Mystery room

Softness Residential

The morning sun shines. The light enters through the cracks of the house.

I woke up half shocked because the shubuh was long gone. Sleeping too late makes me wake up.

I woke up Mas Aji who was still asleep. I carried Riko and I brought her to the bathroom.

After bathing Riko, I sent her to Mas Aji.

I went to take a shower.

From last night I didn't realize my hand had a slight burn.

"De, why is the pastel all charred?" shouted Mas Aji who was going to the kitchen for breakfast. Usually every morning Mas Aji pastel breakfast, but not today.

"Yes, I'm sorry... Last night I overslept," I cried from the bathroom explaining.

"Yes Dek then look for breakfast first!" obviously Mas Aji from the kitchen.

"Yes Mas.." I shouted and rushed to finish the bath.

I put on a towel and opened the door. I walked into the room.

Arriving in the room, it looks like my little boy is laughing alone as if someone asked him to joke.

I could not wear clothes, I immediately carried Riko and took clothes from the closet, then took her out to the living room.

Riko I put the chair down and I changed clothes there.

Before long Aji came home with a plastic bag containing a pack of yellow rice.

"Why is there a towel here?"

"She, I'm changing clothes here!"

"Why not just in the room?"

I was silent not answering. If I explain, he won't believe it either.

I'm kitcheny to take the plates and spoons for our breakfast.

After breakfast Mas Aji left for work and I came to the front to play at Mama's house.

My mother smiled to see me this morning who was visiting her house. He quickly took Riko and carried her. Mama was so happy. But, her gaze faded when Mama saw my gloomy face.

"Dew, what happened to your face? If you want to tell a story, just tell it." said Mama.

I also told you about last night.

"Be careful Dew, it's an evil kuntilanak!" mama made me feel quiet. I try to digest what he says.

"But isn't that just a dream?"

"Dream what Dew... That makes your hand burn like this." said Mama while holding my hand with a burn.

Mama continued to say "If Thursday, in the afternoon you sprinkle salt in every corner of the house while reading sholawat."

A few years later.

This afternoon. As usual, I sprinkled salt in every corner of the house while reading sholawat. Riko, who is now 3 years old, follows my habits. I laughed at my little cuteness.

Before long Maa Aji came, she invited Riko out to buy something.

The Maghrib arrived shortly. As usual, I chose to pray at home instead of dimushollah.

After I finished praying. I heard a little boy running around laughing and climbing the stairs to get to the top floor.

At that time I was teaching. I thought my son was home.

"Richo... Rikot... Is that you son?" I shouted, but there was no answer.

I closed the Qur'an and tidied up the prayer tool.

I walked to the window next to the front door.

I see Mas Aji's motorbike does not exist yet, meaning that Riko has not returned.

Who is up above then?

"Oh yeah... At least such a creature," I murmured in my heart.

I sat in the living room seat and the voice sounded again, "Beg... Bag... Gosh..." "Hahaha hahaha," the sound of footsteps accompanied by the laughing voice of a child.

I stood up and looked.

It turned out that Mas Aji and Riko had come home, I greeted them with a smile.

Mas Aji's face was full of investigation when he looked at my face. But he refused to ask.

Strangely a noise from above was suddenly inaudible.

We head to the living room to watch TV while we wait for the night.

Adzan reverberated, I prayed and finished praying I returned to the middle room.

Riko fell asleep, while Mas Aji was still seriously watching TV.

I carried him to the room and I laid him to bed. My body along I lay beside Riko while patting her thighs that almost woke up when I lay down. "Hust hust hust," I said softly.

Riko delirious...

His eyes were still closed but his mouth said something while shouting "River... The river..."

At first I thought he was just plain delirious. But, he continued to say the same word.

Her body was getting hot, her clothes were soaked in sweat.

I ran to the middle room to call Mas Aji.

He got up from his seat, while the TV was left in a state of still succumbing.

We walked to the room. Mas Aji was confused to see the condition of his son like that.

"Dek, let's do what he wants" said Mas Aji who was holding Riko's body and staring at me.

I nodded and Mas Aji held Riko.

We walk to the back door.

At 10 pm we walked down the field. Not far from the land there is a river.

Arriving at the river Riko's eyes widened, looking but full of emptiness.

Not long after, we decided to go home.

Just turning around and not stepping yet, Riko was back in contact with her eyes closed.

Mas Aji and I were confused to see Riko's condition.

We turned the body towards the river and Riko was calm. But, he opened his eyes again with a blank look.

"Let's go home" said Mas Aji firmly. I obey him and Riko is back in contact. Mas Aji carried her carefully so that Riko would not fall.

All night Riko was like that. Mas Aji and I couldn't sleep.

Late at midnight Mas Aji left Riko for me to take care of. Because, he was no longer able to withstand his drowsiness and fatigue.

I can't do anything, I can only cry and pray.

At 6 am. I went to the kitchen to get a glass and I filled it with tap water.

I went back to the room and sat next to Riko who was still lying down while revolting.

The water in the glass I read Al-Fatihah, then I drank it to Riko.

As if Riko did not want to drink it, he continued to spit out the water that I had read Al-Fatihah. But, I kept forcing her to drink and ended up being swallowed.

Riko was calm soon.

He opened his eyes, his face hinting at confusion.

Riko glanced at every corner of the room looking for something.

I sat down and looked at him with a sad face with tears in my eyes.

"Mama, which friend is Riko?" riko said while looking at me.

"Which friend Riko?" I asked back.

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