Second Eye

Tragedy at Nasha's House

"What am I supposed to do about this?" ask the employee to worry.

"We'll take it there together. I and Yumna will accompany him" I said seeing Yumna, asking her for her approval.

"Yes, we'll finish it soon. So that there will be no further casualties or terror" said Yumna nodding at me.

"Baa... Alright. Then I'll get ready to go there. Prita and Angel, please dress them up quickly. So that not too long, the boss waited for my arrival. All while waiting for the taxi driver that I order later," orders the employee who seems most responsible, when the owner is not in place.

" ii.. Yes, Brother Dona. We'll make them quick! "

As instructed, the two employees immediately put on my makeup without waiting for long. I who was silent just dhikr, while waiting for the arrival of this salon order taxi.

'Tiinn...'

The sound of the car horn has been heard from outside, indicating that what we are waiting for has come.

"Right, her makeup had also just been stretched. Hopefully there are no problems there, and everything will be sorted out soon. So that there is no more terror crying in this salon, hiii.... Ngerriii..," said Brother Prita, who put my makeup on perfectly.

"Aamiin.." everyone answered.

"It's ready, let's go. But um..... Can I ask for no help?" ask brother Dona who wants to go with me and Yumna.

"Please, brother?" my many.

"I'll bring another fake hair, but for that one, please just hold it. How's it?" she was clumsy, but did not dare to bring her alone.

"Oh, no problem. I'll bring it."

I'll get the box that terrorized this salon. Meanwhile, sister Dona assisted Yumna to bring another box into the taxi we were riding.

"Jaga salon yes. Hopefully with me bring the box, there is no more terror in this salon," exclaimed Dona from behind the open car window, before being run by the driver.

"Ready, Brother. Hope so!"

The taxi started to run slowly. The terror box is still in my lap, sitting next to this taxi driver. Sometimes there's a sense of vibration, but it's not as hot as it was. Hopefully after it is revealed, the girl can calmly leave this world.

" Sir, is there a crying female voice?" ask the driver when we're on the road.

"Just ignore it, sir. No one was crying, maybe my HP voice used a ringtone similar to the sound of crying," said Yumna from the back seat reasoned, so that the driver did not ask anything.

"Oh that. Yes, if it is not lifted, but why use that voice? Make goosebumps his voice, because it's so heartbreaking crying."

"That's a special ringtone for people I don't like, sir. So if it sounds like that, then I don't have to lift it up."

Actually want to laugh I heard Yumna's confession. But rather than the longer the explanation, I would rather just shut up. Because the driver seems to have not asked anymore about the sound of crying, which actually came from inside this box.

" Turn left, sir! " said brother Dona suddenly, almost made my heart dislodged from his muscles.

"Yes, Non. Oh, who's on that show?"

"Yes, right. We're stopping. Stop, just here. Looks like if it's too deep it's hard to turn around."

"All right."

We all went down, carrying boxes that were already in each other's hands. Took him in, following the direction of the servant in charge of intercepting our arrival outside the event tent later.

"Mom, this from the salon has arrived!" said the maid, to the mistress of the owner of this house.

"Well, I'll pick it up for Nasha. So that she looks special on her application day," Nasha's mother said about to grab the boxes from the hands of the three of us.

"Let me choose for myself!" nasha is stiff, not like she I've known before.

He did not welcome me and Yumna here at all, as friends of his college. I suspect that there are other creatures in his body.

"I'm sorry, maybe this is the hair you mean!" show me opening it right in front of everyone.

He just nodded, and pointed to the back of his head. So that the salon owner who is next to it immediately pairs it.

"Oh, who is this? How can you help bring the salon stuff here?" ask the new salon owner to realize, while pairing the fake hair to Nasha's head.

"I'm a friend of the college."

"Aarrrghh.

"Son, what's wrong with you? Nak... Conscious!" nasha's mother shakes her daughter's shoulder.

"Sorry, can I hold Nasha's hand?" my door once again.

"Please allow it, so Nasha can be saved" Yumna said.

"What really happened?" ask Nasha's mother again.

"I will explain later, after the figure comes out of Nasha's body," I replied.

"What creature?"

"I'm sorry, I'm holding her hand, yes" I said again without waiting for an answer from her mother.

I read prayers that are still memorized outside my head. Confidently, ask the Creator for help.

I pulled from the thumb, up to the pinky. While continuing to recite prayers.

" Don't interfere!" nasha is still under the influence of that figure.

"Please let go of my friend's body. I'll try to uncover the truth about you!" sahutku change massage between the thumb and index finger Nasha.

"What do you know? Aaarrhhh.., release!" mutinous Nasha later.

"Sister was a good girl, until the fateful day came. When there was a robbery by two young men," I told him the outline of what happened to him.

"Hic.... Bad, he's evil!" nasha's cry was still unconscious as well.

"Sister was a good man. The proof is willing to serve the distress of two young people, who are being misdirected between goods. But it turns out that brother's kindness was misused," I said reminiscing about his past.

"The man is evil!" he still doesn't want to lose either.

"Please don't make it their crime, make your sister evil too."

"Let me be evil, provided they accept the consequences as well. Just like they did to me!" snapped at me.

Nasha's mother, who doesn't know anything, just cries in Yumna's arms. While the fairies and salon owners, hold each other.

" What's going on? " ask Nasha's father, it looks like he came in here because he heard our commotion.

I didn't mind them all, even though Nasha's father sounded more and more wrathful to me.

"Aaaaaaaarrggghhhh." cried Nasha still echoing through the room.

"Take my son off. Who're you?"

Nasha's father was about to approach me, but was immediately detained by his wife who seemed to begin to understand the situation that was happening here.

"Already, Pa. Let them help Nasha!" her mother cried while holding her husband's arm.

I was still concentrating, until it started to look like her figure. Young girl with a gaping wound on her neck.

"OUT!" my snapping forced him to pull as hard as he could.

"Hic... Hiccuped.... I can't calm down if that ruthless killer is still roaming free. I can't accept that my hair is sold to beautify others. I can't take it!"

The hysterically crying figure began to detach from Nasha's body, which started to go into a daze, and finally fainted in front of all of us.

Then all the focus was on Nasha, and no one cared anymore about the persecuted creature in front of all of us, except me and Yumna. Because only the two of us can see it.