SPIRIT AND DEATH

DEATH (Part 1)

I woke up early, then I prepared breakfast for Mom and cleaned up the house. Mr. Antok arrived early today as well. "Non's cleaning?"

"Yes sir."

"Are we going to Mbah Anwar again Non?" said Mr. Antok while whispering.

"So dong sir, a minute yes .... "

"Yes Non, I also want a car manasin ya Non."

"Yes sir."

"Ooo yes Non, how was last night?"

"Safe, everything is fine sir and we can rest in peace" I said with a big smile.

"Thank God Non, just don't let go of the necklace! "

"Yes sir." I said, nodding my head.

It's all done sir, I say goodbye to Mom first huh. Mr. Antok directly get into the car, sir, let's hurry! I went into my room and asked Mom for permission to go outside and she didn't have a problem.

We started to leave the house, while on the way I felt less calm, my body felt cold as if it was in contact with something I could not see but I could feel it. In silence, I try to think positively.

Starting to get into the hallway of Mbah Anwar's house, we saw many people come jostling. What do we think is going on? But on the left and right of the road are yellow flags.

"Sir Antok, why did I suddenly feel bad, sir?"

"I'm also Non, what's wrong?" suhut Pak Antok with a stiff face and looks panicked.

We entered the house of Mbah Anwar, in the living room looks Mbah Anwar has been stretched stiff.

My body immediately felt weak, disbelief and sadness enveloped me as well as Mr. Antok. I saw Mr. Antok crying very sad, I felt broken charcoal, nothing else could help me and save my mother.

I have not received any leads.I tried to ventured and approached Mbah Anwar's corpse, I stroked his head.

"Bah, Mbah ... Why leave me in this state? Where should I complain?" I said while crying.

"Non ..." said Mr. Antok while holding my shoulder. "Non, be patient Non. I promise to help Non Sarah as much as I can Non." said Mr. Antok. Then my cry broke even more to hear her sayings.

We went home with a sad heart. Once again, I felt something was touching me but the energy was different from when I was near other astral beings.

We arrived home, Mr. Antok decided to return to Mbah Anwar's house to help the Mbah's affairs at the funeral.

I went into the house, in the living room there was a mother who was sitting relaxed while watching TV, Mom looked happy like she had won the lottery.

"Mom, are you okay?" ask me lovingly

"Yes, son, but why do you look sad?" mother asked while looking at my face carefully.

"No ma'am, I'm fine. Can I go to my room?"

"Of course sarah. "

I went back to my room, my tears began to drip back. I am confused what to do and how?

Long enough to think, I felt so sleepy. I put my head and body in bed. This time I was very sleepy and wanted to sleep long and long.

Braaaack

I lowered my head to pick up the lamp and I saw that there was a foot in front of me swaying like a person enjoying the atmosphere, but I realized very well that in this room I was alone.

I started to feel something strange on my body, my hair was standing on end and my body was goosebumps. I decided to get out of my room and see Mom.

"Mom, can I rest near you?"

"May son of course .." answered Mom and Mom's hand held my hair and stroked it slowly. "Over these few days we've always taken care of Mom, slept and rested."

I see Mom very happy at the moment, even Mom also writes poetry while watching TV. "What is this poem for Mom's father?" manya curious.

"Not really, it's a poem for people who have been lost. "

"Lost ?"

"Yes, gone ... vanished ...." With Mother's tone sounding flat, it seemed like she was keeping something from me.

I read the poem slowly, like a picture of a life of happiness that is not in line with expectations, in which it feels like a lot of sacrifice and pain because of love.

I saw Mom writing such a poem. I just looked at Mom's handwriting as it tilted upright as it continued.

"Mom, is this how Mom writes?"

"Yes Nak .. from the beginning it was like this, from a little mother. Why Sarah? Ugly huh?"

"Mommy's writing is unique" I said trying to praise Mom.

"Thank you son .... " We closed the conversation with a smile.

We passed the day with great joy. Mom was more open and started talking about a lot of things not just about Dad.

"Mom, I miss Daddy Mom, I just want to go to Dad's office. "

"Yes Sarah, go son .... "

I went to Dad's office and sat in the chair where Dad used to work. I reopened my closet at the bottom of my dad's desk. There was a pink map, it stole my attention and I opened it slowly, it seemed like something precious to Dad.

I opened the first page, it was written like a love letter. Father's love letter to Mom, but a lot of scribbles, it looks like this is a love letter that failed to send. "Ha ha ha ha .... " My laugh is a little big.

Next to him, there's a love letter like it's from Mom. I prank to open it and read it slowly, but something was troubling my mind.

The writing, Mother's writing in this letter is straight, round, and neat, much different from the writing I just saw when Mom made the poem just now. Curious, I opened every letter that Mom sent to Dad. As a result, all the writing is upright, round and neat.

I was a little surprised, how could something like this happen? A person's handwriting can't change. Suddenly Mom walked into Dad's study, she looked at me with a cold look.

Then she took me to her room. Mom told me to sleep next to her, Mom talked more and told more stories, but this time somehow my heart felt anxious? I was confused by what I just saw.

Sarah, it's just writing. I tried to calm my heart and mind. I try to appreciate your every word and joke. Once again I told you that I love you very much. Dad is the only reason you have to live to this day.

Mom always said that you could do anything to get your love. According to Mom, you are the first one to fall in love with Dad but if I pay attention and remember the letter you sent to you, it seems like you are crazy about Mom.

My eyes were on Mom, I listened to Mom's story, I smiled, I laughed as Mom laughed but my heart wondered and said to itself, am I that stupid? Or is the situation wrong? I don't get it.

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