Lacoon
I'M NOT A TUMBAL - A Foul Chicken Piece
Day by day. I went through it normally. I am diligent in my work. Besides the huge salary I received. The residents here are so polite and friendly. It's all about lazing around.
"Sir," I sincerely look at Mr. Bambang.
Soon, my female employer came out after her husband. He's a little fat. Always smiling, with white skin and a shady face.
"Sir, my room will be cleaned, please" asked Ajeng, my female employer.
"Jeh, Ma,"
"Eat there first. Let there be energy,"
"Jeh, Mum. Martun suwun."
The week changed so fast. I didn't find any weirdness here. Until, I started to get annoyed with Klara's babbling. I felt like I was overwhelmed by the figure Klara was telling me about. Ah shit! Klara's story disrupts my suggestion.
"Claras. Ehh, dengerin Ma'am. It's not all real. It was all a lie. So Klara don't believe me, okay," I'm trying to stop Klara's talk about her delusion. "Mending acquaintances with Doraemon, or Dora who makes dizzy,"
"That's a cartoon, Ma'am. This is Mom's mom. He said we're family."
"boong, man,"
"Ah shoot it! Later I said Papa let me see Ma'am," Klara ran away from me.
Since then Klara no longer bothers me with her silly babble. I became calm. In fact, I miss that he's disturbing. That afternoon I tried to find Klara. I saw Mr. Bambang coming down from the third floor.
"Pa, find what?!" Klara surprised me from where she was. The Tetiba just appeared in front of me.
"Increasing Antenna,"
"Ohhh,"
"Klara, let's take a yuk bath." as I.
I also went with Klara to bathe her. The next few days. I'm looking for Klara because she was asked by Bu Ajeng.
"Klara.." call me try to find. "Klaar-"
"Hi hi.."
I saw Klara run up the stairs to the 3rd floor. There was a door closing from up there. I'm afraid that Klara playing on the side of the wall is panicking. I immediately ran after Klara.
"Now!"
JEGLEKKK! (door closed)
"Oh my goodness Klara. Klaraa!!! Open the door, Klaraaa!!" I tried to open the locked door. I saw a key hanging on the side of the wall. I grabbed and opened the door. I haven't finished turning the door lock. I was shocked by Sergey Klara.
"Mdad, ha ha ha. My people are here, I'm a laper" said Klara, who is under the second floor.
I saw Mr. Bambang already standing next to Klara. "Ngapain Ma'am!?"
"So Klara climbed on top of sir, because I panicked. Don't know if it's here, you know," I rubbed Klara's head.
"Hi hi hi hi, Little brother," Klara mellowed.
"Uwes, kono gek. Can't play upstairs anymore Klara. Later no ration." said Mr. Bambang.
"Tu. Ayok eat. Eat what?!" I took Klara downstairs.
I don't feel weird about that. I'm just dizzy. This house is like a labyrinth. Get in there, get out here. How many stairs are there. Ah maybe Klara went through the emergency stairs. Than me, Klara knows more about the ins and outs of this house.
"Mom, rest first. Here eat the cake," said Bu Ajeng.
"Jeh, Ma."
I agree even if I don't do it. Just feel like, the job is not finished, I've been eating well.
"Udah to, just shut up. Sit here, talk here."
"Jeh, Ma,"
I finally obeyed the orders of my master. Because of his hesitation, I sat on the floor right in front of Bu Ajeng.
"Kok lunggoh kono. Sit here, wong there's a chair. That chair doesn't buy to sit,"
"Jeh, Mum. Ngapunten."
I obey all the orders of Bu Ajeng. Ma Ajeng asked me a lot of things. Starting from school, work experience, to personal things such as how many children and born on what day.
"Seloso, Mom."
"Tuesday what?!"
"Lack of knowing, Mom. I was told to just forget. I remember tuesday night. Until a lot of people are waiting for me." I answered not feeling strange.
"Oh, yo wes. It's spent. Eat only chimat-cimit. Eat that much, let there be energy," he said. "You if there's food, anything. Want to eat eat. Don't be afraid."
"Jeh, Mum. Martun Suwun."
Their treatment was so good to me. There is not a single attitude that makes my heart hurt or hate them. They are nice and friendly people.
"Bak, iki in the food," Bu Ajeng gave me a piece of chicken.
"Jeh, Mum. Martun suwun,"
My stomach still feels full. I keep the food on my room table. I'm back to finishing my setlikaan. After I finish cleaning my clothes. My stomach feels hungry. Ahh this effect I work, my stomach contents become digested quickly. I came back to eat the fried chicken that Bu Ajeng gave me. The scented warm rice I had prepared to accompany the savory fried chicken satisfied my tongue.
"Now what," I murmured.
When I entered my room, I smelled a bad smell. I was surprised when I saw the fried chicken that I kept at the table, already filled with maggots. I felt disgusted and nauseous for a moment. How could that happen?! In fact, I haven't left a piece of chicken for 3 hours. Is this someone?! But who can prank me like that?!
"Hukk!"
I quickly threw the chicken along with the plate into the trash. I'm so ticklish. The maggots were wriggling in and out on that piece of rotten mingled chicken.
Almost 2 days my appetite has decreased. It feels nauseous to remember that piece of chicken. The foul smell that pierced my nose still felt in my brain. Hii I'm so amused.
The srek srekkk!
I saw Bi Tumiyem sweeping the garden from the top floor. Is he the one who pranked me?! But why?! Is he envious?!
I was shocked when Bi Tumi looked at me. He saw me watching him. I don't know, recently Bi Tumi was caught watching me. What's the matter exactly?! Did I make a mistake?! The feeling I did my job well.
Night changed night. I'm starting to get quiet. Mind everywhere. I feel like someone's money is watching me. But who?!
I carefully looked at every corner of the house wall. Who knows if there is CCTV installed. My feelings are always watching. I'm not calm. No tools or CCTV were installed. But why am I not calm?!
Later that night, I imagined what Klara was telling me. It was as if the figure was standing outside the window watching me. But every time I look at the window. There's nobody there. Why, my sense of invisibility, always makes me want to look at the window. The shadow of Klara's story carried over to my dreams.
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