Random Horror Stories
Sumiati part2's
"Why, Mom?" asked Sumiati while opening her eyes. His hand that was still touching the doorstop immediately stopped his action and stared at his mother with sadness.
"Don't it be a sembrani horse playing around the house, if we disturb him, you can get his kick. He is not our opponent, Nduk," explained his mother with a look of pity. She understood that her daughter only wanted to lighten her load, but she knew the power of a dark horse with long hair dangling around their house.
Sumiati flinched, sighed deeply before the pink-colored thin lips opened and asked, "can Sumi see it, Mother?"
The old woman frowned her two eyebrows whose fur had already changed into silver white. Staring at the eyes lamat-bright shade that is so plain and implied sincerity in it.
"What do you want?" He asked back.
"Mmm, just wanna see, Mom. That's it," she replied with a smile.
The woman called the mother finally nodded and agreed to her son's wishes.
The girl who only wore the kemben and cloth wrapped around her knees grew excited and raised the doorstop with a smile on her face.
"Thank you Mother" he said before he exited the bamboo house.
His long hair instantly blushed and partly flew away as a fairly strong wind blew towards him.
Her beautiful eyes were glistening around. Large trees lined up neatly swayed, as well as the weeds that were in the wind moved.
The girl caught a quiet and just accompanied nature with moonlight that glowed beautifully.
"Yuhuuu, where are you?" Sumi circulated the view looking for the whereabouts of the horse while stepping her bare feet slowly, so watchful and wary. What if the horse suddenly attacked him?
Silent and silent. Only the breeze sounded so soft. Sumi exhaled heavily. Disillusioned.
"Hows it? does that creature exist?" asked the white-haired lady in the bun with a limped step out of the doorway.
"Ga there, Mom," Sumi said as she twisted her body.
"Yo wes, we're sleeping. Tomorrow morning I have to find food again, and as usual, you do not go out, wait for mom to come home," said the mother who immediately embraced Sumi.
Sumi approached the mother, and grabbed the wrist of the woman she loved dearly. He took her in his arms and they entered the house together, the door closed slowly and Sumi locked it.
"Sumi rests first mom, Sumi is very sleepy," The girl asked herself because her body was very tired. He waited all day for his mother inside the house, eating what his mother had left him without complaining.
He actually did not like the game meat that already smelled like carrion, but he was forced to eat it, because it was the only meat that was in the house.
His mother never taught him to cook, the old woman from childhood taught Sumi to eat raw meat and blood to survive.
In contrast to Sumi, the more the meat smelled and sometimes had been infested by maggots, the hunchbacked old woman actually liked to eat it.
The girl then went into the room and laid her body on a bamboo cot with a mat that she woven from the forest pandan, and she dried it first.
Surprisingly, when he was in the room, the drowsiness just evaporated. He rolled to the left, where his shady eyes stared at the dusty bamboo wall.
Hhhh!
Sumi exhaled a rough breath. Somehow he felt something strange about himself and his life.
The questions had been lingering in Sumi's mind for a long time, but she was afraid to ask her mother.
However, these few days those questions were re-interrupting his mind.
He feels lonely. Is there only him and his mother? why had he never seen a figure similar to himself and his mother?
For a long time he was bored. His life was just inside the house, waiting for his mother to come home and eat.
He was never allowed to hunt and accompany his mother. His mother always told him that Sumi should not leave the house when the sun shines on the world.
However, once Sumi stays out of the house, he who is obedient sometimes becomes a little dissident. And he must admit, day life makes him addicted.
The longer Sumi looked at the wall, the more her eyes felt heavy. He fell asleep with the questions he brought to his subconscious.
***
The sound of water outside sounded like soothing music. Sumi woke up with eyes still heavy because of drowsiness that is still attacking.
The girl raised her body slowly, and rubbed her eyes. He breathed in the fresh air coming in from between the woven holes.
"Mommy must be gone" he said. Sumi got up and stepped into the kitchen limping with imperfect legs.
After washing his face in a simple bathroom there was only a pitcher filled with water without toiletries, Sumi turned her body and went back to looking for food in her rundown kitchen full of cobwebs and rice fields without a fireplace.
The young brown-eyed girl opened the lid of a container made of clay, sitting on a mossy, moldy wooden table on several sides.
The smell of the carcass instantly burst forth. Sumi looked lazy at the food she used to eat with her mother.
A lump of blackish green meat with a very thick carcass aroma that does not make Sumi nauseous at all.
He was bored and refused to eat it. For some reason, he felt that what he ate was not in accordance with his wishes.
He preferred to eat forest fruits that he took secretly while his mother was away.
However, when he ate meat, his body felt full of energy. Fresh meat of course, because if not fresh meat, Sumi does not like the taste. Besides the smell, the sweet taste and fishy aroma were no longer present. Turned into a bitter and less delicious taste.
Sumi moved her head to a different place, where an unclosed container was shrouded in quite a lot of flies.
Just as the white hand was about to grab her, suddenly a faint sound was heard in the distance.
"Please .. please ...,"
Sumi sculpting. This time he heard a voice for help. He pulled back his hand and sharpened his sense of hearing.
Without wasting time, the girl opened the back door of her house and ignored her mother's words that forbade her to go out when the day was still bright.
The girl ran staggeringly looking for the origin of the sound. He suddenly stopped his steps when ...
