The Inheritance and Leaning of the Headstone

Chapter 7 The crying in the grave

Tonight, Mila can't sleep. The wind was blowing very hard. The sound of his voice was deafening. The book stood up and gave him goosebumps.

Mila walked over and closed the window that was still open. The curtain flew as if the wind was raging in the cold of the night.

Mila stared at the trees outside the house moving in the dim light of the moon.

"Not usually the night feels quiet like this? What's gonna happen?" said Mila speaking softly.

Suddenly he saw a black shadow in the rain that had just flushed his way towards his house.

"Who?" ask Mila from inside the house in fear.

The black shadow seemed to be standing on the porch of his house.

"Is that a ghost?" Mila gave a goosebumps and peeked out of the living room window.

The black shadow turned around instead, and Mila nimbly closed her curtain and turned her body leaning against the wall while stroking her chest.

Geck! poke! poke!

The black shadow knocked on Mila's door.

Mila. He did not dare to open the door because of his own home.

Tok tok!

The knocking of the door was heard.

Mila grimacing. "If he's a ghost, where might knock on the door. Why don't you just go in through the door. It's a ghost" said Mila Lirih.

"Is there anyone? I'm rained. I'm Frans, Alex's cousin," after hearing that she still has a sibling relationship with Mbah Karti, then Mila is not afraid anymore.

Mila walked towards the door and opened it.

"Please come in,"

"Can I have some warm water? I can't stand the cold" Frans said.

"Yes, let me get you. Please sit down first" said Mila walking into the kitchen.

Mila comes with a tray filled with warm water and warm sweet tea.

"Please drink it,"

"Thank you" Frans said after downing the drink.

"I have an umbrella, please use my umbrella if you want to go to Mbah Karti's house," said Mila gave an umbrella.

However, receiving a guest at night for a woman is very risky and can violate societal norms.

"Well, thank you, oh yeah, I'm Frans Malik. I'm the brother of Alek Malik. I just got back from Japan,"

"Yes, Miss Warni sometimes tells you about yourself" Mila said.

"Tomorrow I'll give it back. Now excuse me" said Frans walking to the door.

Mila shut the door as soon as Frans was gone.

"Even he came all the way from Japan to ask for an inheritance ration. Embarrassing. His face was so handsome, but it was also thirsty for inheritance, people today, it was unpredictable," Mila chatted alone as she walked into her room.

Mr. Wito, tonight go home late at night and pass the grave.

The goals when the motor was slow because of the rain sounded the sound of sobs in the grave.

Mr. Wito also became creepy. He immediately launched his bike very quickly. But fateful, instead of speeding, the bike even broke down. Mr. Wito was getting scared and his feelings were not good.

"When on strike. Where it rains again" complained Mr. Wito while observing his motorbike.

The sound of crying was gone and a few more moments were heard again. And that voice came from the grave of Mbah Karti's family.

Mr. Wito also left his motorbike there and ran home because he could no longer bear to hear his voice.

The next day, very early in the morning Mr. Wito took his motorcycle which he stayed and was locked.

"really guessed. The sound was last night from that direction" Mr. Wito said as he heated his motorbike.

"Well, now you want to live. Why did he die last night?" muttered Pak Wito shaking his head.

"Ah, I got this messed up," Mr. Wito then left the place and told the incident to the neighbors in his village.

They also associate the sound of crying with the legacy made scramble.

Also because Mila didn't get any rights. Even though when Bu Warni was still alive ordered that Mila occupy her home because of her services and loyalty to Bu Warni.

However, it turns out that Mila was underestimated by her brothers. Not given anything like the wishes of the deceased who has passed.