The Inheritance and Leaning of the Headstone

Chapter 9 The grave

Returning from the river, Mila passed the path earlier. The drizzle began to wet the leaves along the path. Darkness also began to envelop the clouds that were once bright white.

Mila looked towards the grave as a lightning bolt struck her and shocked her.

"Tilt again," muttered Mila sadly.

Over and over again, every nyekar, Mila always told people to straighten the tombstone of the Mbah Karti family. But every time it's straightened, it's always tilted back.

"It's weird. Something must be wrong. Otherwise, how could the tombstone be tilted continuously?" Mila muttered and when her shoulders were patted from behind she was shocked and tiptoed, she almost ran away, so shocked.

"Don't be afraid, it's me. Oh yes, from the moment I saw, you were staring there. What's up?" frans asked who suddenly appeared behind Mila with wet hair.

Makes his handsome face more charming. Some strands of hair covered the forehead. Her face was clean with radiance, plus her pointed nose and thin lips looked sexy.

Mila momentarily glued to look at the good looks of Frans. But after remembering if he was Alex's sister, then Mila dismissed the feeling of stunned yes.

"none. And why are you following me?"

Mila continued her path, not wanting to talk for long with Frans.

But Frans continued to match Mila's steps and tried to attract her attention.

"If you're going to shove there, I'd like to come along" Frans, who was afraid to be alone in the graveyard, asked.

"Later in the afternoon I'll shove" said Mila, "if you want to come, come to your house at three o'clock in the afternoon,"

"Okay, I'll be there in time. No less and no more" joked Frans.

Mila just shook her head and tried not to be tempted by Frans' jokes.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Frans was in the shower, and in the bathroom, he was shocked.

"God! I forgot!"

Quickly, Frans flushed his body and came out and put on a shirt.

On exiting the room, it hit Sinta, her sister-in-law.

"Sorry, brother, I'm in a hurry,"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to shine with Mila,"

"What's? With Mila?"

"Yes, why? Brother want to come?"

A moment Sinta melengos.

"Hmm, my brother is busy. Tomorrow if you are free, it will only be shaky," said Sinta who rarely goes to the cemetery as well as her husband.

"Sister, Alex would you like to come?" frans asked his wife.

"Ehm, your brother has important business, then you go there," said Sinta then passed.

Geck! poke! poke!

"Mila!" Call Frans.

But there is no lawfulness.

"Mila!"

Because there is no validity, Frans thinks that Mila has gone there first.

Frans went to the cemetery. Up there he didn't see Mila.

Be shocked! When he saw the slanted tombstone belonging to his family.

Then it was like the sound of moans and cries.

"Oh, this is just my feeling!"

Greekkkk!

The tombstone was like moving to the left. It was tilted to the right.

Frans' heart rate is getting tighter. His feet were too big to get up and run. He was on his knees praying.

In my heart whispered. "Where's Mila? Why didn't you come? He said he'd come here?"

Greeekk!

The voice was heard again.

Now the tombstone belonging to Mbah Karti is also tilted to the left. It was tilted to the right.

"My hair is sitting on me." Frans muttered and finished his prayer.

Frans woke up. But suddenly he felt his legs like someone was holding him.

"Ouch! Don't Mbah! Forgive me! Don't bother me! Forgive me!"

Frans did not dare to look. His feet were left behind and stuck to the roots of the tree that was tufting.

When he trembled in fear. A soft hand felt on his leg. Touch it.

"Ampuuunnnn!"

"It's me!" Mila said she squatted Frans' legs to get rid of the roots that were tufting on her legs.

"Mila?!" Frans was shocked and happy.

"Why are you yelling?"

"Ohh, no papa.I am indeed afraid of the roots of the tree," Frans replied unwilling to be caught by Mila if she was afraid of ghosts.

"Have you prayed?" asked Mila and sowed flowers because she saw her surroundings were clean.

"Already,"

"I will pray first" Mila said and prayed for all the families of Mbah Karti.

Frans stood behind Mila and looked around.

He felt fear as he looked at the black shadow on a tree.

"Mila, it's not yet, let's go home" Frans said in fear.

Mila now understands that Frans is a coward.

Mila then walked out of the grave. Frans kept close to him as he walked.

"Why aren't you home. I was at your house,"

"You didn't come on time. So I came here first,"

"But I didn't see you here before,"

"Oh, I went to my family's grave first. My mom and dad are gone. Then I saw you standing like a statue,"

"What's? The statue? Ohh, don't you think I'm afraid, just now, I was just uncomfortable getting rid of the tree roots at my feet. You know, I used to live in the city. Such roots are not there" said Frans covering up his shame.

"Ohh, so you're afraid of tree roots?" Mila poked her lips

"Hehe, yes...."

Mila was amused when she remembered Frans asking for mercy earlier. Ah must be she thought she saw a ghost, so to ask for mercy, inner Mila smiled a little.

"Why laugh?"

"Religious. Just funny! Remember what happened,"

Frans's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. He screamed for mercy.

Ah, crap! Why did I use all this mercy!