The Tomb Next to the House

11. Inner Eye

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"Assalamu'alaikum .. "greetings, knock on the door of the house next door.

This is the third time I have knocked while saying hello. They've been out a long time. Don't know if my leg is sore.

My hands that challenged food had started to tingle. I took the initiative to thank the next-door neighbor for helping me yesterday, by bringing some of my cooking today.

Chequek.

The door finally opened. My face that was originally jutek, instantly turned bright.

"Eh, Via? Please enter. Sorry long. Again busy cleaning up," some Yati who had appeared from behind the half-opened door.

"Yes, it's okay."

Upon entering the house, a strange air suddenly enveloped. Maybe I'm not used to the house, I thought.

"I brought food. As much as I want to thank you for helping me here." I offered the rantang to Yati.

"Together, Via. It is our duty to help the neighbors. No need to bother everything. Every day can also. Hehe."

When Yati came to the kitchen, I decided to look around her house for a bit. Neat and clean, that was my impression after seeing it in more detail. Until something on that table distracts me.

I looked at the picture carefully. In the photo is Yati, a man I thought was her husband, and a boy.

The center of my attention is the face of this boy like a stranger. But where did I meet him?

The head!

Heads up at the kitchen and the television show last night. Yeah, this is the kid I saw.

Holy hooch! Don't-don't ...

"Via!!"

"Astagfirefull!" I screeched holding onto my chest while turning around as someone patted me hard on the shoulder.

"Yati?! Just ngagetin!" my murmur, set the rhythm of the heart that suddenly beats unbecoming.

"Don't daydream. Are you a hobby or something? Their pantes like to bother you."

"They?" Feeling ambiguous with Yati's words just now.

Yati looks wrong. Like he had leaked something he knew.

"Sit down, Via."

We sat next to each other on one of the couches. There were already two glasses of warm tea, as well as some snacks on the table. The account does not even know since when Yati prepared all this.

"Yat .." call me to open the conversation, for we have been silent for a while.

"Yes, Via?"

"Oh, that's a picture of our little family."

"That boy?"

"He Bagas. Our son."

"Well, our kids are both guys. Anytime can dong acquaintance with Althaf. He likes to have new friends."

"A good idea. But, unfortunately Bagas is dead, Via."

Deg.

"Pardon me. I didn't mean—"

"What no. Understand if you just ask. Bagas died from being crushed by the tomb next to your house."

Again I was surprised by it. My guess is not wrong. The damn television show was also proven. Do I have to believe that the tomb actually ate the tumbar?

"B-but how can it? I always deserve to be distracted. I also saw Bagas a few times." I lowered my tone at the end of the sentence.

"What-what?!" Netra Yati is widening.

"Actually all this time I always get terror from the subtle creatures. I think they're the waiters for the house I live in. But it's very disturbing. They often show their form in front of me. Also black creature yang—"

"Can't be. People who have lived in the house on average get disturbed, so no one feels at home living there. But only sound and shadow. No one saw the creature." Yati looked at me in wonder.

"Are you indigo?" Yati brought her face closer.

I almost laughed at that question.

Just be right. I who always think rationally would never think of having such a thing. Even I still can't believe some of the disturbances I've been through are caused by the subtle creatures waiting for the house.

All I know is that our world is different. As long as we do not disturb each other, everything will be peaceful, even if we live side by side.

"Have you ever bathed in Sendang Wangi?"

The successful question made my face stiffen. Yati could see the look on my changed face easily.

"I guessed it," guessed it.

"Why indeed?"

"That's one of the bans in this village, Via."

"Is a bath a ban?" my question, a little bit angry.

Yati snorted, "That is forbidden to bathe in Sendang Wangi. Who would dare to shower there. His eyes will open. If the person is strong enough to see things that have never been seen before, it doesn't matter. But if it's not strong, that person can go crazy. Even worse, he would kill himself. The astral beings here are not fooling around, Via."

OMG! Do I have to believe this? So, my inner eye is open?