When the Wife of the Dough Changed
THE WEIRD LEVEL OF MY WIFE CHAPTER 2
Jaka took off a hug from Asih, staring at the woman at a glance. I did not hear the whisper of the woman at all. His gaze turned into a house that felt empty and silent.
“Let's go inside, Mas!“
Jaka nodded, taking the bag he had just placed next to him. It helps to carry a smaller bag.
As soon as he entered the room, Jaka's eyes looked at the wall of the board that looked dirty and seedy. In the corners of the room there are piles of sand that are like not swept.
Jaka sat on the stretched mat. Sweep the part where you want to sit first. Very sandy.
He looked at the lights that were burning up there. Several times it twinkled and also dimmed. Like it's been on for too long and never replaced.
Why this dirty? Did his wife never clean up?
He saw Asih who was closing the door with his small bag in the woman's hand.
“Where is our son, Dik?“ ask Jaka at the end.
“She's in the bedroom.“
“Sleep, yes? I miss him so much. From birth never met. Mas want to see, Dik.“
“Do not!“
Jaka's brows were linked, his raised body was about to rise from sitting at a sudden stop. It was surprising to see his wife's behavior.
“D—dia just fell asleep, because she had a fussy time.“
“Maghrib like this sleep?“
“Yes, crying continues from earlier, Mas, hard to cuddle. So don't bother first.“
“Ya already then.“ Jaka circled around the room again. “If Mak Ida where? Mas also wants to meet with Mom.“
“Mak to the village next door, where his friend. The day after new home.“
Jaka nodded. He got up from his seat. While Asih went to their room to put her husband's bag.
Jaka said he had not prayed Maghrib. He went to the bathroom. Passed through the previous two rooms. One room where he and Asih used to sleep and next to him the room contained Mak Ida.
As Jaka passed through that little open room. The tail of his eyes accidentally saw something strange.
His steps stopped, and he looked up. Staring from the small gap of the door that was not closed tightly. There was a long white haired old woman in a cloth skirt while combing her hair. She looks like Mak Ida.
But, didn't Asih just say Mak Ida was going to the village next door?
For a moment, Jaka was glued. Open the door slowly.
“Ngapain, Mas?“
He flinched, turned his head, saw his wife was already behind him.
“Anu, Dik, was there..“ Jaka opened the door to Mak Ida's room wide. Look at an uninhabited room. There's only a closet and a bed for Ida.
“What's up?“ Stooping his head, not seeing anything.
“Tadi, Mas see No Mak here.“
“Mak? Earlier, right, Asih said that Mak to the village next door, Mas. There can't be here.“
“Iya, hence Mas also wonder.“ Jaka scratched his head. But he had actually seen Mother Ida. Is it just hallucinations?
“Mas soy sauce possible, because of the long journey. Plus miss the same Mak, so imagine. Take a shower already!“
“Iya may,” tukas Jaka nodded. “Yes already, Mas shower first. It also happens not to pray maghrib.“
The sharpness of Asih's face suddenly changed, his eyes staring intently at Jaka.
“Why, Sister? Have you prayed?“
Asih shook his head, now his eyes seemed empty and unfriendly.
“You can't pray?“
“Iya,” replied the woman was flat.
“Ya already.“ Jaka leaves Asih who still continues to look at him until lost behind the kitchen door.
The men go into the bathroom. Almost slipped because of the mossy floor. Fortunately, he was holding on to the water.
Slippery as if never in a brush.
He picked up a brush lying in the corner of the bathroom. Lift it up and then brush the slippery sides.
He noticed, something came out of the brush as Jaka brushed the floor. His eyes squinted, something that wriggled and moved successfully made him shudder in horror.
Jaka flipped the brush. Dozens, ah no! Maybe hundreds of maggots filled the brush to make him nauseous instantly.
He hastily flushed the brush with water from the tub. I don't know what happened to the brush until it was inhabited by many maggots.
Jaka undoes the intention to brush the bathroom in the end. Maybe, later he will buy a new brush first.
After taking a shower, Jaka moved to his room. He saw Asih lying with his son in the woman's arms.
Jaka sighed, choosing to perform his maghrib prayer first before the time was completely up. Maybe the woman was exhausted.
He looked for a prayer mat, but could not find it in this room. Want to ask, surely Asih will not answer. Getting up is hard too.
Finally Jaka unpacked his bag and took the prayer mat from there. Spread it out facing a cupboard with glass in the middle.
“Allahu Akbar.“
Jaka read al-fatihah solemnly'. But somehow it felt like someone was watching him. The tip of his eyes glanced at someone sitting on their knees in the corner of the room.
Jaka chose not to discuss it, his prayer he continued.
Go into the ruku, bow down, sit down the initial tasyahud and get back up.
“Allahu Akbar.“
“Allahu Akbar.“
Deghs
Jaka's heart pounded loudly when he heard a soft sound like a whisper from behind him. His al-fatihah spoke with trembling lips.
He gulped with great difficulty. Right in front of him there is a mirror from the middle cupboard. A white figure wearing a mukena appeared to join the worship behind him.
His mouth softly uttered a string of prayer sentences. The figure followed his voice. Inaudible, just a whisper that feels noisier in the ear.
Jaka's prayers are interrupted, he is no longer solemn'. But still trying to continue. As he prostrated, there was the sound of knees hitting the floor from behind him. The figure followed his movements.
Neutralize the fear. Occasionally Jaka closed his eyes. Until we got to the final tasyahud seat. Jaka breathed a sigh of relief as the whisper was no longer heard.
He opened his eyes. Right in front of the prayer mat the figure of an old woman was moving and crawling towards him.
Jaka closed his eyes again. His heart ran along with his mouth to speed up the reading. As soon as the greeting ended he quickly looked forward.
There's none.
There's nobody there.
He breathed a sigh of relief, sitting down weakly.
“Yes Allah!“ he said in shock when he saw Asih sitting while cuddling the baby, but with eyes glaring at him.
“Dik, make a surprise.“ Jaka approached, he was stunned for a moment to stop his movements that wanted to approach Asih. The woman did not move from her position at all.
The night was getting late, maghrib had run out. The sound of animal sounds from the garden next to the house was rather creepy for Jaka. Especially in a strange position like this.
“Asih!“ call him again with outstretched hands touching Asih hands that still feel very cold like ice cubes. Jaka even shivered as he held it.
What's wrong with his wife?
“Dik!“
Eyes blinked. His gaze was straight forward with his tail eyes looking towards the male. Suddenly the man's hair stood up.
“Mas,” call Asih with same position.
“Y—ya.“
“Close your prayer mat, Mas!“
Jaka's eyebrows are raised, then he closes the prayer mat and folds it. Put it with the origin in the clothesline of the room along with the holster he wears. He looked at Asih who was also looking at him.
What strange situation is this? Jaka felt intimidated.
Jaka then sat down next to Asih. The woman remains in the same position. Their son sleeps in his lap while his whole body is covered in rags. Feeling strange, Jaka was moved to open the cloth.
However, instantly his hand was held back by Asih.
Asih. Her ears are raised in front of her lips. “Sst... she's still sleeping don't be disturbed!“
“Mas ... just want to see.“
Asih shook her head, clutching Jaka's hand firmly. “I just put him to bed.“
“But his face is covered in cloth, later he can not breathe.“
“Indeed once he sleeps. If not, wake up.“
Jaka glanced at Asih.
“Better Mas follow Asih outside,” Asih said while putting their child on the bed.
The man did not answer, he continued to look at his son. It's a little strange to see that the rag doesn't move up and down. It was as if her son was no longer breathing.
“Mas!“ This time Asih called out with great emphasis. Gripping his hand firmly with widened eyes.
EXPIRE
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