That Black Shadow (Not)My Mother's Spirit?

part 15's

I don't know why the night came so fast. I often feel like time is passing by so quickly. In fact, often this self feels 24 hours time feels less. Could the earth be spinning too fast?

I'm still busy preparing study materials for tomorrow. The wall clock kept ticking and the needle pointed in the direction of eleven. This hand has actually covered the mouth repeatedly that evaporated. However, what can make the bolster can not yet self this hug.

I feel like the night is very quiet. Tonggeret was not even willing to accompany. Where are they going? There was only the sound of crickets that were very far away and increasingly disappearing.

The chant of the night with the cold air penetrated, breaking the silence. It's strange! The smell of jasmine suddenly filled the house. I pecked, my feathers goosebumps without being ordered.

The fragrance of the flower I don't like is so strong. This self is trying to focus on a little more completing the RPP that I was typing. However, it would be a lie if I said I could focus on closing my nose and getting on with work.

What can be done, this finger must also keep typing. Although, hastily press the keyboard on the laptop. This self kept trying to focus on typing, even though my shoulders started to feel heavy. Must finish! Thousands of whips as I fasten so as not to waver in the face of fear that becomes.

I feel a series of jasmine pistils dangling in the nose. A shadow is like spying. Then, it was like pecking behind the back. However, it disappeared when I got it many times.

Concentration's down. Both eyes then stare at the calendar on the phone. Thursday and this means Friday night. This self feels the shadow behind my body has not yet gone away, it is still faithful in its place.

This self tries to mask the fear and redirects this feeling to the phone screen. However, the shadow was still right behind me. I knew! In a hurry this self immediately turns off the laptop screen and ignores the RPP which is a little more completed.

Now the red gloved bolster, the rose motif became my friend. In fact, the blanket became a cover of fear like a child. I covered my entire body with a blanket and hugged the roll tightly while closing my eyes.

The mouth does not stop reading prayer. However, these ears were blown slowly, even though the blanket had covered I could still feel. My heart was almost blong, because it was beating so fast. Oh my God, what is this!

I really can't open my eyes. Even the sound of a pot falling in the kitchen makes me even more trying to close my ears. Maybe only this self heard it, because it was quiet yet to leave.

Meanwhile, I was still trying to close my eyes tightly, but my eyes felt a little. I hope the morning comes soon. However, that fragrant jasmine had not yet gone away. It's getting stronger.

"Tok .. tok .. tok ...." My door was knocked on.

I heard a sound like it was being dragged closer. The wind blew fiercely outside, as bamboo leaves rubbed against each other. Then, her fragile little twigs will break and become a land dweller.

I kept my eyes closed while praying. The dark began to creep. The wind slowly drifted away.

***

"Ning, get up, Ning!" Mom blurted while tapping on my locked room.

My eyes were open at 05:30 in the morning! Oh, my God, I'm bad luck! I hurried and opened the door for Mom.

"Do you pray?" ask Mom with a pale face.

"No, Ma. Ning malasangan's. Mother why?" I watched Mom seem to endure the pain.

"Yes, you pray first. After that, I'm asking for kerokin's help, right?"

"Yes, Mom," I said, then stepped into the bathroom.

After the prayer I immediately fulfilled my mother's request. Mom kept complaining her chest was tight and her shoulders were heavy. My sweat is also very cold. Meanwhile, his body skin was so stiff.

"Ning, please call Mr. Saman!"

Whahuh? Mr Saman? That middle-aged man I've long forgotten. Why did Mom suddenly want her to come back to this house?

"Ning? Come, spout!" pinta Mama again.

"Yes, Mom," I said.

I grabbed the motorbike key and took the white man to drive to Mr. Saman's house. I hope that man is in his house. I hope nothing happens to Mom.

Upon arrival at Mr. Saman's house, I immediately knocked on his door. Now the man's house looks more and more presentable. The walls have just been repainted in brick red. The trees are also filled with hanging plants.

"Sir, help my mother again!" I asked after Mr. Saman came out.

"Well, why else is your mother?"

"Don't know, sir," I replied with a confused face.

"Yes, come on!" Mr. Saman is directly cupping on my bike.

All the way my mind's fucked up. This brain is split. A sudden tangled thread was in front of me and waiting to be deciphered. However, I was actually trapped in the winding of the thread.

"Ning, get some water!" pinta Pak Saman as usual to me.

I followed and immediately took water from the kitchen. However, the kitchen door that was originally wide open suddenly crashed very tight, so it closed by itself. However, it moved slowly back open.

My eyes glanced, then rushed away after successfully pouring a glass of water from the teapot. In the living room, Mr. Saman seemed busy reciting prayers. Then, Mom seemed to start getting nervous.

My mother's face began to change. However, his eyelids were closing very tightly. Meanwhile, his mouth continued to groan in pain.

"Who is this?" shouted Mr. Saman.

"Where is Fatah! Mana ..." cried Mother calling the name of the Father in an eerie voice while looking down and with both eyes closed.

"Nothing!" reply Mr Saman.

"Where's Fatah!" Mother asked again Father.

I feel so scared. These two fingers hugged each other in front of the stomach. Meanwhile, my teeth continued to bite the lower lip gently.

"What business do you have with Fatah?" Saman asked back.

"He's so arrogant! Not to thank! I have never been visited! Where's Fatah? WHERE!" Mom came back screaming making me almost hanging.

"Fatah is not home with only his wife and children. It's his wife's body. Poor thing, don't hurt! Your business is the same Fatah, I will convey to his wife's children let them convey to Fatah. Now please get out of his wife's body. He doesn't know anything!"

"I'm waiting for Fatah, get him home!"

"Can't wait for him to come home! Poor his wife and son! His wife's body is weak, when do you want to hurt? Now please go or am I forced? They will tell Fatah! You want to go alone okay or I'm kicked out?"

"I'm waiting for Fatah!" Mom moans like a wild animal tied to iron bars on her feet.

It turned out that Mr. Saman was pressing on Mom's spine. Then, his hand seemed to give a hot aura to Mother's hair. Mom still with her eyes closed.

"WHERE'S FATAH!"

"THERE WAS NO FATAH! NOW YOU GO!" Mr. Saman is pressing on Mom's spine.

"Norh ...." Mother groaned again in pain.

I am getting late in fear. Why did this happen to Mom again? Anxious to go deep and shake my courage.

"Tell Fatah, visit me or I will continue to visit her family!" mom Threat.

"Yes, my son heard. He will tell his father later. Now you go!"

Mother then shut up. Saman moved his hand back to Mom's hair. Sometimes he also rubs his head. Slowly, I started to open my eyes.

This self immediately provides drinking water for Mom. This was reciprocated with the hands of Mother who tried to reach the glass. I immediately took the initiative to help hold Mom's limp arm.

"Read Bismillah, Rahma!" mr. Saman said to prevent the mouth of Mother who had been attached to the lips of the glass.

She complied and lethargicly moved her lips. Mom looked very tired. In a moment the water ran out.

"Ning, who made this fence?" ask Mr. Saman.

"I don't know, sir. My father didn't tell me anything about the fence. What's up, sir?"

"So, no ustaz came to the house?

"No, Sir."

"So, your father met someone else not the person you meant at the time. The person you were referring to at that time would not have made such an effect. He's an ustaz. Yes, Ning don't forget to tell your father to take care of the fence that fills your house!" pinta Pak Saman's.

"I mean, Sir?"

"That fills your house with anger, because your Father did not do what he had to do. He asked to be visited, maybe asked to be taken care of his sajen or asked to be sagekahi."

Deg, my heart feels very surprised to hear Mr. Saman's explanation. The sajen? Alms? What else is that?

After being sure Mom improved, Mr. Saman permission to leave. He refused to be driven home, because he wanted to visit his brother's house which was not far from my home. So, I just drove him to the front of the house and as usual he experienced it with a piece of thank you money.

Mom still looks lethargic. Now he is lying in his room. I've taken him there. Now, the restlessness back inside remembering the gripping incident last night.

The wall clock has shown at 08:00 and that means I'm late for school. I immediately reached for the phone turned out that Umar had called me many times. Without a second thought, she called him back.

"Assalamualaikum," I said as the phone connected.

"Waalaikum salam. Where's mom going? Children waiting. So I had to fill it first. I shifted the exercise hours early," explained Umar to make my heart relieved.

"My mother is sick, sir. Sorry I just called. Thank you so much, sir for helping. I'll be at school soon. I'm asking for help, sir please take care of my son for a while until I come!"

"Good, Mom. Ms. Ning just calm down. If you can't get in, don't force it."

I don't know why Umar was able to dampen my anxiety. The man was like a coolant in the scorching taste that struck the heart. Yes, God what's wrong with me?

"Assalamual." The voice of you sneaked in.

I was so happy to hear that voice. It was like a cracked ground that heard the sound of lightning blaring in the sky. Cracked ground that hopes the rain will come soon repel the drought.

"Why do you see that father?" ask Father.

I felt caught looking at my father. What is my face like now? I can't even describe how.

Maybe my face looks upset, angry, or sad? I don't know, maybe it's a combination of the three? I tried to play eyeballs and brushed off any expression that emanated and caught you.

"Mother was possessed, sir," I explained.

"Here, your mother is none other than possessed. Say, don't dream most of it!"

Suddenly I was very upset to hear my reply. This old man, sometimes wants so much to find a fuss with me! Are there no words better to hear?

"Father said as if you weren't wrong!" my protest.

"What is my fault?"

"Where are you asking for the fence? The demon who possessed Mother said Father was arrogant, he asked Father to visit him."

"The man who helped you died two weeks ago. Now there's only one son."

"Yes, meet her son then!"

"It will be easy." Mr. thinning the wind. "You haven't left yet? It's late!" I tried to divert the conversation.

"It's too late, sir!" I also left my father sitting on the sofa.

The bathroom is my goal. Yeah, I haven't had a shower yet! Maybe a duck-style bath or dragonfly-style bath would be my choice now to catch up on time.

***

The school atmosphere is already rowdy. The field has been filled with girls who are engrossed in playing rubber jumping. There was also a boy on the other side who was busy gathering. They seem to be talking about their favorite online game.

I accelerated my steps towards class. In front of the class, Umar was sitting on the classroom terrace, smiling from afar at me. Is that smile really for me?

"Assalamualaikum" said Umar and stood right in front of me.

Deg, my heart's like dysentery. Then it beats very fast. What is this feeling?

"Greetings waalaikum" I said.

"Where is your mother's condition? What pain?" ask Umar.

"It's nothing but soy," I said.

It seems impossible to explain everything to Umar even though we have started to get close as colleagues. However, explaining everything in detail, it was impossible. I am also not sure if Umar will be able to listen to all my problems.

"Thank God if it's not serious. Hearing Mother ... I also miss my mother."

"Either?" I replied after sitting next to him.

"Hahaha it's okay. Thank God he is healthy and busy doing business. My mother is a career woman hahaha, but she cares a lot about me. Very cute to be exact, almost every night he called me more than a girlfriend. Even all day he certainly WA does not stop. This I haven't seen WA, maybe he's been WA asking has eaten yet, has taken a shower yet, has had a girlfriend yet? Haha ...."

I smiled at Umar's story. It turns out this guy is so sweet. I never thought he was so close to his mother.

The break time is over. This made the children run to class. So did I and Umar we separated, but somehow there was a sense created and gave the impression to meet again.

In class, as always before giving assignments I always explain the material that children will learn. After being sure those innocent faces understood, this self would give them a task. While waiting, I quietly gave them value. However, my phone shook, making it curious to peek at him silently.

So, I also like Mr Umar? Well, we're competing from today to get her heart.

My heart was like it was stuck in a very sharp dagger. The message from Ms. Rina made me feel guilty, even though innocent. This finger is mute, the saliva is suddenly bitter, while the heart of abstract painting is formless and difficult to guess.

RPP \= Learning Implementation Plan is a mandatory administration of a teacher made before teaching in the classroom. RPP is a reference for a teacher in teaching, containing material to be discussed, staregi, time allocation, method of delivery (method), and tasks to be given.