The Inheritance and Leaning of the Headstone

Chapter 20 Night ghost

Mila thought of something, and what Mr. Jayan experienced, did not seem normal.

But, what?

Mr Jayan is not Mbah Karti's family? Where there may be a connection with the land belonging to Mbah Karti.

But in fact, the tombstone of Mbah Karti is still tilted. And Mr. Jayan is having a strange incident. As if disturbed by an invisible creature.

Mila whispered in Frans's ear, "There is something strange about what happened to Jayan, sir,"

"I know, I'll find out" Frans whispered.

They then went home. Mr. Jayan went to his room and lay down beside his wife.

"Sir, mommy doesn't feel good. Why yes sir?" asked his wife while looking at her husband who closed his eyes.

"Here you go, ma'am, don't think of anything. Not good, let's go to bed already night,"

Mr. Jayan seemed to fall asleep immediately because of fatigue last night swirling in the field.

While Bu Jayan, somehow restless and unable to sleep.

Suddenly, the lights went out, and only Bu Jayan's house had the lights off.

"Sir, get up, the lights go out,"

Bu Jayan woke her husband by patting him on his back.

"Just sleep Mom. Mr. cape," Mr. Jayan was reluctant to get up, because he was very sleepy.

Ms. Jayan was upset and pouted then got up and walked out of the room looking for a flashlight in the living room. He'll look for the candle if he finds the flashlight.

Ms. Jayan, walk across the wall. Her pliers were holding on to the wall so as not to bump into chairs or cabinets.

It was all dark, nothing was seen.

Bu Jayan suddenly hit the forest shadow, and upon awakening, Bu Jayan then looked at the black shadow face. And it turns out that's Mbah Karti's face.

"Aaaa...Han ghost...."

Ms. Jayan immediately limp, drooped, fainted, unconscious.

The black shadow approached Mr. Jayan's room.

"Jayan.....Jayan...."

Mr. Jayan did not hear and stayed asleep.

"Wake up Jayan.we go to the grave.." invite the black shadow.

Finally, Jayan woke up and was shocked, the black shadow standing right in front of him who was sleeping.

"Chap....Mbah Karti's...."

In the morning, Ms. Jayan woke up and was shocked to see her sleeping on the floor in the living room. The sun has entered the house through the window.

"Ahh, it hurts my forehead a lot," Bu Jayan held her banged forehead as a result of being hit by a chair.

"Kok I slept here?" Ma Jayan slowly woke up.

"Why was last night like seeing the ghost of Mbah Karti? Why is he here? What business" muttered Bu Jayan while walking to his room.

Jayan's sir is still unconscious. Bu Jayan thought that Mr. Jayan was still sleeping.

"Sir, get up sir. It was noon," Ma Jayan approached her husband and shook his body.

"Oh, forgive Mbah...Forgive me, don't kill me" Mr. Jayan thought his wife was a ghost last night.

"Sir. Awake sir. I'm your wife, not a ghost. Who the hell is going to kill you? Why are you so scared?"

"That's Ma'am.ghosts.last night there was a ghost." said Mr. Jayan.

"Here's sir, drink first" Ms. Jayan gave her husband a drink.

"Sir, don't you keep anything secret, do you?" ask Bu Jayan.

Jayan was silent. Not answering.

"Ngga Ma'am. What secret?"

Jayan then sat down.

"You see, last night, I also saw a ghost but the ghost of Mbah Karti" said Bu Jayan.

"What?" Jayan was surprised.

"Then, what did he say?" Mr. Jayan was curious.

"What yes, I don't remember. I fainted when I saw him,"

Jayan was silent.

"Why sir, why did he come to our house. What is our fault? We don't take his treasure. Why'd he come here?"

Bu Jayan was curious.

"Sorry Ma'am, I actually sold Mbah Karti's land...." Finally, Pak Jayan had to be honest.

"What!?" Bu Jayan was in shock and glared.

"How can sir?"

"The story is long ma'am." said Mr. Jayan.