The Tomb Next to the House
26. Bryan and Sekar
A cold, skin-piercing chill woke me up at midnight. Wake up with a blanket that has covered the chest to the tip of the foot. I don't know what happened to my clothes. Be somewhere they are.
For sure now I only rely on blankets to cover my innocent body. It's worth it cold. Trying to remember what happened to me before. I really don't remember anything.
Last thing I remember, Raihan and I had a big fight. Then everything just went dark. I think I fainted.
I'm the lyrics of Raihan sleeping behind me. He also only relied on a blanket to cover his burly body. Sorry, Mas. I have been lying a lot lately. It has disappointed you, until an unwanted misunderstanding like this occurs.
"Arghh. Trying to get out of bed trying to find a shirt to wear.
A little tricked into reaching the closet at the end of the room. My body feels all the pain. The head also feels a little dizzy. It seems like this is the effect of this damn inner eye. I fainted more often.
Srakk Srakk
The quiet and calm atmosphere made the sound from outside the house enter so clearly on my sense of hearing. Immediately put on full clothes, then check what is out there.
With steady steps, I approached the window of the room where the source of the voice had been heard. Waving the curtains a little, to peek at the yard of the house. Who knows it was the thief who started the action.
There was a black shadow that was crouching near the sacred tomb. The posture of the figure is like familiar in my memory. Even with her hair cut.
My thoughts were immediately on Bryan. Yeah, I'm sure that figure is Bryan, Mr. Kades' son. What's he doing there? At midnight like this? Is she healthy?
A few minutes while observing it, I just remembered the story of Yati about her best friend Sekar and wife Bryan who died suddenly after the cobul ijab.
Isn't that the tomb of Sekar? The woman who made the oath so that all villagers were affected. What happened to Sekar exactly?
There's no way a spirit can curse a citizen, right? Looks like something needs to be straightened out here.
Clik.
Suddenly the lights went out. I jumped out of my spot peeking.
"Mass? The lights off, here. Wake dong!" I crept up trying to reach the bed looking for my husband.
"Mas Raihan .." call me again.
How strange. The bed was right behind me. But I didn't reach it. This room even feels like an empty vacuum without a single object.
Taps.
Well, I found something—more precisely someone. Because what I'm holding up right now is hair.
"Mas ... This you?" I touched every inch of hair up to his face.
"Astaghfiullah!" I screamed when I realized that what I was holding was not my husband. I took a few steps back.
What was that?
The hair I felt felt felt long, tangled, and stiff. Like days of not being combed. Boro-boro, the smell was beyond the word musty. It seems the owner of the hair was lazy to take a bath. Even I could feel his face peeling from the touch of a fingertip.
Click!
The lights are back on.
I am grateful to breathe a sigh of relief. Spread the view to the corner of the room. This is my room, but it looks like something is different.
Holy hooch! Where is Raihan's mas?
Shocked when I realized my husband wasn't in bed. Did he leave the room when the lights went out?But didn't he wear no clothes? That's certainly not possible.
Suddenly my ears heard a heart-wrenching cry from the corner of the room. There stood a female figure wearing a white wedding dress standing behind me.
"Who was that?" manyu timid.
Even though I realized he was a ghost. At least I kept my manners by asking. I've never seen that ghost in this house. Is he a new breed?
Then what about the magical fence that Bagas said at that time?
I haven't thought about the answer to my question. The figure at the end there turns the face—more precisely head—without changing the position of his body. His fiery red eyes full of grudges stared straight into my net.
"Don't take my husband!" scream with a loud voice.
