Second Eye

The Arrest of Mr. Malik's Family

The two girls started to be tied up like that. While the two burly men were asked to come out, maintaining the conditions around this house.

"Break all those dolls. So we can help fight the creatures they adore. Before they woke him up as the midnight clock clink rang," whispered the figure who had just stepped out from inside the doll, already standing behind me.

"How is it? Why don't you do it yourself?" I asked in my heart, so that no one would hear it, except Yumna who was still looking at me, with a look like she understood our conversation.

"Can't, because I can be locked up again in her doll. Only a human like you can do it, please think about how. You can do it" said this figure.

I realized that the duct tape in my mouth was a little open. Until I started to make noises.

It happened, after I tried to salivate a lot to make the glue not too strong stick around my mouth. A little slobber when imagined, but I don't care, which is important about safety.

Then I moved the skin of the face, until finally a gap appeared for me to speak. Even though the mouth is not fully open.

"Heeeehhhhhh..," I exhaled a long breath, then tried to relax the hand I had stretched out when I started to be tied up Malik's mom earlier.

Focus on continuing to twist the wrist, until it starts to feel loose. Still while being careful, I also loose leg ties. Also duct tape that is still stuck in my mouth, although it was not too tightly exposed to my saliva earlier.

"Alhamdulillah," I said in my heart after starting to be free without their knowledge.

With a basmalah reading, I take my wand again. Swinging to the back head of the still-concentrated Mr. Malik, in front of their shrine. Until he started unconscious.

"Ma...," just now the biological child sitting next to her was reacting, I shut her mouth quickly.

A little threatening to kill me too, even though there is actually no courage to hurt humans if not forced. And I hope Mr. Malik still survives, just fainted.

"Be quiet, if I don't want to hurt you, too. And don't say much, if you don't want to do any harm," I said, tying the girl's hand with my former hand.

With a roll of duct tape still lying around this place, change me to shut his mouth.

I let go of Yumna, Martha, and the two girls before the clock rings.

" But all the doll heads. Before midnight" I said looking at the wall clock, which showed that no more than five minutes had left, the ritual began tonight.

All moved quickly, continuously breaking the heads of the puppets lined up on the table. I heard the voice of someone who was almost forgotten. If he carries a dangerous weapon.

'Doooo.....'

A loud gunshot filled the room. With a gun pointed at my chest. But I don't feel any pain at all. Because it turns out that there was someone who had gone before, blocking the bullet that was meant for me earlier.

"ANJANIIII...," cried we who had just realized.

A body figure lay, with blood pouring profusely from his right chest. Makes us run immediately, approaching Anjani's body.

"LACK OF TEACHING!" he shouted again, swinging his gun back at me again.

'Dooooorr.......'

The next shot was fired. But this time it missed, because a child had already hit him first. With hands and mouth still tightly bound.

The gun he was carrying was thrown far away, into the pile of dolls that we had broken his neck. Quickly, Yumna immediately picked it up.

"When, what are you doing?" asked Malik who fell down, while opening the duct tape in the mouth of the child who was still overriding his body.

"Mom, enough. I'm tired of seeing this family's rot. Until you're willing to shoot your own son, who's given his life for your wealth."

"When you dare to talk like that? He was just an adopted son. What do you care about him?"

"While he's not your real son, that doesn't mean you're free to do anything to him."

"Why did you defend him?"

'The 'teng.... Teng.... Teng....'

The clock showed me right at midnight. Makes us directly focus on the place of worship.

" The head of the car! " pointing Martha was in disbelief, as it shook violently.

"We pray together" I said.

The place with the ritual equipment began to show there was smoke rising high. It was a cold wind that hit all our bodies.

"What's that?" guman Nabila who turned out to know nothing, when the smoke turned into a black figure, fanged, with eyes glaring a sharp red.

"Keep praying!" remember me again.

"Bismilbornohmanirohim..," I started the prayer tonight.

From the recitation of the verse of the chair, to the verses I memorized from the scriptures. Continue to ask God for help, the Master of the Universe.

"Keroyok him!" exclaimed one of the victims who sprung up, after the breakup of all the dolls.

The wind is getting stronger. Accompanied by a heavy voice, I heard a mistake, which no longer saw its form. Closed by the figures of the victims he had locked up.

The longer, they fused into gray smoke. Blending back in on the buffalo head statue. Then it disappeared, like nothing happened.

"Bring the statue, then burn it to the ground. Don't let anyone find it, because it can be reused as a disaster."

A voice like my grandmother's was heard in my ears. When everything is finished.

"Lift your hand" said someone from the door of the room.

The police have started to arrive. They've already handcuffed three burly men. Enter into the shrine, according to their previous instructions. Then continued to hold the Nabila family.

"Aish, are you okay?" azzam asked immediately to hug me, after emerging from behind the police.

Yumna handed over the gun she was carrying, as evidence. Martha and Anjani, also directly handled medics who had been called Azzam's sister as well. Including Mr. Malik who is still unconscious.

"Please come to the police station, to be a witness tomorrow morning. And thank you so much, for contacting us."

"We also thank you, for being helped here" Azzam replied, shaking hands with the police who helped us.

"Then, please rest first. We will evacuate this place" replied the senior police officer, who turned out to be Nuri's cousin.

"Yes, let's go home. Clean up, keep taking a break for tomorrow's testimony, "suggest Miss Nuri.

"Yes, uh sorry. Sir, when I'm done, this buffalo head sculpture will burn. So that there will be no more casualties" I told Nuri's cousin again.

"Yes, while still evidence. Later if it is not used, I will hand it over directly. I'm in charge of keeping it later" he promised.

"All right, we'll excuse you. Once again thank you very much" I said stepping out of this house, with my friends and Miss Nuri.

" Why did it come when it was almost over?" ask me after we get to the front of Miss Nuri's house.

"Sorry, I just read your message. I didn't know you were going there."

"Well, the two girls didn't go to Nuri's house? To seek help here?" I asked to remember the explanation of the girl who is now still handled by the police, as a witness as well as a survivor of the pesugihan crash.

"Indeed, he went to Nuri's house, but I was cool with the burly man on the mango tree. So I told you we didn't interfere in his business. I thought they were just seductive women" said Ncus just appeared in front of us.

"NCUUUSSSS..," I said with Yumna.