chat,” said Daud, seeing my arrival who had just come down in front of the parking lot.

“Udah hingga U, U I to mushola for a moment,” I replied.

“So much a, sorted out from home sir Budi?,” asked David.

“Abis sports me U hehe,” I replied jokingly.

After completing the service, then David bailed to go home and deposit to me according to the agreement in the work, and Yayan knew very well, of course when Yayan knew I was here, a glass of black coffee must have been delivered.

“Tumben a late arrival,” said Yayan while saving coffee.

“Obsually Yan,” I replied while winking.

“Alhamdulillah, a this month thank God Yayan already can pay the contract and there are more for the wife at home,” said Yayan.

I was delighted to hear what Yayan said just now, because he had just contracted next to my barbershop for a year, and indeed because I had also told Yayan to sell coffee, although it was my first year to pay the rent, because the one who had the site had to pay one year.

Tonight, one by one, I tidied her hair, but what was more interesting than the shaving process was the talk and the story, not infrequently almost all the stories I hear from those who come to my barbershop and it happens that I prefer to listen and joke, just, so people may feel more comfortable visiting here again as a subscription.

Usually my subscription people do deliberately trim their hair at night, because already know my schedule is here only night, above 11 pm this evening, trim pretty quiet, but I'm not happy, I have plenty of time to just smoke.

“A was abis isya bu Budi phone, say thank you, confused he said Pak Budi would like to give to aa but instead aa refuse,” chat Imas, my wife.

I just smiled, and knew very well what my wife was like, even though the goodness I planted the fruit for my own family.

“It does not feel 15 years I have a family, and Imas is still like the beginning of what I know like,” I said with a smile.

The message from Imas I did not reply, because I know later also a thousand questions when at home will come to me from Imas.I immediately went out of the barbershop and sat in the place of Yayan coffee, Yayan, while returning to spend cigarettes.

“Ngapain you Yan?,” your question.

“Alhamdulillah, the tumben tonight is quiet who can copy yan?,” said I.

“Warung inikan how to prune aa, if prune aa rame yah which pesen also rame a,” Yayan replied while sitting next to me.

It's true, unfortunately I only have two trim chairs, but because it can also make Yayan have a job, and the stall is carried away in a crowded place.

“Ah a if not for aa, I already do not know what business a,” said Yayan suddenly.

“Because of me? Just yummy. Start forgetting?,” I replied.

“Hehe yes because Allah a,” said Yayan with a shy smile.

“Iyahla Yan, anyways I can only help the rest of you who are business, your wife and children who also pray for us without people who pray will not be anything, he said,” I replied while winking.

My words made me and Yayan laugh, because I have often told Yayan many times, is not reminding each other is an obligation.

Tonight at about 02:00 the barbershop is closed, there are not counted how many heads tonight I trim his hair, and there are many stories that I have heard, too, chat for me warmers in my work. Because learning from others I still need.

“Yan, I say go home first well,” my word while cleaning up.

“Iya a, Yayan is also the same already want to clean up,” replied Yayan.

Finally I went home, got home I took a bath, and fulfilled my duty before I was to sleep.

“What are you good at, meddling in my business huh,”

“Who are you?,” I said very surprised.

“Already, the child is already mine, his own father who loves me the child, do not get in the way, understand!,” said the beautiful woman snapped loudly.

I was still conscious and not asleep, I opened my eyes slowly.

“Pak Budi,” says.

I have a debt, many things I have to say to Mr. Budi, tomorrow I have to meet.

Agreements with other realms are always agreements, usually the more severe the agreement is followed, and my journey the more I believe since 2000 is a mystical journey full of experiences and stories.

“Mah... after the dawn prayer aa pick up, this is already at home want to sleep,” Brief contents of my chat tell Imas.

Indeed exchanging news with Imas at the age of a long-running marriage was one way to maintain the harmonization of my small family.

Although sometimes it makes me feel amused myself, but the development of the era with all the advanced technology, I have to get used to it and finally get used to it.

The shadow of Sely was still on my mind, though I tried to calm down, but it didn't make me at all comfortable with this thought.

“Not the right time to blame, besides who is a living human does not have one”, I said, when remembering the sentence “agreement” and on the family of Mr. Budi.

Slowly, the eyes began to reconcile with themselves, apologizing to the creator for today for all the mistakes I was unaware of and thanking him for all the smoothness I experienced today, is one of the habits that I keep, so that the pleasure later on increases.

“Ash-shalaatu khairum minan-nauum, ” heard from the voice of Adzan Masjid, immediately I did not get eyes slowly, did not feel sleep just now very briefly, but what makes me feel quite is the pleasure of rest.

After carrying out the obligation, do not forget I feed the morning Robin, a chicken that since a long time from childhood I grew up, which was surprised indeed other chickens voiced when the morning, which was not good, Robin should be fed first.

Finished, immediately take out a two-wheeled vehicle and walk slowly towards the mother's house. Getting there is true, when entering directly into the house because it is usually my father who is old from a dark morning has rushed to the rice field.

“Asalamualaikum,” I said as I went into the kitchen and kissed Mom's hand, because it is common for mothers at this time in the morning to cook, for sure, just later deliver food for the father to the rice fields that are not too far away are“Walaikumsalam,” replied Mother also Imas.

“Nak, how his son bu Budi it, semalem Imas story,” asked Mom very curious.

“Yes so ma'am, sick, but alhamdulilah already mingling,” I replied while enjoying the coffee that I have made.

“It has become a rumor among the study mothers he said his son was made a victim by his own family,” said Imas, while thrusting fried cassava.

“I do not know mah, let alone the study mothers of mothers who like to teach so aa like to baffle the same mom as well, the study can, the study can be, the knowledge that is made dearly even so talking about the ugliness of others is not good, think well first,” my answer reminded me again.

Imas and Mom just smiled and would have known very well with my figure who did not really like to talk about the ugliness of people, he said,

“Are we not the same is a collection of sins,”

“Iya I also remember Ndi, please as long as you can well kasian kamukan word help not just material but there is our responsibility to life, not so, not so,” said Mother while sitting also beside me.

Now it is my turn to be made to smile by Mother and Imas, indeed I am always happy with this situation decorating behind my life always berdangangnya with other nature, due to the actions of humans themselves.

Because the children were not yet well and Imas intended to accompany my mother to the rice field to deliver food, and, finally I just spend time at home mom just rest and read books that maybe I have finished two to three times.

Not felt all day at home mom spend time playing with the kids also chatting with the father is the best time for me at the time now, afternoon coincidence now is Friday night, Friday night, soon I say goodbye and permission to go home to mom and dad because the next thing is to go back to work.

“Pak do not forget tomorrow Friday, it is ready envelope for tomorrow,” asku.

“Already ndi, thank you for increasing now to 40 people ndi,” replied the father with a smile.

“Alhamdulilah, may be the health and smoothness of all of us well sir,”, I said while saying goodbye.

On the way home I always smile when I remember the words of the people “si Andi the magician, the smart man, the smart man, can cure” and many more that almost make me not understand their own thoughts, even though the key is only one “sekah”

“Mah aa directly to prune well,” say say goodbye to Imas.

“Replace first if that shirt a,” replied Imas.

Immediately I went down and changed my clothes, although it was still the same never neat and impressed just like it was.

“Pengen throw away the taste of torn pants aa it, but how sure aa rich frown never have a real one,” scold Imas.

No, I responded just smiling and saying goodbye and asking prayers to Imas so that my work is smooth, immediately I left and returned past Mr. Budi's house. My intention to stop is very big, but my confidence will meet Mr. Budi in the barbershop is also greater, even though it has been very slowly passing in front of his house.

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