The Inheritance and Leaning of the Headstone

Chapter 11 Ghost terror

After learning from his neighbor, Frans went home and waited for his brother at home. Not long after, Alex and Sinta arrive while driving the car slowly.

Upon entering, Frans greeted.

"Well, it's a nice new car" said Frans who did not know Sola Mbah Karti's legacy.

He has lived in Japan all this time. Alex and Sinta looked at each other.

"Hehe, yes, this is what we bought from our savings," Sinta said ahead of her husband.

"What she's my wife said. If you want, you can use it for a walk as long as you're here" Alex added.

"No, it's just, I heard some bad news from the unlucky citizens of the inheritance. Is it true, if you sell Mbah Karti's inheritance?"

"Ohh, who said? They are citizens of that envy. Don't listen to their words. They just want to complain about sheep. Come on, come on, let's go inside, I'll take a shower" said Sinta pulling Alex her husband.

Frans was stunned looking at the two of them. Inwardly, a little suspicious of their attitude.

At one time, his brother did not have that much money to buy a car. Even when he was in Japan, often borrowed money with him.

Frans went out and went to Mila's house to see her.

Mila was drying firewood, because today was scorching. Since yesterday, the rain has continued to fall. There is no dry firewood for cooking.

One by one the wood he neatly arranged to be exposed to the sun completely and quickly dry. Later in the afternoon, he will use it for a big cook. He will send and give alms to the neighbors.

"May I help you?" Frans suddenly stood behind him.

Mila looked over and was surprised. But he memorized the voice of the person who greeted him. Because it was indeed these few days, he often met with Mila accidentally.

"Frans, what are you doing here?"

"Meeting you? Let me help you, yeah,"

"That's necessary. I can do it myself. Your hands will be rough, you'll be a city man,"

"But I can," Frans Ngeyel and took the wood as Mila did.

Frans did it quickly. The pile of wood was now thin and the woods filled Mila's large courtyard.

"Great woman" praise Frans.

"Great what?"

"Yes you can do men's duties. What's the name if it's not great" Frans joked.

"Let me. I can carry that much" Frans said as he watched Mila carry so much wood to carry behind the house.

"I'm strong too. I can be alone" Mila reluctantly helped by him. Because he's used to doing everything himself. So there is no weight in doing it.

"Is that why you're not married? You're used to doing everything yourself like you don't need us, men," Frans walked beside Mila.

Mila turned her head and the wood on her head almost slumped in annoyance when Frans talked about privacy.

"OOPS!" Frans caught the wood.

"Almost fell!"

"It's because of you!" mila said annoyed.

"I'm curious about you. And I want to get closer to you? Can you?"

"No! Go then! I'm busy" said Mila because she does not like Alex, Sinta including her sister who continues to disturb her.

Nightfall.

Sinta was in her room alone. Alex and Frans are out of the house for something.

Sinta felt a black shadow behind the door.

Sinta goosebumps and hides herself under the blanket in fear.

"Mas, hurry home, I'm afraid," said Sinta calling her husband from inside the blanket.

"Yes, in a moment" answered her husband and hung up.

"Mas.." said Sinta but the phone was closed.

Restore treasure......

Restore treasure......

Restore treasure....

Hihihi....

The sound came from the window outside Sinta's room. Sinta did not dare to open her blanket. He even closed his ears so as not to hear the creepy sound.

"Like Mbah Karti's voice...." Bisik Sinta lirih's.