The Tomb Next to the House

6. Empty Graveyard?

"Mas!" call me, see Raihan brought a black plastic out of the house. I'm spinning from behind. Where the hell is he going?

Mas Raihan headed towards the side yard of the house. Where the tomb is. From the plastic he took out a small pitcher and the flower I knew was a sesajen.

Just be right. It's like a demon worship.

"Mas?!"

"Gts ... Don't be noisy." Her index finger is placed on her lips.

He turned to the tomb again. Then lowered his head with a small moving mouth like a prayer. While sowing flowers continued by pouring the water in the jug.

What the fuck is my husband?

My heart was moved to look at the wooden gravestone there. Who was buried here. Was his family unable to properly bury him at the funeral?

I crouched down beside Raihan who was still solemnly praying. I turned my head so I could see the gravestone clearly.

Whahuh? Empty?

Not even on his headstone was written anything. At a minimum, what is the name of the person buried there. Well, this must be the wits of the citizens here. Why would they put an empty tomb in my yard?

"Mas!" I pat my husband's shoulder.

He just kept quiet not responding. I timidly looked towards him. Worried Raihan turned into a dedemit.

The set!

Huft, my guess is wrong. At least the one beside me is still the husband I love the most.

"Come on, Dek," he asked, pulling my hand.

"Eh?" I followed his quick steps.

After coming out of the yard, Raihan slowed his pace, then stopped.

"Cock, stop, Mas?" my many.

Mas Raihan was silent, his attention was centered on someone.

"Eh, Bryan? Where are you going?" asked Raihan when he met the young man.

It's only right that Raihan ignored my question.

"You go to the sideyan house," he replied as he glanced at me.

Ih, what the hell is that young man.

"Oh, come. Let's just talk inside" my husband.

Once I saw some residents doing their activities outside the house, I also threw a smile at them. It seems true said Raihan. I just haven't gotten used to this new environment.

After putting down some treats, I intend to resign to continue my work. But Raihan prevents. He told me to sit down and listen to their conversation.

Actually I was lazy to see Bryan who always looked at me strangely. She's why the hell?

"Regarding some of the restrictions in this village. And also the tomb next to your house." Bryan opened the conversation.

"I hope no one asks you anything about both. What else to find out more about the tomb. All you have to know is to respect every rule in this village."

"Well, Bryan boy. We will respect every rule in this village."

"Don't call, son. Maybe I'm the same age as you guys," he said.

Be honest. I'm appalled.

His face looks very young. I even thought he was 10 years younger than me. Don't judge by the cover.

"Oh, sorry. How old is sampeyan now?" ask Raihan.

"35 years."

Just be right. His age exceeds ours. I was 2 years younger than Raihan. Where he is now only 30 years old.

"Well, it turns out you're a lot older than us. So you're already married?" Mas Raihan is instantly in his familiar mode. After the awkwardness vanished, thinking Bryan's age was older than ours.

"I am a widower."

" Have a child?"

"Yet. But wanted. Hehe."

"Any candidate?"

"no one yet. But I've found someone who's caught my eye." Bryan looked at me.

I'm pecking on the spot. What the fuck is that naughty look?

"Then get married quickly. Let's get momongan soon."

"Yes, Mas. As soon as." Bryan smiled meaningfully. Makes me shudder just cringe.

"I'm going to the kitchen first."

I hurried to avoid Bryan's already very disturbing gaze.

She's why, anyway? Does he want to take me to play the show? Nope, no. Just be right.

I immediately gave up the bad thoughts, then continued the work that had been delayed. However, the sound from inside the bathroom shifted my focus.

"Al's? You're home yet?" I asked, thinking it was Althaf's voice. But there's no answer.

What not a cat?

I approached the bathroom whose door was closed.

Tok Tok's.

"Who's inside?" I asked while knocking on the door.

Again there is no answer.

I decided to turn the door knob slowly.

Chequek.

"Kyaaaa .... !"