Second Eye

The Jasmine Room

After class today, we all headed to Melati's house in Rey's car. The plan will take care of the items that need to be brought to his new home, which is located near the campus and cafe. Yumna said she had found a place to live that might be more comfortable, because it was far from the neighbors who had already criticized the Melati family.

"Such a rental house?" I asked Yumna who was sitting next to the driver, as well as the car owner.

"Yesterday Rey asked the workers who are renovating enlarge the cafe, and are natives around here. Apparently one of the workers said that his friend wanted to move to the village. So his house near the same cafe was already intent on selling."

"That's not a lease?" my many.

"Rey paid for it. So Melati can calmly occupy her house later. But before, we first clean up your stuff at home, in preparation for the transfer next week," explained Yumna again.

"Thank you very much. I will pay the rent for the house I will occupy, with my salary later," replied Melati lowered her head.

"Don't think about it. You can do it without having to pay" Rey replied from behind the wheel.

"But, Rey!"

"Take the house as a worker's mess. No, no need to talk about it anymore. We'll get the things in your house that are important first!" yumna said cut.

Fifteen minutes later, we're in Melati's yard. Just as we set foot, the sneers of the neighbors began to be heard again. Plus their cynical gazes were like wanting to pounce on Melati.

" Let it go, keep it straight into the house without listening to them," I said leading Melati to get excited again.

Arriving inside the house, Melati invited us into the room to help bring her goods later. For some reason, this room feels dark and stuffy. Maybe because he was only home when the afternoon began to come. Make the windows rarely open as air circulation.

" Jasmine, my window is open. Let's just get you to put the stuff in, "my permission is with the owner of this house.

"'Yes, just open it. Thank you, sorry to bother you," said Melati still sorting out the items that need to be brought today.

Just now that this window door I was holding with my left hand, suddenly there was something passing around us.

'Beeett....'

I immediately looked at Yumna, who might as well feel it.

"Why, Key?" yumna asked back to look at me.

"Did you see it?

" Yes, but what was that? The atmosphere is humid here. So make a creature that's so hot to live here."

" What creature? " asked Melati directly turned to us.

" Oh, insect Yumna meant earlier," I said so that Melati would not be afraid before moving out of this house.

" What do you mean, ghost wrap? " asked Melati who made me and Yumna look at each other again.

" Why did you say that?" my many.

"I've seen him too. Huhuhu.... Don't you calm down yet?"

Melati immediately closed her face while crouching and crying. Yumna and I lifted him up to sit on this not-so-wide bed.

"Delati, sorry. I'm sorry to remind you of your mother" said I crouched down in front of her, who was sitting stroking Melati's shoulder.

"Nothing, but it's true. I myself have seen him, who stands on this bed. The wrapping ghost looks like a mother, but it's paler and looks sad."

"Shhhhh... Sshhh.., you should drink first," said Yumna handed a small bottle of mineral water from her backpack.

"Why?" asked Azzam followed Rey, already looking from outside this room.

"There's nothing. You guys go ahead and wait for Melati to clear things up. Grandma next door have you told me you're moving next week?" ask Yumna.

"Oh, yes, I have. You wait for grandma first. Help pack things," I suggested.

"Ready!"

We went back three more in this room. I haven't opened the window yet either. Make this room still dark even though the sun out there has shone from earlier.

"Yes, let's go again. Let's help you get your stuff done!" take me.

I opened the window again, to give more light in this room. Melati tidied up the clothes in the closet, while Yumna and I were busy putting her books and college tools in the large cardboard boxes we had brought.

One by one, the books began to move. But something fell from the bottom of the pile of books.

"Dark....?" I picked up a ring and a thin gold bracelet lying on the ground floor.

"What is that, Aish?" jasmine asked, looking straight at us.

"I don't know either. This was in your thick book, "I'm clearly showing you the book.

"Is it possible, this is the jewelry you took?" murmured Melati while thinking to himself.

"This isn't your mother's?"

My question was answered only with a head. Then Melati received it, and continued to observe the two objects that were in her hands.

"Is this the only jewelry that cost my mother's life?"

Melati still turned the yellow thing.

"Is there something you're hiding somewhere else? You see, residents said, Mr. Jamal lost all his jewelry. Including the legacy of his ancestors."

"We look elsewhere first, while cleaning up. How's it?" my proposal.

All undertake. The goods began to be removed from the previous place, then transferred to the boxes that had piled up partially.

"Did anyone find any more jewelry?" ask Melati.

"No, it seems like that's all. Almost all the stuff we've checked out of this room" replied Yumna.

"We should ask Jamal first, is this really his? And is there anything else that hasn't been found?" my proposal.

"agree! Come on!" bring Yumna.

"But I'm scared!" Jasmine could only grasp the metal with trembling hands.

"Come, we'll go there!" embrace me on his shoulders.

The three of us walked together. Accompany Melati in the middle, to continue supporting her. Though the sound of scorn is still heard in the ears.

"Aish, where are you going?" asked Azzam from the front of Grandma's house.

"To Jamal's house!" yell answer.

Azzam's sister was silent, but the neighbor's gaze grew increasingly gripping. Their whispers are becoming clearer as well.

Many neighbors immediately suspected that Melati would admit to all the theft her mother had ever committed. Even worse, some say that Melati conspired with her mother.

"Let them talk even if they don't know the truth. You just have to be patient enough to deal with it," I said stroking Melati's shoulder which was just silent and nodded in understanding.

After several houses passed, we finally arrived in front of Mr. Jamal's house, to ask about this precious metal.