PONDEROUSLY
A Small Thing And A Big Ship

A man who was doing salutation then lowered his hand. Then he reached into the contents of his small bag. Take out a gold colored kris. Which looks small. And visible along his palm. There was an engraving attached to the body of the golden-colored keris. Then the man showed Christine a small kris that was placed in her palm at this time.

"Queen. A few days ago, at night this thing came to me. At that moment I was asleep. Suddenly she was in my closet. The closet shook violently. So that I wake up. But when I held it for the first time, it felt so hot on my skin. And my emotions came - came to a head. Feeling like getting angry and hurting others." The man's story to christine.

Christine smiled creepily.

"Then, what's your purpose in saying that to me?". Ask christine sharp.

"Sorry queen. I just want to know, is this thing safe with me? Will it be mine?". Ask the man curious.

Christine laughed shrillly. His voice to deafen the eardrum of yerim and the three men who are visiting the house of Christine at this time.

Yerim was slightly aghast at his mother's strange expression. Instantly dancing - nari in his mind a lot of questions. In the eyes of the yerim his mother had increasingly strange behavior. Jerim did not understand what his mother's current actions meant to her guests.

Christine's shrill laughter arrived - suddenly gone. His eyes stared intently at the man who asked him earlier.

"You heard well, young man. Plug your ears! Because I won't repeat my words a second time." Christine said firmly.

The man who asked just now nodded his head quickly. The fear in his heart was now starting to surface. He was afraid that Christine would hurt him. He was afraid that his words would offend Christine. For all he knows, a Christine does not like to be a little wrong. And that could make Christine exterminate something that offends her.

"Good queen." The man replied short.

Christine thumped hard. Christine's voice began to sound creepy to her guests. Likewise with jerim. Anxiety began to overwhelm his heart.

"That thing you got is a magical thing. If indeed you will still be the master of that thing then he will always be with you until the end of your life. If you're not his master and he doesn't suit you then that thing will disappear from you. Then leave you." Christine.

"What does it mean to be a fool with me?". Ask the man again.

Christine smiled cynically.

"If it's still on your side, it means you're a match. But if you die, it will go away on its own. And choose a new master who is still from your descendants. You understand?!". Christine said a little.

The man trembled slightly hearing Christine's voice. There is actually a lot he wants to ask. But because Christine's attitude is very creepy, making her so afraid to ask questions again. So that he undoes his intention to ask the question he wants to ask again.

"Fathom the queen." Answer's short.

Christine turned her gaze towards the courtyard of her house. Then he smiled. Both of his senses of vision were like catching an interesting thing that stole his attention. So the three men looked at the courtyard of Christine's house. And the eyes of the three men arrived - wide open. Like being stunned and staring in amazement at something they saw.

But not for jerim. He didn't see anything. The courtyard of his house in the eyes of Yerim looks empty. Nothing special caught his attention. Not what his mother and the three men who were visiting Christine's house saw.

Christine turned her eyes to Jerim. He saw his daughter sitting next to him. A smile of Christine was seen rising from the look on her face. Making Yerim conscious and a little confused because of his mother's gaze.

Christine pointed to the courtyard of her home with her left forefinger. The yerim eyeball followed the index finger of his mother's left hand, which was pointing to the courtyard of their home.

"You can see, son? There's something there. Something big." Christine.

Jerim rounded his eyes. Trying to find something big, which his mother had just said. Then he rubbed - I rubbed both of his eyelids. Then he turned his eyes back. Look for - look for the big thing his mother said earlier. But nil. Jerim saw nothing. Nothing was caught by his sense of sight. Only the blank pages are caught by the netra yerim.

Jerim looked at his mother. He shook his head.

"There is no mother. I don't see anything in our yard. What did you see?". Just ask plain yerim.

The three men then looked closely at Jerim. See the interaction between the child and the mother who is present in front of them.

Christine smiled cynically. Christine looked at the three men in front of her.

"Can you see 'what do I see'? In my yard." Christine asked the three men who were her current guests.

The three men nodded their heads in unison.

"Well queen, I can see her." Answer one of the three men who visited Christine's house.

"And you two?". Ask christine.

"The queen's name." Answer them simultaneously.

Christine saw her daughter. The confusion that still struck the yerim in the eyes of Christine that radiated through the look of the face of the yerim.

"In the courtyard was a large ship. The ship seems to be sailing and passing through our yard, son." Christine's light.

Jerim scrunched his forehead.

"Ship? Is that mom's boat? But really I don't see anything in our yard. No one's passing by mom." Answer yerim.

Christine laughed again. Ah, it feels like yerim's eardrum really will break if Christine laughs like that again later. What's more yerim is very close to the position of his body with christine. Sure oes. Jerim was sitting beside his mother. Hence the shrill laughter sound of Christine was clearly heard within her eardrums.

"Later I'll explain to you what a ship is. And take it easy, my daughter, you'll see what I see. You have a wangsit. You just can't control it yet. Later I'll teach you how to train your supernatural superiors, my son." Christine as she whispered.

Faint - faint sounds of christine were heard in the ears of the three men. Although not very clear. And the curiosity from their hearts was answered already about who the true figure of the jerim was. Jerim is the son of Christine. And have wangsit.

"What's? Wangsit?!" Shouted them for a moment.