The Inheritance and Leaning of the Headstone
Chapter 23 Confession
Mila stared in shock at the two people standing trembling before her.
Pak Jayan and Bu Jayan, no longer dare to lie. They realize, if they do not admit it, the spirit of Mbah Karti continues to terrorize him and now it cannot be underestimated.
The spirit is after his life. He and his wife were terrified and fortunately managed to get out of the house and run here. The spirit no longer follows them behind him.
"So, have you sold it to Mr Kusni?" ask Mila.
"Yes, we sold him seven hundred million to Mr. Kusni,"
"Jeez, deservedly, the tombstone of Mbah Karti and his family still remain tilted. It's this much money, they're definitely not calm there,"
"Mil, we're staying here, right? We are afraid" said Bu Jayan and accompanied by a nod also by Pak Jayan.
"But...." Frans seems to object.
"Let them stay here. After all, there are a lot of empty rooms, right here?"
"Yes already. But remember, don't bother us again, it's night. It's time for us to rest" Frans couldn't hide his regret.
"Yes, yeah. We won't bother you anymore,"
Mila then drove them to the guest room. Frans pulled Mila's arm.
"Come quickly to the room. Morning hunting," Frans said and after Pak Jayan and Bu Jayan entered the camp, he immediately held Mila.
"Let go, they will see" said Mila thrashed because of embarrassment if seen by two guests who stayed overnight.
"Oh, just shut up. Then it fell, "Frans took Mila to their room. Mila complied and was silent as Frans wanted.
Just-there!
Frans grumpy grumpy while locking the door from the inside.
Frans turned off the room lights and looked at Mila and smiled.
Nodding and brushing her scattered hair covered her chest.
"We continue" Frans said, laying down Mila.
Mila just shut up. But his mind instead floated on the tombstone of Mbah Karti. He smiled because after the ground was returned, it was certain that the tombstone could be straight back.
"Not even a smile of your own, what do you think?" frans whispered in Mila's ear.
"Nisan Rock. The tombstone will definitely be straight back after the ground is returned," said Mila looking at Frans who was on top of it and her face was very close to her cheek.
"Jeez, Mila. We're on our first night. You can't focus on this first. Don't think of tombstones and graves...." Frans shook his head to see his wife who kept thinking about Mbah Karti's grave.
An hour later.
Frans was relieved, his mission was finally successful. The first night he got there without any distractions.
"Mila, don't wear it" Frans said as Mila wore her nightgown.
"Why?"
"That's it. We cover the blankets, it's warmer, right?" said Frans hugged Mila and their skin touched.
"But,"
"Oh, just calm down. This is our room,"
Frans wrapped his hands around Mila's body and hugged her.
Morning at 4.
Tok tok!
"What the hell?!" Frans woke. While Mila was still sleeping.
"Sorry interfering. I don't know where the bathroom is. I want to pee" said Pak Jayan and Bu Jayan.
"Jeez, he's this guy, just piss him off!" Frans immediately put on his shirt and walked out.
"straight. Turn right, then turn left, and go straight again" Frans said, showing them both.
"Yes thank you" Jayan followed Frans.
Mbah Karti's house is very spacious. And the old house, the bathroom is always at the very back of the house building. So the distance from the living room to the bathroom is very far, let alone the wide and elongated Mbah Karti tin.
Frans then approached Mila and kissed her forehead.
"Ehm, it's morning huh," Mila said as she opened her eyes and saw Frans' face just five centimeters from her eyes.
"Still night. It's only four o'clock" said Frans pulling the blanket again.
"But...." Mila will usually wake up at this time and cook.
"I'll cook" said Mila.
"no need. We'll have breakfast at the stall" Frans said, hugging Mila in a blanket.
