TUMBAL SEVENTH

Freer

The tense days have passed. My husband and I are lying in the hospital. Our condition is still weak after receiving extraordinary torture from Hendarto and Rudi.

The two savage men had died, because running away after seeing the appearance of Maya that changed shape is very terrible. Hendarto fell into the ravine near the abandoned villa where we were both confined at the time. While Rudi, fell, right in the area of his heart was stuck in a pointy wooden stump and died instantly. Some of their men who were involved in the arrest of the two of us, have been detained at the police station. The case of Maya's death has been revealed, the culprit has received a fair reward. Life is paid for. Last night, Maya came to me in a dream, she smiled happily, then waved at me before finally disappearing into such a bright light.

*****

“How did you find me back then?” ask my man, after we were declared healthy and now at home. We were sitting quietly by the pool.

“Maya who tells everyone.”

I pulled away from his grip. Then I looked at my man's face. “So, now your sixth sense is also open again?”

“I think so,” he replied, “Maybe from now on we should start getting used to those who are invisible again. Not only us, but Bayu as well.”

“Hah?!” I was flabbergasted to hear it, “Bayu also opened again his inner eyes?” My husband nodded in confirming.

“Maybe, this is our destiny.” My man pulled my body back into his arms. I pad his side of his chest. He was busy stroking my hair.

“Kok, can, Bayu also open again his inner eye?” I asked while looking at my man's face.

“Yesterday saved us, right, Bayu and Mela. Maya led Bayu to where we were held,”, my husband said. At that time, I was unconscious. The hunger and the hunger are thirsty. Lack of fluids, so fainted for hours according to my husband. When conscious already in the hospital with a variety of tools attached to this body. Hence, I do not know how our rescue process is and who the savior is. For the most part, we escaped death and were still given salvation. Thank you, Lord, for the second chance.

****

“The house next door has sold out,” chirps Dad when we had dinner together at the dinner table.

“Oya?” sahut Mom.

“Hmmm, I saw someone new occupying the house next door. Her husband nyapa glance doang pas while nurunin goods from the car,” explained Dad.

“Pantesan, tonight the lights are very bright. There's already a four-year-old apparently.” Husband.

The house next door was indeed very luxurious and magnificent, but it had been empty for a long time. It has been sold for a long time, but only this time. Some times someone wants to buy, but for some reason until finally the buyer cancels unilaterally. From the news of the bird that I heard, it is said that the house next to the aura is negative. However, so far I have never felt that strange, anyway. I don't know if it hasn't.

*****

“I am very happy to finally be able to gather together again, Yang,” I said break the silence. When we were in the car after hanging out.

“I too, Ay. Very grateful yes, we are still given the opportunity to live,” my son said. I also put my head on his arm. I breathed in her scent which was like a sedative to me. He glanced at me briefly and commented on the smile, while his hands focused on the steering wheel.

The car stops when it gets in front of the fence. I'm down to open the fence. My steps slowed down when I heard the sound of crying from the direction of the next house.

“Why, Which?” ask man. I motioned him through hand movements to be quiet. I stepped slowly in front of the fence next door. My husband seemed curious, so he got out of the car and tailed.

“What's the matter, anyway?” whisper behind me.

I stopped the step. My husband stopped too. “You're sorry, something's crying?” shirihku. My husband was silent for a moment. Possibly hearing loss. Seconds later he nodded.

“We check yes, who knows people need help,” ask me. My man agreed. We slowly walked to the next house. Arriving in front of the fence, we monitor into the yard of the house. It looked like a long-haired girl was sitting hugging her knees behind a fence. The little girl was crying. I don't know what the cause is.

“Hai, whose name is it?” askaku while crouching trying to align the position.

“Nia,” the answer is short. His voice is still raucous.

“Why are gini nights outside? Why cry?” my boycotts.

“One-one if any,” jolt me.

“OK, sorry,” oozing my man.

“I'm distracted, not comfortable,” replied Nia.

“Tanggu ... how?” my question is not to understand. Nia looked down deeply, then shook her head. He doesn't seem to want a story.

“Yes, already, preferably Nia goes inside keep resting. It's too bad, it's gonna rain soon. Here, it's drizzling. Nia came in the house, yeah! We also want to enter the house,” said my husband. Nia nodded. We parted ways with Nia. I just got behind the door, it was raining so hard. My husband put his arm around this shoulder, then whispered, “Cuacanya supports.” I pinched her waist, she complained.

****

On this sunny morning I decided to jog around the complex. The leaves are still wet the rest of the rain last night, but the sun shines, the sky turns blue. A copy of our love. It also happens to be a holiday.

As my man and I passed by Nia's house. It was seen that both of Nia's parents were also preparing to jog. I also invited my husband to stop right in front of the fence, to wait for them. All of you want to get acquainted and talk about Nia last night. Poor that little girl.

“Morning, Mom, Sir,” my broom after they exited the fence. My husband just nodded kindly while commenting on the smile.

“Again,” reply they are compact. I introduced myself, followed by my husband. Now, I know the name of my new neighbor. Ms. Sania and Mr. Aditya.

“Sorry, yes, we haven't had time to chat. The plan anyway, after this jog we will just visit,” explained Bu Sania later.

“Oh, relax, Mom. We understand. His name is also new. Surely, very busy, yes,” I said.

“Yes, there you have it, Ms. Rania, Mas Tirta.” This time Mr. Aditya said.

“Oya, Where's Nia, Mom? Is he still sad? You see last night he cried there.” I pointed to the place where Nia cried last night. Ms. Sania and Mr. Aditya looked at each other. Their faces looked confused.

“Eum, sorry, Nia who, yes?” sahut Bu Sania's.

My husband and I looked at each other. There is a bad feeling in this heart. “Nia ... Child Mom and Dad, ‘kan?”

Mr. Aditya and Ms. Sania looked at each other, then looked at me. “Sorry, Madam Rania, but we have no children,” explained Bu Sania. I turned to look at my man. We were silent for a moment. Before the end, we agreed to end the conversation and choose to continue the activity.

“Yang, you saw last night right, Nia's sighting?” many ensure. And my husband nodded.

“Who is he exactly?” kuanyakul curious.

“Have it, don't think about it, darling.” Tirta rubbed this hair, still while running slowly.