Not Indigo

What's In My House? 1

My name is Ana, I want to tell you a little bit about the house I live in today .My house is a wooden house that was built by my father and mother when they were young, when both my grandfather and grandmother both on the mother's side and the father's side were still alive in other words,this house is an old house that is more than half a century according to the age of my brother number two because my father and mother moved to this house when the second brother was born.

This house has been renovated several times, and still maintains its shape from the past.This house also holds many memories, this house is like a parlour for the elderly.My mother cares a lot about the elderly ,in-laws even his uncle's aunt even his brothers.if they fall ill, they,so the mother will invite them to be treated at home and some of them died in this house.some brothers and nephews from the village also almost all have lived in this house,usually they come here to continue their studies in this city.dad also does not mind, he is proud of the noble activities of the mother.

My father is a former teacher and also a former official in a city in NTB, while mother is a housewife who is very dedicated to the family, and for people who have many relatives will know how exciting it is to fight each other for toys, food, clothes, especially if the age is almost the same, can be played together, can be invited to play together,plus the presence of cousins who live in the house, a very rame anyway.

I am the youngest child, almost all my brothers who are number one to eight years old by one, two or three years old but unlike me, my age with my brother number eight is almost 8 years old,I used to say to mom "Mom, I think I'm an unexpected child, just don't know I'm pregnant".i said, and she just replied "not expected, son,instead you were an unexpected windfall, a windfall, suddenly born.

After almost all my brothers decided to get married and live alone, automatic in the house only left me alone who takes care of the father and mother who are old.the house becomes quiet, the rooms were once crowded, the rooms were once crowded,I am now uninhabited, and I am finally free to choose which room I like.

Coincidentally the room I chose was the room at the end of the , the back of the kitchen near the kitchen.because this room is a quiet, quiet room, there was no sound of frenetic vehicle from the front of the highway. it used to be my brother's room number 7.after my brother built his own house and moved, the room was filled with my cousin who continued his High School, but after graduation, he continued his studies on the island of Java, Java,and the room after empty now I'm occupying.in the back of this room there is a backyard planted with guava trees and bananas, in the west corner of the yard there are two pieces of father's pet chicken coop. dad likes to keep chickens, he said anyway to be consumed if there is no other side dish.although the cutting process must be sad (konoha wkwkwkwkwkwkw) used to be so affectionate and affectionate with his pet chicken.

According to my father's story, this area of my neighborhood used to be a former stream that was dry and there was no more running water ,therefore many residents build settlements there.so it is natural behind the house still visible remnants of the river's water niche even though the backyard has been fenced.

Mother used to tell me, if every night my grandmother always burned garbage behind the house, precisely behind the room I occupy, he said to repel mosquitoes. during this garbage burning activity, he said,there will always be passing figures that interfere with the activities of the grandmother.Sometimes it looks only her puffy and festering legs also smell, sometimes only her hands are waving, and sometimes only her hands are waving,sometimes there are girls who sit on the branches of the guava tree while swinging their legs.my grandmother just nagged it "if it passes by, do not bother, do not bother, do not stop for a long time,here is not your home, move around".he said. and wallahualam, according to their mother immediately disappeared when it was purchased so the same grandmother.

when moving into this back room as well, my brothers who come to visit often advise "why do you move the back room, did you serem?".they said, "mostly far away from my mother's room, father,if they have nothing, yes you don't hear".protest my sister number four. sometimes I like nyolot also answer "ye.who told me to go all the way, eat her stay here again, again,let's rame".

they'd at most just pinch my head while saying "basic".

The next day I told my mother what I was going through, she just said "oh, she just stopped by, she doesn't live here anyway".

then I said, "yes, even if I just stopped by, but ma'am".

"Each him read prayers before going to bed, do not forget to take ablution".

"she's mom" I replied

"continue, still dare to sleep in that room?" ask mom again

"wouldn't mom say just passing by, yeah no. I'm still there.

"Yes, if so, go ahead".

I just told my mother what I experienced, I don't want my brothers to scare me constantly with other supernatural things.