Satan, Holy, Human

Chapter 4: His Head is Down

UNDER the sky that is still raining until dawn tomorrow (because this type is famous

as a long-lasting rain), on the pavement whose tiles are still

lost, I walked home without an umbrella. Saw

left-right alert, looking closely at every passing vehicle, staring

careful of anything that can make me wretched. I don't know which motor

ugal-ugalan, thugs who force ask for rations, maybe even a stalker? Ready to threaten with a knife asking for valuables.

Nope, no. Forgetit. Forget that! It's all hallucinations.

Nothing happened. There's only me on this road, and people

no one wants to hurt me. I hope.

“Shhuuu!” my breath is still being pulled with the help of breathing apparatus. There's a reason

why am I walking the streets, even with all the technology that has been

develop this.  Like Faisal said, my gym

futsal was pretty remote. Time it takes to walk to the highway

mainly more than 30 minutes. Therefore, the choice to use a taxi and

public transport was cut off temporarily because I didn't want to bother walking down the street

main highway.

The next option is an online motorcycle taxi, right? With that cell phone

working, going home is not a problem. Except, the rain problem

this heavy pouring. I spent almost an hour staring at people

the driver who canceled my order.

“What is the reason? Why is everyone rejecting me like this? Why is everything

leave me like this? Wh why? Wh why? Wh why? Why?” I am frustrated and

depression, until finally my phone died, made one choice to go home

crossed again.

There was no choice, I had to go to the main road and cancel

scribbles on taxis or public transportation earlier. As a result, I forced myself to

walk in heavy rain, on a dark night, without an umbrella, without

anyone who can help and extend a hand. Actually, as long as I

walking down this street, I glanced left-right in search of the base ojek.

It's just that, with a heavy heart I have to cross again this option because there is no

bases I could find.

After a long time, I finally arrived at the edge

main road. Exhausted and feeling uneasy, I plan to go home with

safe and comfortable. So, I just call a taxi as one of two options

what remains. It's just that, because of my soaked stature, there's none

the drivers were kind enough to let me in their cars.

Until in the end the choice is only one, public transport is forced

i use. In fact, even with a trip that still has a lot

this and that. Like a car waiting for passengers, taking

a swirling path, until the drivers forced me to drop me in

on the way (because of the reason they also want to go home). Change of public transport

it even kept happening many times, until I really had to walk

use both feet only.

Finally, after a long journey, a very large archway

I know it can be seen too. The gate is worn color and the paint is peeled off,

on it there are illustrations of houses and grass, to a writing that

it was so clear in the middle (because there was a small lamp at the very top

to facilitate lighting and reading).

The writing represents the name of the complex that is in one scope

similarly, a medioker housing complex named ‘Pondok Asri’. Complex

the housing where my house (my father's real house) is located, the destination

my final destination is.

But, before I could actually enter through that archway,

the portal that was only closed at midnight was passed casually by a

the black car was running slowly, even stopping for a moment in the middle

the gate, made my path a little obstructed and blocked. Sounded I don't know

what, maybe it's talking pleasantries with the security guard who works at the

in a small post near the archway.

Seeing the opportunity, I planned to greet the security guard as well, following

social flow that occurs, while forcing yourself to try to give a sense of

quieter. Do you know? Does he know you live here? When

you interact with people here? “No harm, right?

J-Ja-Don't make things harder, dong!” I argue with the mind

who continue to attack.

And when I ended the debate started by myself, the security guard

with a big stature and dark black invisible even looking at me with

astonished gazes. I flinched, just lowered my head to cancel whatever I wanted

do it, while trying not to display any malicious intent. I looked away, though,

trying to walk home.

Luckily, the security guard chose to return to his small post.

Wait for. No. gabe. The security guard back out?

No No! Why are the guards chasing me? What the hell am I doing?

Help u! Help u! Why is it always me, anyway?

Walk fast and run through the ranks of shophouses, to houses

residents on the left-right, I tried to escape faster than the security guard raised

objects I don't know what, basically have a pointed and pointy tip, visible

endangers. This is why I don't want to go home. No

there is anything that can calm me down, my mind is protesting in annoyance. Wanted

hows it? Every day, I usually stay at a friend's house, in a friend's index, and,

in a shop with friends, you are never alone.

I have no choice!

I cannot and should not be alone.

After being relieved to see the guards who stopped chasing, I lost

breathing, tightness, and gasping begin to inhale the breathing apparatus once again

to continue the journey. However, the rest of this journey seems to be more

it was difficult because my tired body was like it was about to collapse. I also walk

staggering slowly run out of energy, always propping yourself up by holding on

a fence, or maybe a wall, or whatever in every citizen's house.

As usual, I tried to cheer myself up again by staring around.

With bright yellow orange street lights, visible stalls on the side

right with the porch lights on brightly, also seen one or two small children

play talk I don't know what. In front of me was a man with

his shorts walked closer to the stall earlier from the opposite direction while

staring wonder. Walk further, look gazebo in the middle of the park

occupied by a lot of teenagers smoking, talking, playing

something on their phone, playing the guitar, singing something, or quietly staring

the skies. One time, I saw them looking at me like they were judging ‘people

which fool rains at night?’.

I walked unmoved, making sure no malicious intent approached,

or anyone who tries to harm me and make me die (other than run out

oxygen or shortness of breath). I do live here. No. gabe. I moved

thither. But, even though it's been three years ago, I'm not really

stay right here. I don't really know if this medioker housing has

good society or not. Better to be over-wary than

sorry, right?

Finally, after walking straight from the gate, then turn

right at the end of the road, then left again at the next fork, I arrived

at the very end of the house, which people stay away from, the house in the corner that is not

desired

An actual two-story house is similar to a medioker complex house

in general, a brick house, a roof with clay, maybe ceramics, I don't know

I don't really know (important not glass), with enough windows

make good ventilation, up to a small garden in front of him.

Except, the grass started to creep, the lights were off, maybe even

bulb broke? I don't know if I have electricity or not. Walls

the dirty ones full of stain spots are never repainted, the floor is full of trash

never cleaned, always closed windows hide themselves

I don't want to be seen from the outside world. This house gives an aura that it does not

fun, even always called haunted house until the children he said

many away.

Luckily, this house remains sturdy and livable. Although it is dirty

and it's a mess because I only came back here four to five times

in one month. Wanna how? This place is just a stopover for me

sleep, if there are no other options available (as occurs when

these).

Though haunted and messy, I don't care. The cold taste

making me shiver forced me to stay inside this house, my house

by oneself. I started taking the keys out of my pants pocket, twisting the holes

lock until click, open the front door, show the appearance

the house I had left behind all this time.

“I go home,” I cry out to no one, but the darkness of the night

just. I couldn't see anything, except a small living room

getting light from the moonlight. Trying to warm myself, I

directly walk forward, trying to find the light switch at the end of the room

expeditiously.

Stepping steadily, I was the one who planned to reach the end of the room instead

surprised by the sighting of someone else passing by from the left side.

I don't know who, walking quietly after me, then lost at the end of the viewpoint

eye.

Surprised by the unexpected presence, I immediately panicked,

take a deep breath, trying to prepare for whatever is in the middle

wait around. Will I die here? Is this the time? Like the past?

But even my past in the woods still helps!

Would please? Help u! Daddy's? Daddy's! Don't leave me alone again!

Trying to protect myself, I retreated a little, trying to get away from

that sighting. Glancing around, looking quickly for anything that could

used as a weapon, before finally tripped by I don't know what. Suddenly,

without careful preparation, I was met again by the owner

apparitions.

My heart was broken, stopped beating for a while, panicked because

the angel of death is ready to pick me up. “Kkkk–kakhakha-khahahah,” my laugh later, as

the response once saw the sighting more clearly.

shadow.

I stood fixing myself, wiping my pants full of dust and

sweat, staring at the shadow on a mirror attached to my front wall,

the one showing myself getting wet is uncomfortable. With hair

messy too, with a miserable appearance.

“Kkkkk. Why lo? Wet it all over the body. Dirty anyway. Kayak people

who splashed into the pool of self-esteem that was washed away by the current,”, I said

the shadow in front. “Every month is given money, but the umbrella is not

have any? What the hell did it do? Kkkkkk!”

Then, I left an apparition that turned out to be just an upper hallucination

my mere shadow, instantly returned to the main purpose of searching for the switch.

In the next three steps, the end of the wall I finally found. Dark, I

also fumbling around, groping above the bottom, left and right, until finally

I also found a switch with three buttons with a high position

chief. Not too high, not too short. Suitable and easy to use,

suitable for light switches that are not connected to which bulb.

I press the switch, and then the light appears behind me.

It's for the living room, huh?

And when I pressed the other button, the lights on the front porch started

lit up dimly until finally practically dead. All right, here

enough, I thought I saw the lights. My hand moved away from the switch, and then I started

turn around to see the living room more clearly. But, what I

expect it? This living room only consisted of a mirror on my right side, then a nightstand

and a small wooden chair on the opposite side.

No furniture means, because it is not a house occupied

a family that works. Or didn't? This house is actually occupied by

more than one person? I'm not really alone here. At the end

the room, where some cockroaches were starting to look in disarray at the light, began

escape from the living room and go seek refuge in a more

dark and damp.

“Kkkk, dirty place. There are cockroaches and insects?” my protest

not to anyone. “Brrrr!” my teeth then realized this body was still

bedraggled.

I immediately turned back, trying to guess where else

the bathroom is. Moving into the arch of the wall, towards the dark corridor

with a little lighting from the living room. With your hands to the left,

I tried to follow every curve of the wall on the left side until the end

also on another switch in front of the room with the door

enclosed.

But, before I press this switch, it sounds like a fall.

A very clear voice, very close to the distance. I think the sound fell

this is to my right, which is still inside this dark corridor.

Before I even saw it, I felt this shadow fall

staring at. Merely, this falling sound did not directly slam in

tile top. Like getting stuck, like falling clumsily.

Feeling safe, I ventured to stare at the shadow on the side

rightist.

I'm just hallucinating, right? N-nothing, no-one's home

this, right?

In fact, I was wrong.

As soon as I press the four switch buttons, simultaneously four direct lights

lit up all, giving an answer to the late gaze of the fallen shadow

just now. And there, the shadow that turned out to be his position fell awkwardly

that was my own father.

“Ah. I came home, well,” cried with a calm breath, knowing that it was

just my acquaintance. Fiber-based acquaintances, whose initial colors

white, yet I paint in such a way as to follow the natives. Acquaintances and

this friend of mine is motionless, with a stiff body, not breathing, no

winking, even his hands and organs were taken off? Started to splatter again, huh?

I fixed my father's position again, along with his friends

it also falls behind him, forming a domino effect from the central space. No

like the living room, it is opposite to the living room, this middle room

consisting of two fairly comfortable sofas, the low table is quite wide in the middle,

and filled with my acquaintances who were waiting for my arrival.

They're like dad just now, they're fiber-based mannequins.

Originally all were white, some had paint but faded, dressed

there are also people who are not dressed at all. They can't

moving, his body stiff, not breathing, not blinking, his eyes not

it shows life, because it is not a living thing. Sometimes, some

their body parts were even detached. Some have fallen heads, some have

his body was just lying on the sofa. But they all filled my house, though,

always waiting for me to come home.

“I'm home!” again, without anyone answering.

IN THE WAKE OF

cleaning myself adequately from the bathroom next to the living room, I

look at the room with the same smile. A quiet smile, a smile

making my anxiety go away is not working.

Feeling hungry, I went straight to the refrigerator on one side

chamber. Open the door with hope, but must be immediately aware

the fact that this is an abandoned house. I don't have anything, though,

I don't have a hobby of cooking my own food.

Just let. It's not hunger that's too important either.

I can get through the night without any problems.

I closed the refrigerator door again, continued to go to one of the

sofa in the middle, to then chat with the silent mannequins

cold without soul. In fact, the number of these mannequins was only a dozen. I don't know

how much is the exact amount. Because there are missing parts, some are incomplete,

the exact number of whole mannequins can no longer be counted. But, what matters

is that amount is enough to make this middle space full, not yet

again if you count the ones in the closed room earlier.

“Ups, sorry sorry. Kkkkk!” my laughter after carelessly nudging the ocean

mannequins. One of them fell, his head rolled free on top

flooring. Luckily, I immediately caught the head, to prevent it

no further wandering without direction and purpose. Then I kept the head

it's on the low table as the interlocutor tonight, accompanying the heads

another one up here.

I sat on the sofa, accompanied by many bodies without

a stiff head, which I moved in such a way as to make the situation

as if we were embracing each other.

“This house is so dirty, huh? It was never cleaned, anyway. Precisely

I was horrified that all of a sudden I came home and everything was clean. Kkkkk!” my laugh

while casually leaning between the embrace of mannequins. Then I glanced at

around, looking for talking materials that I can discuss. “Where the hell is this

the dirt? Nobody lives here either, right?”

“Or it's dirty because it lives insects and animals I don't know what?”

“The house was abandoned, anyway. It belongs together.”

“Why do I have to be in the corner, anyway? So the source of insects and disease, the,

right!?”

“But, instead of wanting elsewhere too anyway. This is okay.”

“Support there is still water. Can shower, can clean-up.”

“What if I'm unlucky there's no water? Is it Atma, dong? Kkkkk!”

And after that, I kept raving non-stop, talking about anything

not to anyone. Just to yourself, trying to entertain

selves.

Until eventually I started to get tired, or maybe it was just an excuse because

no more talking material, I started standing up, put my feet up, go towards

the closed room earlier. Leaving the still unmoving mannequin, too

with their silent heads facing each other.

Staggering again, I opened the door of the room closed, to

find a room with dim light, and still display some

mannequins scattered here. At least, the main mattress that was inside

still visible, indicating that this remains a decent bedroom.

“Goodnight everyone!” I said to the mannequins standing

awkward, maybe also awkwardly asleep, who accompanied me to bed together.

“Good sleep!” I said once again.

While pulling the blanket, I slowly began to let the drowsiness go

rampant.

Even though I didn't realize it so much, there were tears that didn't

want me to explain further, I don't know where it came from, along with

the clock ticks very slowly.

“Good sleep everyone!” say again.

Gimlet.., ti-dur.

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There are many

mannequin at home?

Horror not yet?

Ahahaha!

Welcome

again, guys!

Rajib why

got a lot of mannequins in his house, huh?

Nothm

is this house hell?

Turns out

the ghost is this mannequin?

Btw …

See you next

time ;)

Every wait

week for the new chapter, yes!