Second Eye

Strange Occurrences In Salons

"What really?" I was a little surprised to hear it.

"Yes, I saw there was a murder to a woman. And Nasha's future husband did it. He slit the woman's throat, then snatched the things in her house."

"Astaghfirullah's. Uh, I remember. In the salon I went to yesterday, there was also the sound of an invisible woman crying. But I don't see it."

"Trus what does it have to do, how can you remember that?"

"Soally, there are salon employees who have seen his figure. Woman, with a scar on her neck."

"Hehhh.... How tragic can it be? Pity them" said Yumna.

"Yes, and I plan to go back to that salon. To find the cause of his terror. His voice began to terrorize all the salon residents. And strangely enough, the sound was like it came from the fake hair they just ordered earlier."

"Couldn't you? Ummm.... What if before we go to Nasha's proposal, we go to the salon first. Make up, all the same to find out what happened there," Yumna suggested.

"Okay, that could be. Yes, let's get it all done, and then go to bed to concentrate on campus tomorrow," ask me.

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"Are you ready for Nasha's proposal?" yumna asked knocking on my bedroom door, as the sun was about to drown its rays.

"Yes, this is official dress. Well, you fit also turned out to wear a typical shirt from my country."

Mother sent me some sheets of regional cloth some time ago. So Yumna and I have the same dress for the night proposal at Nasha's house.

"thank you. Very good motive, I like," praised Yumna on the work of the nation's children from my birthplace.

"Thank God you like it. Oh yeah, we go to the salon first, right? Mumpung is still afternoon too," I asked before stepping forward.

"Yes, this is me calling a taxi. Once we go out alone, yes, without being followed by the men who always follow us."

' Tiiin...... '

The sound of a car was heard from the front of the house. Made me and Yumna hurry to see it.

"Yes, really the taxi" Yumna said.

"Come on!"

Without waiting for long, we both headed for the salon, as planned.

During the trip, I told you again about the terror that makes the employees fret. Until it was not felt, we had arrived in front of the building.

"Thank you, sir!" yumna said after paying for the taxi that drove straight away, after nodding and smiling kindly at us.

"Let's just go in, almost magrib too!" take me.

"Ugh.... Smells rancid!" yumna said, closing our noses as we got closer to the door of this salon.

"Yes. But I haven't seen her figure around here yet" I said in response.

We continued to step in, although it stung the smell of blood in it.

"Eh, you were yesterday, right?" ask one of the employees who served me before.

"Yes, Brother. I'm just like my friend wants to dance, make a proposal tonight. But before, we asked permission to pray for a while. Because up to here has been reverberating Adhan," I said explaining.

"Oh, okay. Let me take you."

To the left of the room to serve customers, there is a small room. It is usually used to perform the prayers of the employees.

Yumna and I performed compulsory worship in the evening. Alternate with the employees, who are also still waiting for some other customers in the service room.

"Thank you, brother. Sorry to bother you!" I said to the employee who let me.

"Yes, equally. Let me make up on that chair," she asked.

I followed his steps, which turned out to be heading towards the seat where I was sitting earlier. While Yumna occupied the seat to my right, close to where the fake hair was stacked between the boxes.

"Is there still terror, brother?" ask me to start a conversation.

I saw a nervous feeling when I started talking about it.

"Is there a salon owner in the room?" ask again.

"No, ma'am the boss is making up at your friend Nasha's proposal."

"Oh, why is my sister uncomfortable so I asked about the terror salon?"

"Every night....."

Only then did the sister want to tell me, the boxes to the right of Yumna began to tremble irregularly. Making the employees nearby, immediately away with trembling fear.

"What's that fake hair box you mean?" ask Yumna to me.

"Yes, can you not see the past events of that hair? Sis, can you ask permission to open the box?" ask the employees who turned out to have gathered, holding each other.

"Bo.can...open it. Sorry, I dare not open it. But I am in charge of the order" said one of the other employees who approached me and Yumna, showing a hand as a sign of encouragement.

"Roof... What else is this? Tired if you have to keep tense at work," said another employee who hid behind his friend's clothes.

'Gluukk... Gludukk....'

The sound of objects moving more and more strongly from the pile of cardboard. But all the employees, instead, backed off and only dared to look at it with faces of fear all.

" I'll get you, so you can gather energy to see the events of his past," I said telling Yumna to remain sitting still, while starting to concentrate her mind.

There's some cardboard piles here. When I palpated, there was hot air from one of the boxes.

" Maybe this one," I said, handing it over to Yumna.

" Aaauuuww.., "saw Yumna when she first touched it, but continued to focus on mystery.

I sat back in my chair again. Waiting for Yumna who is still the focus of communication, by seeing firsthand what has previously happened.

" Athaghfirullah, huueekkk..," said Yumna began to nausea after just opening her eyes.

"Why?"

Me and the other employees were getting curious to see Yumna. But it seemed like he still had to calm down, before telling a story. Because tears started to roll in her eyes.

"Drink first, Istighfar until you calm down first. What story did you just see?" my guide.

"Sadistically, it is sadistic for Nasha's future husband" she replied after drinking mineral water, and reading Istighfar several times.

"Ja... So then... Is that the same thing?"

"Yes, and this is the hair he sold after slitting the girl's throat."

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim," we said together.

According to Yumna's story, she saw that Nasha's future husband came to a luxury apartment. He pretends to deliver the order, which goes wrong with a friend.

When the girl explained that it was not her order, Nasha's future husband forcibly entered along with his partner who kept an eye on the situation.

The girl made a revolt, and kept trying to scream. So Nasha's husband-to-be slit her throat straight away, until blood came out everywhere. And instantly make Yumna dizzy and nauseous instantly.

"I'm not strong, seeing the continuation of it. It was very sad to see his condition. But I saw that Nasha's future husband's friend cut the girl's hair. For sale so good according to him."

"Well, it's rude of people!" one of the employees who listened.

Fortunately, the salon is still not many customers, because the day is also just stepping in the afternoon. So this incident can still be a secret, between the employees and a few customers.

'Tuliliit..... Tuliliit.....'

The voice of the brother's device in charge of this fake hair order began to ring loudly. After he picked it up, there was a look of restless face. Until the phone was closed, all eyes were still on him.

"Mom boss, ask to bring a fake hair there. For the makeup on Nasha's proposal," she explained.