The Tomb Next to the House

10. Televisa

"Mas Raihan!" I immediately approached the husband who had just got out of the car.

I was almost going to hug, but she quickly held me back.

"Why?" many wonder.

"Mas, go to the bathroom first," he said briefly, as he passed.

Not forgetting when he passed Bryan, Raihan threw his smile first. While saying, "Please come in, Mas."

Which was immediately moved by Bryan. The three men entered the house, leaving me alone.

Why Raihan? He seems to avoid me.

Maybe it's just my feelings.

Ignoring the prejudices that were lingering in my heart, I immediately set foot following the three of them entering the house. Because too long outside these nights makes my hair creep. It was as if someone was watching me from the darkness.

I went straight to the kitchen, about to make warm tea for guests, also Raihan mas who is currently still in the bathroom.

We passed by the kitchen door. I stared at his face intensely. Who knows, he's a ghost in disguise.

"Why, Deck? How come, see how big it is?" tanyanya felt strange .

"This is Mas Raihan, right?" I asked back, poking her cheeks.

"You're nothing, anyway." Mas Raihan grabbed my hand, then landed a kiss on the forehead, before passing by Bryan in the living room.

It was successful in making me feel bad. Every sweet thing he did never failed to make me flinch.

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I chose to watch TV in the room, after dropping off some treats on our guests. I don't know why Bryan often has business with my husband.

A strange feeling is always present in the heart when the eyes are focused on looking at me. Does he have a problem with me? I don't feel wrong with him either.

Clik.

I blame the television for driving away boredom.

"Astaghfiullah!" pekikku, when live television shows featuring sadistic scenes of black creatures that are preying on someone. Where the prey is a boy.

The black creature held the head with its large right hand, then its body in its left hand. Then pull it in different directions.

Crats!

The sound that was made was so loud. As real as it sounds in the ears. The boy's head and body were instantly separated with blood already gushing out in all directions.

It was certain, the boy was instantly killed with his head already rolling on the ground. It reminded me of the boy's head the other day.

My reflexes immediately smothered my mouth that was already wide open, about to scream. I want to close my eyes. I can't bear to see that sadistic thing.

But like something stuck, to make it hard to be closed. Instead of being closed, my eyelids just widen.

My body was completely limp, unable to move even if it just turned off the savage television broadcast.

"Dad!!"

A warm touch on my shoulder, made me flinch. I immediately grabbed the sturdy body of Raihan mas who had been there since when it was beside me.

"You crying?" tanyanya, sound worried.

I can't remember when my tears started to flow. Both my cheeks are wet. Just wanted to cry for now.

The screams of pain, the blood splattered, also the face of the owner of the head kept swirling in my brain.

I'm actually why?

This kind of incident I've never experienced before. Sure enough, if anything goes wrong with my eyes. And the place I live right now.

Mas Raihan stroked the softness of my trembling back. His gentle touch made my heart calmer. Until I was able to neutralize the fear within.

"Why are you, Dek?" Mas Raihan loosened his arms.

Looking at my puffy face, the mimic of question marks was engraved clearly on his face. My hands pointed towards the television. And it makes the wrinkles on Raihan's forehead look clearer.

"What, Deck?"

"Playing TV is so serem, Mas," I whine. Not taking your eyes off Raihan at all.

He turned his head, but the look on his face still looked the same, "Are you avoiding? The nightmare?"

Of course I gawked.

Didn't he see that creepy show?

"I haven't slept yet. Yes, there are people who dream first before going to bed. Mas this giman—" my description stops, when reflex turns the head to look at the TV screen.

"Who? How dead?" connect, confused.

"From that TV died, Dek," said Raihan, lightly.

"But ... The remote I brought, Mas. There's no way the TV died on its own. Is it broken, huh?"

"Here you are, you are tired the most, so go everywhere. I'm tired too. Sleep, yuk?"

"But, Mas? My eyes can't look wrong. And I'm not getting any more hush either. Everything I see is real, Mom. Something seems wrong with this house. How about tomorrow—"

I wasn't done chirping, the soft snoring suddenly diverted my attention. I breathed heavily when I found out that Raihan was sleeping first. He could have fallen asleep so fast.

What do you think I'm a broken radio? Again seriously the story even left to sleep. Huh!

Soon crawled, I approached Raihan. Then put yourself on the side, hiding the body under the blanket while holding it. I felt a pair of eyes lurking around us.

Why do they keep terrorizing me? Even my husband and son never got distracted at all. What do they really want?

Various questions came to mind, until I went to the subconscious, the question never found the answer.