Second Eye

Mystery of the Crying Voice

After breakfast, Azzam took me to the beauty salon. He said I had to take care, so it still looks fresh when my father and mother come to see me.

Not to be ashamed, if it is considered unable to take care of me here. When I was away from our family.

"No idea, if I need to refresh my mind. Pretty good massage," I said when the treatment started from creambath first.

"Yes, he said sehati. It must be what you feel, can connect directly to the mind," pointed Azzam brother in his head, while sitting still and leaning to see me relax for a moment.

"You can answer," said the brother who had taken me by mouth, laughing.

I enjoyed this massage, until suddenly the sound of crying came out from the right corner. And I just wanted to ask the same Azzam, it turns out he was asleep on the sofa waiting for the salon that has been provided.

" Sir, is there anyone crying?" I asked the brother who was pinching my head.

"No" he said, beginning to get nervous.

"Big brother why?"

"Eh, it's nothing."

I felt like something was covered by this woman.

"Hic... Hick... Hiiiikk....."

It starts to sound louder. Like it was so close to my ear just now.

"Eh, why the ring, Dek? Sorry, so get this cheek hair cream."

"Aren't you sure you didn't hear the sound of crying? His voice was heartbreaking, like he was in trouble," I said still looking for the source, regardless of the salon's brother cleaning the cream from my face.

"Aren't you afraid to hear that? It's still daytime, too, so the cook has his voice come up again?" askalanya.

"God is ordinary. But I think it's a pity, where is he about?"

"Eh, even sought. We will if the right again hear, it feels like running away," he replied while shuddering in horror.

"Meanwhile, you've heard that too?"

"Sstt.... Don't loud. Later who has a salon can be angry, if we have someone to tell it to customers," he said afraid while looking for the whereabouts of his boss.

"Okay, we whisper. Have you heard of it too?"

"Yes, and the direction of his voice from the pile of things that just came two days ago," he pointed to a few boxes arranged on the right, the corner of the room.

The voice still sounds very clear. Indeed, if heard more clearly, such as coming from one of the boxes neatly arranged there.

" What does it mean? "

" If my friend says order, it's just a hair wig. But how can that be, even though all this time there has never been a strange incident you here."

"Have you checked it?" ask again, while enjoying the massage in the head.

"Once again, yesterday it was just opened. After the night before, many of us complained about crying from inside the box. But the contents are indeed true, according to order," he replied while pointing with only his chin.

"Hi, Aish. It's delicious as if it were done!" the voice of someone who came from behind us, broke the chatter about the oddity in this salon.

"Eh, Nasha. Same who?" I asked, when I saw the one who called earlier was one of my classmates at the college.

"The same husband. Uhuh!" point it at a man sitting next to Azzam's brother, reading a newspaper.

"Oh, is that your future husband? When's marriage?"

"This is just going to be applied first. The plan is tomorrow afternoon. It just so happens that we meet here, so I take you to my house tomorrow afternoon. Can you?"

"If you don't meet here, don't invite dong?" gurauku.

"Actually the show is just a big family. Because it's still a proposal, not a wedding."

"Yes cook me come at your family's event? It's not good!"

"It's okay. Take Yumna is okay too. Let us be closer," said Nasha berharal I agree to his invitation.

"Okayah, God willing. I'll try. Send me your address later."

"OK, done! Oh yeah, I'd like to see the salon owner first. Want to talk about makeup for tomorrow's show," she said, staying away from me.

"Well, so want to join the massage. Next time, brother. Aish, have fun too!" he said before going into the room of the owner of this salon, with a little rush.

"Sister, can you continue the story?"

"Other times, Deck. Horrified if reported, because only last night changed me who was done."

"Who's playing the same?"

"The same cry."

"Oh yeah? How's story?" I just want to get more curious.

"Oh, say it next time. Still fond of his face," said the salon's sister increasingly shudder.

"Pliis.... Tell yeah. Let's not be curious until we get home. Go, Brother!" I said half forcefully.

"Night, I heard the sound of crying. After before, only my friends heard it, but I didn't listen. Well, because it seems like I'm the only one who doesn't believe, so even given to see his form as well. Ihh.... Horrified."

"What-like?"

"Young woman, yes probably still your age. He's in front of the salon, just as I'm closing it. Kirain was just a fellow hitchhiking, because it just happened to be raining again last night."

"Trus?"

"Hair was long black, until his face closed from the side. Uh, when I asked, he looked, and he saw his throat being sliced to the blood. Ihh..., "the story while being afraid of yourself.

" Istighfar, Brother. After you see, just believe? "

" No longer believe, but don't want to talk about him anymore. Because there is trauma. "

" Hopefully it will be revealed soon, what does he mean to disturb this salon."

"Aamiinu. Dah's done, Deck. Kramas yuk!" take her to the hair wash, which decides our story in the meantime. But I promise, I'll be here again next time.

****

"Daddy, Yumna!" I shouted as I arrived at the hospital parking lot, still with Azzam's confused brother looking for a place to park the vehicle.

"Yes, have you arrived?" the question is just getting out of the car, while Rey still seems busy calling someone while opening the door for her lover.

"Sorry, Brother. I used to be Samperin Yumna. You haven't been looking for a parking spot for long?" my many.

"Oh, yes. You better come down and approach him. Talk to Yumna, she seems to be upset again" said Azzam exactly as I thought.

"okay!" answer's short.

I left Brother Azzam, to approach Yumna who looked very sad.

"Where were you being invited?" I embrace him, trying to give him strength.

I would love to tell you more about my experience today. But, it seemed like Yumna's face was being displeased at the moment. So I paused that intention for a while.

" I went for a walk" he answered briefly, still with his somber look, as he continued walking.

"Yumna, what's wrong with you? Is there something you're thinking?" I stopped our steps, staring into his eyes.

"Tempo day, I've planned to go home next week. Apparently, Rey just opened a poet. I can't bear to say it, to ask for my cut while Raisha's sister is still traumatized."

"Oh yeah, sorry I just remembered. I'll ask Rey later."

"Don't. Let it be, if indeed I still needed to work when the holidays arrived. For the safety of others too, before it's too late."

"Oh. All right then. Let's find another way, maybe there's a solution to both of the problems you're facing."

We walked back to Raisha's room. Rey and Azzam's brother, however, have not been seen out of the parking lot.

"Assalamu'alaikum," I said hello to everyone, after opening Raisha's ward.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Uh, there's good news. I can go home soon. So we can work again next week" said Raisha as she welcomed us.

"Alhamdulillah. But is Raisha sure that it's okay to get back to work?"

"Remain, now you are healthy. After all, I also want to keep an eye on Tissa. Is it true he has something to do with strange happenings in the pujasera. And if she's the one, does she know my husband?"