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Prologues

DISCLAIMER: This story is just a fiction. When there is a similarity of place, name, and also story is just coincidence and there is no element of intentionality.

The memory happened one night in June. On that dry night, the heat suddenly turned cold. Mosquitoes that roam instantly disappear and make the night more clear. That night was just one night more and more silent. That night was just one lonely dry night. At that time Yoga was nine years old and was again hospitalized in a hospital.

The hospital hallway was in a dim state of being a silent witness to the incident. Almost no other sounds were heard except the breathing of the patients in the room with him, the sound of the clock ticking or the sounds of the night animals wandering for prey. In the eyes of the sisters or the families of patients who occasionally pass through the hallway, there is nothing strange. For them, everything is normal.

But some were left out of their eyes. Something invisible that can penetrate the thick walls of the hospital. No, not the pale girl holding the doll by the hallway or the poor souls sitting waiting for their comatose bodies in the ICU room. The invisible creature hovered following the dimly lit passage. Believe me, if he passes you, then the air you will feel will cool down, the feathers I sit standing on, and you will experience endless restlessness. The creature seemed to choose the room he wanted to enter.

In room 33, little Yoga began to fidget. Cold sweat started flowing from his forehead. His breathing felt tight and he started to panic!

The attack scared him to death. A moment of this attack held his breath to come out of his channel which frightened him. He really can't breathe normally. The lungs are constricted, unable to draw or exhale air out of the body. A pain well recorded in his memory. Just like a bad memory he will never forget.

"Ma... Ma! MOM!!!" he screamed between gasps of breath. However, Mama Yoga who fell asleep as if there was no movement to wake up from a deep sleep.

The cold began to pierce through the door of the room, flowing like water towards the Yoga bed. Slowly climb up the bed. Little yoga is getting scared and unable to breathe freely. The air seemed to be stuck in his neck, trying to launch a choked breathing. The little yoga tried to calm itself down while the cold had gone under his blanket. He tried to reach for the inhaler on his bedside table. But it was too late for him. Two long-fingered, sharp-nailed old hands came out from under her blankets and strangled Yoga's neck.

Little yoga is screaming. There was no sound coming from her lips, her breathing was intermittent, she moved her legs to grab the hands of her mother who was asleep near her feet. But all that is useless, Mama sleeps well.. While the two sinister hands begin to show who he is to little Yoga. A woman with white hair covered part of her head. His eyes were white and almost out of the skull hole. The wrinkles on his face made his skin seem to sag.

Sharp nails pierced through the neck Yoga yanag inflicted deep wounds. Blood started to drip from the wound. Little Yoga looked at the white eyes before him, showing hope that he would not die right now.

Unexpectedly Yoga that night was able to survive. What followed was that her mother woke up, called the doctor, and then the hunchback disappeared instantly in her shadow. Some hard later Yoga recovered and was able to go home to the house he had missed. He did not recount the incident, because he was afraid of being stamped as a big mouth by his parents. Not that he likes to lie, just that he likes to imagine excessively and it makes him like to say big so that everyone pays attention to him.

For the first time, Yoga was admitted to the hospital because of relapsing asthma. It was that night that the hunchback grandmother came to Yoga for the first time. And he always comes every time Yoga asthma attacks him.

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