TUMBAL NURSING HOME

CHAPTER 83 MOVING NATURE.

The doctor came to Sintia's room, to examine her and prescribe medication. That day Sintia was allowed to leave the hospital, and only needed to take drugs from doctors. Apparently Adit is still there to make sure the condition of Sintia is completely recovered. Even Sintia's mother was very grateful, because Adit as a police officer always accompanied their daughter.

"Then I decided to go back to Jakarta. Regarding the case of the disappearance of Sintia's friends, let me coordinate with the local police. I will continue to monitor and investigate this case, because it seems like the case leads to a mystical thing. If anything happens your father or mother can contact me." Adit said while giving a business card.

"Thank you sir, for wasting your time keeping our son safe." Sintia's mother said with teary eyes.

"Sir police, do you know Rania and Ayu? Please ask them to come to me immediately. I was afraid something would happen to my three friends. I have had nightmares about them a few times. As if I really was in that place, I don't want to go back there sir!" Sintia cried with tears.

Sintia's mother immediately hugged her child, and wiped away her tears. The mother was anxious after hearing her daughter's story. He said he would find a smart person who understands the supernatural world, to free his daughter from her inner trauma.

"You take it easy, Sintia, your mother will do everything for you. I will also give you a message to them. I hope one of them can help you first. Because both Rania and Mbak Ayu both have busy lives. I'm sorry to leave now, because there's another job to take care of." Pungkas Adit while shaking the hand of Sintia and her family.

After that Sintia assisted her mother began to pack. Occasionally Sintia inhales the scent of seven flowers accompanied by the smell of frankincense. He shuddered and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Mom... Why every time you inhale this aroma, Sintia so remember with the nursing home. There are things that Sintia has not told her about her great grandmother. Is it true that her grandmother's father was named Siti? If this is true, then there is a mystery behind it all. The arrival of Sintia and her friends is no coincidence." Sintia said as she clasped her mother's hand.

"Maybe they suffered the same fate as your friends?" Imbuh Sintia's mother with a trembling voice.

"Sintia also does not know ma'am, because the whereabouts of friends is not clear where. Two of my five friends say goodbye to the city, but until now Sintia did not know where they were. Even one of them, reportedly in the search for the police because it disappeared. Then what if Sintia's other friends also disappear like father and uncle?" Chirps Sintia bowed lethargic.

The mother and son hugged each other and strengthened themselves. There was a knock on the door that shocked the two. A nurse asked the mother to redeem a prescription at a hospital dispensary. Before her mother left, Sintia was asked to wait in her room until her mother returned.

Just a few minutes after her mother left. Sintia's attention was distracted by the thing rolling in the hallway. A three-year-old boy was playing a small ball. Sintia helps to retrieve the ball, but the ball continues to roll to the front of the park that is right in front of his room. The ball goes into the bushes. Sintia reached her hand in to take the ball. He groped into the deep part of the thick grass, but he had trouble reaching it. His body was pushed towards the deep part of the dense grass, but he suddenly felt a chill around his palm. Until he really felt something was pulling his hand inside. He rounded both eyes as soon as he saw a black figure with a red eyeball in front of his eyes. A black figure that has black hand skin with long nails that scratch part of his wrist. It easily pulled his body into a dark place, with a thick, stuffy smell of moss as if there was no fresh air there. Even Sintia was unconscious because of the fear that was too great to master it.

The mother rushed back to the room. He found his daughter was no longer there, only the remaining items were lying on the floor. He asked the people outside, and a three-year-old boy pointed towards the front garden. Unsuspecting the mother walked into the park, she looked in all directions and saw no one there. He scratched his head without itching, confused to find where his daughter was.

From a distance a pair of eyes peered behind the wall. He grinned at the sight of Sintia's mother screaming hysterically calling her daughter's name repeatedly. As if there was satisfaction in seeing the suffering of the woman, she walked closer and closer. Pretending to care and greeting her, he smiled cunningly at the woman in front of him in a panic. It turned out that he was very happy to know that Sintia suddenly disappeared, and left his mother without saying goodbye.