The Tomb Next to the House
44. My husband is weird

Finished from the bathroom I was about to enter the room. But how shocked it was to feel that the door was locked from the inside.

Tok Tok Tok

"Mass? How is the door locked? I haven't come in yet!" my screams banged on the door.

A familiar sound enters the ear cavity. Erotic sighs and moans that make the atmosphere instantly heated up, knowing the ghost of the actor act again.

Tok Tok Tok

"Mas, open the door!" yell again.

"Or I'll—" My words stopped realizing something.

"Geez!" I ran towards the kitchen.

Turns out I forgot Surti's grandmother's message to sprinkle her salt around the house. The ghost of the actor is back again. Duh, stupid me.

I immediately grabbed the package, then ran out of the house. But not until this foot stepped on the terrace, the sound of open doors was heard from the direction of our room.

Chequek.

I looked back, Raihan healed his head. His face is so dumb

"Mas!" pekiku ran into the house again.

Mas Raihan who did not wear a thread also made me growl half-dead. Then crashing his body to squeeze into the room.

"Fucking ghost!" my hardik immediately threw the salt packet with all his might towards the ghost of the woman who was sleeping in the bed.

Whether due to the friction of the air that was too hard or the gravity that was too large, the plastic package opened and spilled all its contents on the body of the female ghost.

"Armghh!" a cry of pain from him suddenly published a smile on my face.

"Your train!" my sarcasm saw him writhing in pain.

"Gurgh!"

He kept shouting until it echoed throughout the room. But I don't care. The two netraku are busy looking for Raihan mas who suddenly disappeared somewhere.

"Mass?" call me out of the room.

"Where are you, Mas?"

"Who's looking, Dek?"

I was surprised by the sound from the front. A pair of eyelids opened perfectly watching Raihan who had just entered the house in full clothes.

I rubbed my eyes, making sure they were still functioning properly. Raihan walked towards me.

"Yariin Mas? Sorry, yes. I came home late."

"Where did Emang Mas come from?" many wonder.

"From outside."

"S-since when?"

"Since then" he answered lightly. It was so different from my mind that it was like a rollercoaster ride. Dizziness. Nausea anyway.

"But that was .. . In room .... "

"What are you talking about? I am tired of taking a shower first. Please prepare hot water for the bath, will you?" the door walked away to the middle room.

Immediately ignite the stove to cook water, then go to the room to check the ghost of the actor. Somehow it's going. My focus is divided into strange things.

"Eh? Ilang?" I didn't see anyone in the room.

I even looked at every corner. But didn't find anyone

"Alhamdulillah .. "my thanks.

My footsteps led me to the bed. Where the salt of Surti's grandmother spattered on it. What is this salt that makes the ghost of the actor disappear?

Not wanting to linger thinking about the uncertain answer, I was quick to clean the salt that was still a little so as not to be seen Raihan mas. Which would certainly question me with a dizzying array of questions.

Just feeling my life flow is dizzy, let alone telling it. The sound of a teapot of water licking scattered daydreams. I rushed to the kitchen and prepared hot water for Raihan.

"Mass? The hot water is ready" I said, waking up Raihan's sleeping on the couch.

"Enghb ... Yes, Deck. Take a shower first," he replied as he got up lazily.

Either I feel it or Raihan looks a little pale at the moment?

Ah, at most he's exhausted. I don't need negative thinking. Are not these eyes always unhealthy because they see things out of the ordinary too often?

After reassuring myself that things were back to normal, I headed to my room. I lay down on a soft bed and easily my mind crossed the subconscious.

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"Sir, I'm sorry, huh?"