TUMBAL SEVENTH

Sesajen In Kolong Bed Tania

“Nak, that's your arm why?” ask the father who just realized that my hand was bandaged.

“Eum, it just fell and my arm hit the bookshelf, Dad.”

“Have been treated?” I answered with a nod while pursing my lips.

“What need we to see doctor?”

“Not done, Dad. It's just a small wound. Already given antibiotics the same red medicine earlier in UKS.”

“OK, but if anything later tell dad, yes!” Again, I just nodded. After lowering me in front of the gate, Dad went back to the office. Worked.

Standing in front of the gate of the house, thinking about the incident at the school earlier. Especially thinking about the peculiarities of Tirta's attitude.

Grek!

The sound of a bicycle being jagged right in front of me stood up, suddenly making me wake up from the daydream.

“Tirta,” hisisku. Then hurried to open the gate. However, my arm was blocked. Trying to fight, but my strength is strong.

“Please!” my jolt, looking at him sharply. But he's flinching.

“Listen to my explanation first!” he said with a flat expression.

“What is this?” asked Mr. Ramat the gardener in my house from behind the gate and looked at the two of us with a sharp look. Tirta let go of his hand and left.

You weird guy.

“Nothing, kok Pak.” I'm trying to explain. Then passed from in front of Ramat.

“You better be careful with that boy!” The words of Mr. Ramat made my steps stop. Then look towards Ramat.

“What's the matter, Sir?” my question while frowning. Wonder why everyone says that. Is Tirta that dangerous.

However, Mr. Ramat instead of answering, he passed. Go awayl.

Why is everyone in this village acting so strange. Bizarre, trying stupid. Then get inside the house.

When I entered the house, Mbok Tini was lying in the living room. Shut up without a word, he didn't even answer my greetings. His hands were busy wiping the table.

“Mbok, where's Tania?” I try to break the silence.

“In his room,” the answer is short, expressionless.

“Thank you, Mbok,”. But let alone answer, nod not.

Passed away from Mbok Tini who was berberes. Climbing the stairs to the second floor, see Tania in her room. However, when I opened the door to her room, I didn't find Tania there.

“Tania! Deck!” call me while checking into all corners of the room. However, no one said.

A few moments later I heard the sound of the closet door opening slowly. As I turned my head turned out to be right, Tania's wardrobe door opened slowly. Like being opened by someone from inside.

I'm pecking, waiting for who opens out. Before long a head poked from inside made me cry hysterically. Bummer.

“This is me, Brother,” Tania said in a whisper.

“Yes God, Deck. What's in there? Just make a big brother. Brother thinks ghosts!” cerocos. Then sit on Tania's bedside. Chest stroking, stabilizing erratic heartbeat.

“Ma’afkan Tania, Sis. Tania doesn't mean to scare Brother,” she explained, while also sitting next to me. And now we sit side by side.

“Why are you hiding there, Dek? Strangely enough!”

“I'm scared, Brother.”

“Fear the same what?” I'm just impatient.

“Sama Mbok Tini's. The person is strange and serem,” explained Tania, while struggling on this arm. Although I was scared, I tried to calm him down. Act like I'm brave so Tania doesn't get scared.

Tania nodded, then I got up from my seat and swung my steps to my own room. When I got to the doorway of his room, he ran after me. Whine asking to come to my room. Afraid to be alone, he said.

“OK, come!” take me later. After not persuading him.

*** 

Every night I would accompany my sister in her room. Before he fell asleep, I had not moved into my own room.

I waved my hand in front of my brother's face. Check he's asleep or not. After I made sure he had wandered in the dreamland, I went to my own room.

Arriving in my own room, I laid down on the bed. I seem to have forgotten something, but what? Thinking hard trying to remember something that stuck the mind earlier.

I finally remembered that I hadn't closed Tania's bedroom door. Rise from sleep inched down and then to the next room. Tania's Room. And right, I haven't closed the door.

As I pulled the door shut, my tail caught something under Tania's bed that caught my attention. So I expressed my intention to close the door. Then go in and make sure what things are under Tania's bed.

The smell of incense filled the room with shades of pink and blue. Smoke billowed from the burning charcoal inside a kite, a plate made of clay. It was placed under my sister's bed.

While in addition to the serve containing incense that is burned there is a glass of water in which there are various flowers. More precisely it may be a seven-figure flower.

I don't know who put the offerings under my sister's bed, and I don't know what the purpose is.

I immediately got up from the squat. So rushed to the room father intended to tell him.

“What's the night to dad's room?” asked Dad after opening the door of his room after I knocked repeatedly earlier.

“Sini Well, I want to show you something,” I said as I pulled my arm, to Tania's room.

“What's up?” ask dad, tailing behind me.

“Later also I know,” I replied, still while pulling Dad's arm. Walked hurriedly to Tania's room.

However, strangely when he reached Tania's room, the offerings were no longer there. Even the smell of incense that had filled this room was no longer smelled. Bizarrely. Where was the disappearance of the offerings?

“What do you want to show dad?”

“Eum, ta-tadi there is a kind of offerings, Well,” I explained while pointing under Tania's bed. Dad was also squatting to make sure. Then shake.

“Nothing, Rania. Underneath net.”

“But there was, Dad. Really, Rania doesn't lie.”

“Yes, but now where is the evidence? There's nothing there.”

“Perhaps it has been cleaned the same Mbok Tini, Yah.”

“Mbok Tini it every ba’da isya he returned to his home, Rania. In this house after 7 pm there is no one else but the three of us,” explained father.

“But, Yeah. Last ....”

“Already Rania, tired father. It's night we should sleep. It might just be your hallucination or you were dreaming.” Dad interrupted me quickly. Then go to his room after wiping and pecking at these heads.

I sighed in the display. Thinking hard, and sure that it was real was not a mere hallucination. Not a dream, I haven't slept for a while. So I can't possibly dream. But, in a matter of minutes can be lost offerings earlier.

I decided to check the entire room of this house, and the result was that there was no one else here. The staff disappeared without a trace. 

Continue checking the windows and doors, all locked properly. If someone enters, one of the doors or windows will open. I checked all the trash bins looking for the former offerings. Result nil. I didn't find either the container or the rest of the burn. Also with seven flowers apparently.

Bizarrely.

Was it true that I was just hallucinating?

But, it feels real. It can't be just a hallucination. I have even touched the kites and glasses that contain seven forms of flower water earlier.

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