The House in the Middle of Sawah

First night at home

After Maghrib, the younger brother still continued to ask for a sling on Ibuk. My father and I offered my sister to replace the carrying, sister did not want. My sister keeps whining, not feeling well. Father pounded the leaves of the hornbill and stick it to the forehead of the sister.

"We go to the doctor yuk Pak, pity nangis sister continues, the temperature has not dropped" Ibuk looks very worried.

"Yes Buk. I didn't change clothes?", I agreed to go to the doctor.

"How did Sir. Wong his son did not want to be separated from the sling gini. Sebener e shoulder Ibuk also has a very sore nih", Ibuk shows the shoulder of Ibuk who was flushed by a sling that never separated from last afternoon.

"Yes, you don't take the jacket first. After that we immediately set off", Father hurriedly took a jacket in the closet in front of the room.

"Dani??", you called me. I was just sitting in the living room.

"Nggeh Sir?", I said.

"You take care of the house. Mr. Ibuk didn't see Dr. Heri for a second. Not long enough. Your brother's pity continues to cry", Mr said while wearing a black jacket a gift from the purchase of a motorbike.

"Yes sir", I answered briefly. I also felt horrified at home. But how else, I can't refuse your request this time. The relationship between the child's father also improved.

Mr. Ibuk riding with Thor, rushed to the doctor's practice Heri. Dr. Heri is a pediatrician who opens a practice in the next district. The doctor who was the father and the mother when my sister was sick. I immediately entered the house and closed the door.

Hmm. . Alone on my first night back home. I closed all the doors, closed the windows and the curtains. Then I turned on the tv at a loud volume so I wouldn't hear anything but the sound of the tv. The air was cold but because I was alone at home, sweat kept flowing from my forehead.

Fifteen minutes passed, with nothing unusual. I picked a channel on the tv eating-eating program. I want to make my body relax and enjoy, so that the time goes by. But poor is inevitable. I peed kebelet. Fuckin' shit!

Why must now pee kebelet anyway? I grumbled in my heart. I crossed my left leg over my right, trying to resist the urge to go to the toilet. Trying to focus on watching tv, so you forget that you are kebelet. But it was all in vain, the more I held back, the more nervous I became and the more I couldn't bear to pee. Duh, where the toilet is located in the back, separate from the building of the house.

Since it was already unbearable, I decided to immediately run to the toilet. I hesitated a little when I opened the back door.

Kriiiettt. . .

The sound of the door opening broke the silence. I immediately spread my eyes. Clamoring because it is dark, almost without lighting. Some bamboo groves that were cut down by the Father, faintly visible still lying on the ground. I ran towards the toilet, opened the door without closing it back and urinated immediately. When I finished, I went back into the house.

Se nervous this is to pee alone. I let out a sigh of relief. I entered the room, leaving the tv on at a tight volume. I spread out my body, staring at the ceiling with some thin cobwebs in the corner.

My mind again remembered Erni, my bidadar who was still not awake as well. I haven't seen him in days. Thinking of you is opium, missing you I always feel. If you wake up later, I promise myself, I will accompany you, be by your side until you recover like you did before.

There is still no clarity, how could Erni fall from the 3rd floor. Erni's motorcycle she wore last time was also missing has not been found. Maybe only Erni knows, hopefully she will soon wake up and recover.

Ctick. . .Ctic

Ctiikk . . Ctiikks

Again, a soft voice that could somehow be heard among the booming tv sounds. And sure enough, the tv channel is now completely moving. The voice of the soap opera, switching back the voice of the shampoo advertisement, switch back the sound of a comedy program.

Ctiikkk

Dead TV. Silent. Glug. I gulped, his voice echoing in my ear. I started sweating again. At first glance smelled of fragrant aroma like a girl's hair out of shampoo an. The more I breathed the smell changed. Now I'm sure it's the scent of flowers. I'm starting deg deg an. Damnit damnit!

Ctic

The sound of the remote tv is pressed back. The flame TV is back. This time, what was heard was the Java. The same song as that sung by a female figure on the front porch of the house at that time. Maybe at this hour there is a tv program like that. I was afraid, my legs were shaking when I tried to stand up. I have to close the door.

I managed to reach the door. But stupidly I, before closing the door I looked out and saw the living room, empty. Still not enough with my stupidity, I looked back at the tv.

In front of the tv looks mbak mbak long hair, very long. I'm sure it's the same figure at the time. My nape feels bubbly, creeps great. Screeching up to my wrist, the fine hairs stood up.

The figure in front of the tv turned her body. His face was not clearly visible, his hair covered his entire face. I swallowed, my throat was dry. Suddenly the figure stood up and immediately ran towards me. Shocked, I slammed the door of the room as hard as I could.

Jdeerrr

I closed the door and locked it. I leaned against the door. Nafasku ngos. Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit! Siaalll

Daakk daakk daakkk daakk

The sound of a hand hitting a hammer door. As if to break it. The stronger the stronger. I'm sure that like this, the door can collapse. I leaned back and held back the door from completely collapsing.

"A-a what do you want?", I ventured, asking half-screaming. The door stops being knocked. Silence, there was no sound this time.

"Kowe cah baguusss (You're aungg). .", The hoarse voice of the woman answered my question from behind the door. Following the sound of a shrill laugh.

Hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi . . .

Back door digedor gedor. Now it's even better. I feel trapped. I'm really stupid, why did you choose to enter the room, this is called suicide. Now that I'm locked up here, just waiting for the door to break down and that figure will definitely catch me.

Bruumm. . .

Thor's voice, entering the courtyard of the house. Father is back. The door immediately stopped being knocked. The sound of tv flares back, eating program. I sighed, sitting limp in the room.