
Mayra was still standing staring at the house that she often saw in her net dream constantly staring scanning as if she wanted to find out about the condition of the house in front of her.
"Please, don't do that. I won't repeat it again, I beg ...." The faint voice begging for mercy that Mayra heard.
"Please ... don't lock me up, it's cold and dark in here," a voice whimpered again.
Mayra still stood in disbelief with the voice she heard. "What's going on?" ask her while walking closer, but the more her steps closer to this house feels more and more distant.
"What'sthis? This fog?"
Mayra's gaze was now covered in fog as she was still fixated on the spot. "How can I go home?"
In her confusion Mayra felt a familiar voice calling her name, a voice she had left for almost three weeks. "Mom, Mum. I'm here, help me Mom!" yell Mayra hard.
"Mother, Mayra's here!" shouted again.
However, Mayra's voice seemed to pierce through empty space and the voice came back inaudible. "Me, right here. I'm stuck in the mist, ma'am" isak Mayra softly.
"I'm here Mom!" he continued to swirl among the fog.
Meanwhile, in a distant place there were two people who were fighting violently.
Two people who were disappointed when all the preparations and luxurious parties in the fields were finally destroyed and failed just like that with the disappearance of Mayra.
"Then, what's the point of Mas Rusli going there if he can't bring Mayra home!" lidia shouted furiously.
Rusli who felt failed could not bring his daughter home just quietly bowed lethargic not a little pyn he wanted to answer every swearing of the wife. "Destroyed everything and what we feared all this time will surely happen!" yell Lydia again.
"Mas ... This is all because of you!" exclaim Lydia's upset.
Rusli looked down more and more only the net was visible nanar staring far away and I don't know what is currently in his mind. "Remember Mas, if anything happens with Mayra, Mas knows what the consequences are!" threaten Lidia while grabbing her phone and sitting up with a huff.
Scroll through her phone and before long a word of agreement was heard between Lydia and the person who was across there.
"Lidia, what are you planning?" asked Rusli while staring dislike.
"If Mas did not carelessly tell about our old house, there is no way Mayra knew the address of the house," said Lidia furious.
"Lidia, I'm just giving them regular monthly errands and argh .. where they are and why they're not coming back" Rusli grumbled.
Lydia was getting inflamed with anger however Mayra was the child she had painstakingly acquired. "Mas, is Mayra going to be okay there and what makes Mas fail, what ...." Lidia broke her words and looked at her husband who looked riled up.
"Mas." Call Lidia again.
"Lidia, it looks like we have to prepare ourselves, Mas don't know what will happen later, Mas ... Mas, do not know how the fate of Mayra," said Rusli disoriented.
"What do you mean by Rusli?"
"The village is Lydia and the land of our house that has been cursed and Mayra ...." Rusli cut off his words and covered his face with his two hands, as if there was some fear that Rusli was feeling at this moment.
"What did you say and why didn't you ever tell me?" ask Lydia firmly.
"Lidia, what do you need to know and you did it yourself" Rusli said slowly.
Hearing the words of Lydia's husband stood up. "Mas, that's where our son and I want Mayra to go home" said Lydia with tears in her custody.
"I will do everything possible so that Mayra can go home Mas turned out all the antidotes and clenics that we do are just in vain" Lidia finally regretted.
"Mayra, go home son!" call Lydia softly and finally her tears just escaped.
The commotion that ensued finally came to a halt with Lidia's cries. There was regret implied from the vague murmur he kept saying. However, in contrast to Rusli who was sitting pensively staring blankly with a forehead that was repeatedly sharpened.
"The land of curses, the house." Rusli continued muttering to himself.
"Argh .. why is it like this, it's all ruined!" rusli shouted annoyed.
Rusli then stood up and damaged all the clenics he had put on his stake for years, throwing away all the things he once thought were lucky. "Everything is useless and finally my son who came there!" yell Rusli loudly.