Mayangs

Mayang 5

I knocked on Grandma's room door. His attitude became strange and I started to worry. There's no answer there. Repeatedly mentioned his name but he did not answer let alone open the door. What's wrong with you, Grandma? Don't scare me.

"sam ... Grandma why?"

"Mom, open the door. May wants to say, "I continued, knocking on the door.

"Grandma, don't make May worry about gini. Why was?"

Someone patted me on the shoulder—, but it was quite surprising. I turned around and found the large body watching me from earlier.

"Why?" tanyakanya.

"Grandmother ..he was weird earlier, sir. Suddenly entered the room, did not want to see Mayang," I replied. He sighed softly, taking a step forward and knocking on the door.

"Are you sure Grandma's inside?" ask him to make sure.

"Related, Sir. May saw for herself the terrified grandmother kept coming into the room, "I replied with wet eyes. Yes, these tears will soon fall down your cheeks. Crying, very. If I see the sudden change of grandmother, I am worried and I don't know why this feeling is suddenly uncomfortable.

I took a step back and grabbed my shoulder. A very comfortable embrace of his daughter's first love. However, for some reason, this hug felt familiar. I'm comfortable, I feel more loved than ever. A gesture of affection that Azmir never gave me. Rarely does he hug, only when he wants or misses.

"Why is grandma?" ask the father while loosening his arms.

I took off my hug and told her about the incident. Mr. mangut-mangut sign understand. He breathed heavily, then muttered a few times. I was curious and worried about what was happening to my grandmother.

"Grandma!" My pupils widened along with a smile. Grandma opened the door while carrying ....

Whatisthis? An incense?

"Sir, what is this?" manya curious. Grandma just kept quiet without looking at me at all. He was busy spreading the smoke of three incense sticks around my body. The smell of the smoke this time was slightly different from the incense of Mbah Rondo some time ago. More concentrated and make the chest tight.

I coughed, but grandma didn't seem to care. He took me to the couch, followed by Grandma from behind. Every now and then, looking back, Grandmother's face turned frightened. He looked up and we clashed.

"Miss!"

His mouth read the mantra. I was forced to sit by my father, but refused. Grandma was standing right in front, with incense already burning in half. As expected, something will happen. The head starts to get dizzy, the eyes blur, and the hands of the feet vibrate.

I closed my eyes because I felt uncomfortable. Like there's another force forcing it out. Yeah, I'm dreaming now. Can't do anything but still feel something beyond consciousness. It's a kind of hopelessness, the difference is I'm not lying down.

Faintly, I called someone to get some drinking water.

"Will it?" Grandma's voice, sayup-sayup is heard. Eyes are locked, it is difficult to open. The entire body was stiff and like there was another soul forcing me to control it completely. My heart cries, wanting to escape from the shackles of this genie as soon as possible.

"Aargha!"

"Darling!"

***

When I realized, I was already in the room. It was dark, quiet, with no one to accompany. There's only a plate of rice and salt beside—which is somehow put here. When I was about to get up and get some water, I suddenly felt a tremendous pain in the hand area.

"what's this? Why is it hurt!" I panicked, my left wrist bandaged. There were blood marks there, a sign of a deep wound. Who did this to me? It can't be my father or grandmother.

Sreeek .. sreeek .. sreeek!

"Who's there?"

'I am you, you are me.'

'I'm back.'

This heart, like someone answered my every question. But I don't know who and where he is, I don't know. It is intangible, there is no clear sign of its existence. If it is true that the genie is bullied, I should be able to see how it is.

"Please .. don't bother me. Whoever you are, what do you really want?" There's no answer. Only the sound of the curtains blurting out on their own without the wind moving. Or the sound of people clawing at a wall that sounds scary.

"May?"

"Who were you talking to?" ask grandma while frowning. I took a breath, then looked around. Everything seems normal. Not gripping like that. Grandma got up and turned on the lights.

"No idea who, Grandma. The point is that May is like a madman, she is alone, someone answers herself" I replied. Maybe grandma doesn't understand until her gaze flatly leads to me.

"May's mind is divided in two. I think there's another soul dwelling in May's body right now. He's the one who answered all of May's questions. But confused as to where his voice came from," I explained. Grandma grabbed my bandaged left hand. Touch it a little until I feel pain.

"You want to know what happened? Look at the wound on your neck yesterday. You sure it wasn't for someone else?" Grandma scared me. Yeah, come to think of it, where did this wound come from? I was unconscious and knew I had this wound.

"What, Grandma?" I said back to asking. He smiled briefly, then returned a strange and unusual expression.

"So, as my grandmother recited the do'a-do'a and spread the incense smoke, your eyes turned red and empty looking ahead. Your lips are pale, your hands don't stop reaching for the vase on the table" said the grandmother, beginning to explain what I had experienced.

"Your father left because of fear, Nanda who came with drinking water but you hit his hand and the glass fell. Break," he continued. I looked at him with a serious face and disbelief. It turned out that behind my unconsciousness, everything that happened was completely unexpected. Unsuspectedly.

"You wake up and run to the kitchen. Scramble the plate and find the knife there. Grandma call your mother."

After that, maybe I can guess for myself. Before mother came, the knife had sliced through the wrist. Grandma was helpless because she was afraid that this creature in my body would be even more harmful.

Grandma said nothing after that. He got up and turned off the lights. Though my curiosity has not been completely cured. I feel grandma is hiding a big secret and it's about the existence of this genie.

***

"Nanda," call me. The little princess was playing with her Barbie doll.

"Yes, Brother May?"

"Aren't you papa? Didn't get a shard?" my many. He nodded slowly, then smiled.

"Nothing to do, Sister May. When I hit Nanda's hand, Grandma told me to go back, "he replied naively. I let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't hurt.

Bemoan.

I'm afraid I can't control myself. And then hurt the people I love. For grandma and Nanda, maybe only once was this given good luck. They survived even though sharp objects were in front. However, what if this happens again and I accidentally injure?

"May's sister why is she crying?" I hurriedly rubbed my eyes. This innocent girl in front of me certainly did not understand what was becoming my destiny line. Bitter and tortuous.

"No. Oh, did you just see, sister May, why?"

"Eum .. earlier that's Kak May serem really. Sampe nyakar om. Keep his face Kak May puket, Nanda aja afraid," he replied. I'm speechless. A child cannot lie.

I got up and got out. Suddenly someone pulled my shirt.

"Oh, yes, Brother. Last time grandma bacain do'a, brother said 'I'm back, I'm back'. Grandma was so angry. Grandma snapped, Sister May also snapped back. It can't be, brother. Mama said, talking rudely the same older is a sin," he explained. I crouched down, adjusting my height with it.

"Yes, next time not that anymore. Don't copy, yes, 'it's not good, '" I said as I rubbed his head. He turned around and went up to the bed; he went back to playing alone.

I sat in the long chair next to the house. Occasional flicking of fingers, or tearing of dry foliage that falls on the chair. Not felt, the tears were crowing the river. I feel sorry for myself. When will this puzzle be revealed soon? What is Grandma hiding?

Honestly, I'm tired.

Pretty sick and wants to go as far as possible.

Then never to return ....

Again.

***