Mystery Old House (STAGED REVISION PROCESS)

TINGWE!

I tried to look relaxed to wait for my dad to come back.2 hours later at 12 pas pas dad also did not come back.

"Why does talking take so long? did you leave me?" I murmured in my heart, taking into account the words I had said in my mind.

Because I felt like something was strange, I just left this hut and went running out to see my father.While yelling yells call out to him, how could he come to see me, so that I wouldn't worry.

"Help me brother!" said a child behind a tree, which is so tall and large and has very thick leaves.I don't know what tree this is.

"So help me!" his speech again with a sad tone as well as with his hoarse and severed voice broke off.

"It would be a good step if I helped the boy, maybe he saw where the father and grandmother were going." I muttered happily, and wished that.

I walked up to the big tree, to help the screaming little boy, so he just got lost.

"Help me, brother! huhuhu.." this time he screamed while crying, it made me all anxious with his state yah g was behind the big tree.

"Are you okay, brother?" ask me by taking a slow step, because so many princess plants are embarrassed to be carried by the roots of this large tree that I live.

Actually I don't know my purpose for coming to this place, but since there are people who need help, it would be better if I helped him now.

"I try to stretch out your hand so that brother can help you, I can't walk towards you any more because so many thorny plants around the roots of this tree." I explained gently.

"Are you not afraid of me?" asked the boy in a hoarse voice that I could barely hear.

"No, just as long as you're a good boy brother won't be afraid of you" I said softly

"What if I.." the sentence was interrupted there, but he reached out his hand.At once my whole body began to creep, as he showed his hands and fingers.

"Think of adulthood, there's no need to be afraid it's just a child's hand." I exclaimed in a soft voice.

He just stretched out his hand from beside the tree, but not by looking at his face.I was really surprised by this child, what did he look like? even his voice sounded so hoarse, it was difficult for me to interpret him as male or female.

"Daughter what are you doing there!!!" my father shouted very loudly from behind me, the contact left me shocked.

I looked back to see if it was Dad? or just my hallucinatory voice.it turns out to be true father.

"Dad!" I said again, with a difficult step to walk because so many thorns on the road that I want to go through.

"You're a kid, why are you there?" said the grandmother earlier, by igniting the tingwe and enjoying it with a puff of tobacco smoke.

"I want to help the sister behind this tree." I said by trying to move slowly.

The grandmother didn't say anything more, only the father took me out of the thorny path.

"Let's look there again, are there big trees and little children?" said grandma while pulling tingwe, to be able to speak clearly.

I looked carefully at what the grandmother had said.

"God! it's cemetery!" I shouted, covering my mouth with both palms because I felt shocked.

I began to stagger, and felt tired all over my body, mixed with fear and horror.My sullen thoughts were barely able to understand this incident.

everything began to sound faint, and my vision began to darken, my head felt dizzy even this standing leg felt weakened so that it made me fall on the ground.

"What's wrong with me?"