Story of Mystery 2

Whisper Old Well

Alex sat down and enjoyed the coffee he had brewed himself that night. The house he currently occupies is an ancient model house that he just bought a few days ago, from an old man named Pak Karyo. The price is cheap for such a big house. The reason the seller, he was too old to take care of the house and the spacious yard. Although a little far from where he works, Alex immediately likes the beautiful atmosphere.

Blungs!

Alex's forehead is wrinkled. That sound again!? Surprised he, every night since he bought this house always sounds strange. I don't know where it came from. Yesterday night he tried to check, still not found anything suspicious.

Footsteps are heard from within. Alex looks. Bi Sumi apparently. The middle-aged woman who was seconded in her house approached her.

"Did you call me?" Ask.

"No Bi, why?" The reply.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir, when I slept like there was a voice calling."

Alex smiles. "Maybe aunt is dreaming. My wife and children have also been sleeping since this afternoon."

Bi Sumi was silent as if in disbelief.

"Here you go, go back to sleep." Said Alex.

The middle-aged woman nodded. Then turn inside.

Alex pensive. Never before had the maid behaved this strange, was it really what she said? Oh, why is his mind so different.

Sip coffee in a cup. Not long after, the young man got up. His eyes are tired. It's time he went to sleep.

Alex and the family go to the town market. Sunday is a good time for them to shop, many home needs that must be purchased. So much to buy, only by late afternoon they came home.

The journey from the city market to the house is less than half an hour. Not wanting to hurry, Alex drove the car casually.

"My stomach is hungry, Dad." Said his great son, Egit.

Alex looked at the watch in his hand, "Four Bun, how?" he asked for his wife's consideration.

"Good meatballs, wrap it up, eat it at home." Reply wife.

Husband nodded. He then turned the car when he saw a large meatball stall. Buy him five packs. Four for him, his wife and two children, one for Bi Sumi.

Arriving home, after turning off the engine of his car, at the help of his five-year-old son Zahid to get off. Aex really loves the bontot. He wants to carry the little guy on.

Not to mention entering the house, they heard a shocking scream.

A toloong!

He looked at his wife.

"Bi Sumi Yah!" His wife half shouted.

Alex dropped the little one down, and rushed into the house with the door unlocked. He ran towards the back. "Bi! Sumi Bi!" Call her.

"Yarose ..Master!" Sounded answers. His voice was like from far away. Alex was confused, until he finally found the source of the sound. From the well!

"Jeez Bi!" Shouted surprised. He saw that his maid was soaking wet at the bottom of the well. His two hands tightly held the rope.

"Defend Bi!"

His wife and two children were also shocked to see their maid trapped in the well. Alex asked his wife to call some neighbors to get her maid out of the well.

Pitying the middle-aged woman, her body shivered and looked pale. Alex asked her to dry and change clothes. His wife made a warm drink.

After changing clothes and drinking a warm drink, Alex asked the cause of the incident the maid could fall into the well. Because usually they never draw, but use a water machine.

"Some are calling, sir, I was looking for no one, one call I heard like from the well, I slipped, fell straight in, like something interesting."

Question marks encompass Alex's mind. He was beginning to get suspicious about the house. But while he was suspicious. Worried that his family would be scared.

"Here is Bi, next time be careful, yes" he said.

***

That night, two days after the incident splashed Bi Sumi into the well. Alex was sitting quietly in the front porch, a small table on top of which was a laptop. There was an office job he took. A coffee cup accompanies you on the other side of the table.

Blungs!

Eh!? That sound? Alex got up from his seat, wondering. Where did that sound come from?

The young man went into the house. Turn on the headlights that he originally turned off. There's nothing. His feet stepped into the living room, and continued towards the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen her feet stepped on the wet surface. Whatisthis? Noted properly, there are indeed wet parts around the kitchen.

Alex's feet follow the direction of the wet surface. The deg! Unaware he reached the well behind the house. He hesitated to look into the well, especially in the middle of the night like that. Did one of the residents of the house who just came out get water? Alex decided to turn around. He passed through Bi Sumi's room. Pressed slightly. Locked up. Hm.. There was also no water around the door. Besides how dare he come out in the middle of the night after the incident a few days ago.

The next day, Alex visits a close friend of his late father. Not the usual silaturrahmi. There is one favor he wants to ask for.

Mr. Masrullah's name, he's about sixty years old. Small-bodied. Black coffee never leaves his head. Yeah, Alex knows the advantages of the old man. In mystical things.

"Well Alex, tumben you remember playing here" greeted the old man with a smile. Alex blushed, he admitted he had not visited his father's friend for a long time.

After speaking stale, finally delivered the core purpose of his arrival, namely about the strange events that occurred in his home some days.

The old man nodded after hearing Alex's words. "Pulling." He looked at Alex. Pretty long.

The young man was confused by Mr. Masrullah's view. Then his mouth opened, "How about Sir?"

The old man smiled. "Come, we'll go to your house soon."

At three o'clock in the afternoon they arrived. Seeing the arrival of guests who are considered special. His wife was busy preparing dishes, drinks and ordered Bi Sumi to cook dishes for dinner.

"Wad.. So troublesome," said Mr. Masrullah. But even so, his hand while grabbing the food served.

At midnight, Mr. Masrullah asked for a room. To pray he said. I also let him in a small empty room behind which I had originally wanted to make a warehouse.

Before entering Mr. Masrullah said, "You should go into each room."

Alex nodded. Not wanting to disturb any longer he ordered Bi Sumi into the room, and invited his wife and children to wait in the room.

Nothing happened in a few hours. My wife and son are asleep. Alex himself still can not close his eyes, he was sitting down while reading a book. Look at the clock on the wall. Half an hour two. What did Mr Masrullah do this late? Is he asleep?

Duarr!

Alex jumped up in shock. Directly opened the door of the room, he walked half run, towards the back, to the restroom where Mr. Masrullah was alone.

Wuss!

A wisp of gray-white smoke appeared surprisingly, it came out from between the doors of the room, and disappeared into the back towards the kitchen.

While Alex was stunned, the door to the room opened. From inside appeared Mr. Masrullah, his forehead seemed to be pouring with sweat.

"What happened sir!?" Alex asked spontaneously.

Mr. Masrullah wiped off the sweat with the back of his hand, his lips expanding into a smile. "Nyi Dribbled." That's all that came out of his mouth.

Who is Nyi Giring? All was revealed in the morning Mr. Masrullah asked me to bring Mr. Karyo home.

From his mouth all was revealed clearly. Previously he apologized, did not convey about Nyi Giring, for fear that the house was difficult to sell.

Mr. Karyo. Nyi Giring is the younger sister of her father. In the past when he was young was a very famous sinden, his voice and beauty captivated his fans a lot. After he died. The only relic of Nyi Giring that remains is a golden kundai. An antique that Mr. Karyo said was very valuable. So he never once stayed, Mr. Karyo felt, his energy and spirit multiplied since carrying the kundai skewer.

"A little over two months ago, apparently again came my apes. Electricity died until I had to take water with a bucket. Unfortunately, somehow, the kundai prick I put in my upper pocket was nudged and bounced, into the well." Said the old man.

And he continued, since that incident, he often experienced strange events, such as the sound of something splashing into the water, and the traces of puddles on the floor. Especially if sleep is often heard a whisper calling, that is the main reason he decided to sell the house, because he felt he could not stand it anymore.

"Once again forgive me young master, I really don't expect this kind of trouble." Pungkas Pak Karyo's.

Mr. Masrullah nodded slowly. For a moment he was silent as if he was contemplating something, then his mouth said, "No need to worry, Nyi Giring will not interfere anymore, I neutralized the magical power last night."

He looked towards Alex. "But just in case of all possibilities. It's good that you close the well, Ananda. Make a new well."

Alex does not argue. A few days later he hired some men to close the old well.

So-called.