NYI TWINS TRIBUTE

He's Coming

At Rita's house.

"Damn! He's coming again! The shaman lied to me and my husband!"

The muscles in the woman's neck were clearly visible, her breathing was panting and both her eyes were wide-eyed. He looked towards the corner of the room with two female figures standing there watching him.

This time the figure did not show its ugly form. The two figures standing in front of the back looked beautiful with red kebaya and bunny hair. The jasmine flower arrangement dangled from the back of her hair, they looked like a twin bride.

"This month you should give me a fall! I want a human! Otherwise you ... or your son must be my servant!"

The voice of the figure echoed in Rita's hearing, she was still lying on the bed with energy that felt exhausted.

Although the figure's lips seemed to be motionless in the slightest, but his voice continuously echoed in Rita's sense of hearing.

"Eat the ma-" Dwi who had just entered the room stopped her footsteps.

A sinister sight was before him at this moment. Her employer was lying on the bed with both eyes wide open almost out of the nest.

"Mrs-lady what happened? Madam why is this?"

A small tray filled with dinner that he put on one of the nightstand, while he ran closer to his master.

Dwi patted Rita's cheek, but could not resuscitate the woman.

"Mrs, why is this?" He worries.

Not only that, Dwi was also afraid. Riani was at her friend's house and she was alone with Rita.

Unable to get what he expected, Dwi ran out of the main room. He went to his room and started calling Riani.

"Sorry, the number you're aiming for-"

Dwi disconnected the phone because Riani's number could not be reached. Five times, he kept getting the same thing.

"So, Miss Riani is also very difficult to contact."

Dwi's heart was pounding, she was terrified. With a slightly shaking hand, Dwi searched around for a contact number that she seemed to be able to call right now to help her employer.

"Sir Abdul .. Yes, Mr. Abdul may be able to help me."

Dwi immediately made a phone call. A few moments the tone of the call trying to connect is heard over and over again.

"Active but why not lift up anyway?!" annoyed Dwi, at a crucial time like this, the people needed are indeed very difficult to contact. Dwi glanced towards the wall clock. "Have you been sleeping for half an eight hours?"

Not yet desperate, Dwi again tried to contact Mr. Abdul. He waited for the voice call to be connected impatiently.

"Duh, I'm just going there. I hope he's home."

Dwi got up from the side of her bed. He glanced towards the stairs leading to the second floor where his master's room was located. In his heart he wanted to go to see Rita once more, perhaps the woman was not in the same position, but she immediately abandoned her intentions.

He threw out all the flavors in his body, shuddering in horror. "I went to Mr. Abdul's house immediately, scared."

Arriving in front of Mr. Abdul's house, the sound of music sounded quite loud. A few seconds later, the man's voice was humming with excitement.

Mr. Abdul's voice is very comfortable to hear, even all the residents around his house also admitted it. Although Mr. Abdul often tuned music with a loud volume and sang, but almost none of the colors protested, they actually felt happy because it was like listening to songs from the radio.

"Pantes just called not raised," upset Dwi who then pressed a button on the left side of the door.

Along with the push of the button, the sound of a bell was heard echoing in the house. Mr. Abdul's voice was no longer heard singing, the music with a loud volume was also dead.

"c .. a-anu ... Mr Abdul bi-can you help me?" ask Dwi to doubt.

While Mr. Abdul scrunched his forehead. Dwi doesn't usually ask for help. "What's wrong, Dwi?"

"I-it-it-"

"Dwi," called someone who made Dwi's sentence stop.

Both Mr. Abdul and Dwi, both turned towards the source of the sound almost simultaneously. They found a woman standing close to the gate that was still open because Dwi opened it earlier.

"Mrs-listers?" ask Dwi wonder.

"What are you doing here?" rita asked, he looked ordinary.

Dwi's eyes shifted from Rita to Pak Abdul in turn. He's confused.

"E-i-this, Mistress. Ma-mau asked for sugar with Mr. Abdul," said Dwi, reasoned even though it made no sense at all.

"Was the sugar in our house gone?" Rita scrunched her forehead.

"Yes, ma'am, there's no more stock and yesterday forgot to buy." Dwi then turned towards Abdul. "Are you, sir?"

The man was also confused. Without saying anything, he just nodded his head and went inside his house.

Moments passed, Mr. Abdul came out with a small piece of sugar. "Here, take it." The quarter-sized plastic was transferred into Dwi's hands.

"Oh, this is a lot, sir. I just need about two tablespoons." Dwi is not feeling well.

"You don't have to take it, Dwi. Besides, my sugar stock is still a lot."

"There's a lot of ya, Mr Abdul."

Sand sugar given by Mr. Abdul is put in a special jar. For a while, Dwi turned to his master who was sitting at the dinner table and looked ordinary.

Curious, Dwi decided to ask. "Hm, Madame ta-tadi-"

"You see?" tanya Rita disconnects Dwi's question.

Nod Dwi's head can't even be seen if Rita doesn't pay close attention.

Dwi lowered her head. "W-W-did he come again?"

"Yes" answered Rita, smiling. "But now I've switched." Rita looked at Dwi with a deep look. "You're willing to help me, aren't you?"

Very forcedly, Dwi nodded. "How can I help you, ma'am?"

"Going to the hostel inhabited by Tia, I heard from another boarding boy if he is sick, let him be the next victim."

"Why-why is that the final man now, his man?" Dwi scared.

"So, he doesn't want any more goats." Rita moved from her seat. A few moments later, he returned with a small package. "Take this and put it under his bed. Bring the leftover soup with you this afternoon, you warm it up first and make sure he eats it."

The package is in the form of a box-shaped cloth measuring about five square centimeters only, not large. In it there is a content that does not know what, Dwi also does not know it.

Holding the object made the feathers Iud Dwi stand up, he felt afraid. But if he does not carry out this order, he is also afraid that he will become the next victim.

Dwi nodded. "Ba-good, Mistress. W-now where are the Nyi Twins? Are they gonna follow me?"