THE NOURA VAN KEMMERS

Curious

"But, Mas Bayu did not find strange things right in this house? never seen anything, right?"

"Hmmm...No hell. So far I have never. How are you?"

"Never before, my mother." Ratna was comfortable sleeping in the room. There's only ever been such a good smell that it's smelled all the way to the room." But just once, the smell came."

"Maybe it's a sign of the introduction of the invisible occupants in this house, all he wants to show that he also likes to wear perfume like you, heheheh" I replied.

Ratna snorted and pinched me. Uuh, pain also pinch. I threw it with the washcloth I used to clean paint stains.

Ratna threw me back with her slippers. I ran out into the yard. Ratna kept chasing me. We were like little kids playing games.

Suddenly the sky was overcast. Without any lingering, the rain came down. Gawat, I remembered my painting that was still lying in the side yard. As fast as lightning I ran towards the side yard, but the painting wasn't there.

Who moved the painting? I remember once, the painting wasn't finished. And I didn't move it. I still put the painting on the grass in the side yard.

The rain is getting heavier. I'm getting wet. I rushed inside the house. Perhaps Ratna or Mama has moved the painting.

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"Well, you're busy in the kitchen, Bay? ask Ratna, who knows she saw your painting." Advice Mom.

Ratna was sitting in front of the TV while playing with her phone. On a whim, I called his phone, made his eyes whistle and ready to hit me.

"Dih, it's good to be reckless. How did Ratna know that Mas Bayu painted on the side porch? earlier what Ratna saw were only ready-made paintings in the middle room. From after school, Ratna hasn't been to the side yard." Ratna snorted in annoyance and snatched her phone back.

It seems Ratna is not lying. I know my sister's character. He's the type who is.It's not easy to hide something. His facial expression seemed to imply what was in his heart.

Where is the painting? is it blowing in the wind? aah, time anyway? as far as I was this afternoon, the wind did not blow hard.The weather was even scorching.

I became a bete because the painting was gone. I stepped into the room, hoping that by laying down I could neutralize my irritated feelings.

Outside the rain is getting worse. The spark hit almost the entire window of the room. And at that moment, my eyes began to weigh, The scent of golden rose mixed with the smell of various smells began to appear again, and I fell asleep.

The beauty appeared again. He was standing near me. I who was engrossed in painting, was suddenly startled by his presence. It seems like he wants to approach me to get acquainted. His face was smiling shyly. Oh, my God, she's so beautiful.

I prepared to greet him and aaah, the instant I woke up... It's always like that. When I want to approach her, I always wake up.

The golden rose still exists. Strange, I felt like there was someone in my room. Like someone was watching me. My eyes were fixed on a piece of paper on the table.

There's writing on that paper. I got up and took the paper. Instantly I shiver. Why, so this is it? I've never felt this creepy.

Sorry, ik heb and schilderij verplaats. Ha, this is Dutch writing. Who wrote this. I grabbed my phone and started translating the writing.

Seriate.