The Tomb Next to the House
8. Neighbor Next door

"Mr?"

Is my hearing wrong? Like there was a call. But, there's no one here. I squinted my eyes to look at the towering bamboo tree in front of it to make it seem clearer.

"Mr?"

Well, that voice again. Did it come from the bamboo tree?

"What else is it?"

"Yahoo!" my screams while running away entered the house and directly locked the back door in a hurry.

Puk.

Suddenly a hand that out of nowhere landed smoothly on my shoulder.

"Yeah!!" my screams are getting hysterical.

The reflex closes the eyes using both palms with the body already crouched facing the door.

"Why is this mama?"

That sound? I seem to know.

"Ma?"

Put away the hand that was blocking my view, then looked back.

The althaf?

I got up, hugged the boy just my way who stood stiff. Maybe he was surprised to see me who kept screaming from earlier.

But something's weird.

Why is Althaf's body odor different?

The stench and rancidity of blood gushed sharply into the sense of smell. I'm getting uncomfortable. Finally I turned my head to the side hesitantly, to look at Althaf's face.

But what I found was not the handsome look of my son. But the face that has been difficult to recognize because every inch there are gaping and blackening wounds, with maggots that have fallen on the floor.

"Abueh ... !"

Pork!

Suddenly everything was dark.

...----------------...

"Ma...?"

I heard a voice calling me.

"Engh. Trying to restore consciousness.

"Mama why?"

Holy hooch!

Surprised when I opened my eyes, my iris collided with someone's net. Just contact me to rise from the lying position, and immediately sit down.

Is he really my son Althaf? Or that creature again?

But, his eyes were different. From the worried look that was cast on me, it seemed like he was indeed the real Althaf.

"Mbak is conscious?"

Still unable to digest the situation, I chose to be quiet for a moment.

"Sir, when did his mother kiss?" ask the woman I don't know about Althaf.

But strangely, her voice seemed familiar to my ears.

"Newly, Aunt." Althaf moved to the side. Let the woman see my situation.

"I'm sorry, who's this, huh?" I asked who was curious.

"Oh, until I forget the introduction. Hehe. Sorry, I panicked. You see, people were screaming, so I came straight here. She had fainted on the kitchen deck. Where no one is home. I keep asking for help from my husband to bring Ma'am here. My name is Yati, Ma'am. The next-door neighbor," the woman's cerocos, is long by wide.

I looked around. Just realized that last time I was still in the back room located near the kitchen. Then fainted from seeing a ghost transformed into Althaf.

"I-yes, Ms. Yati. Thank you for helping. I am Divia," I replied, while introducing myself.

I also looked at Althaf. "Al, just got home?"

"Yes, Ma. I was told to know when Mama fainted. So, Al chepet-cepet go home," said Al.

I muttered, beginning to understand the state when consciousness had fully recovered.

"Al, take a shower, Ma. Sultry," he continued, then immediately went to the bathroom.

"Bak drink first," the woman who claimed to be named Yati, offered me a glass of warm tea.

"Well, even the mama who bothered. I'm sorry, "I said, hugging, receiving a glass from her hand.

"Call Yati aja, Via. I think we're the same age."

Via's? Hmm, that's actually Raihan's call for me. But, yeah, that's it. Free to call who.

Yati sat her ass beside me.

"So why do I call you diem?"

I frowned in response to his question.

"When? Have we met before?"

"When I was in the backyard, I called you. But the rest of the room was focused on seeing the bamboo tree."

Buju buneng ... It turned out that the voice that was calling was Yati anyway. I was so scared of him. There is a sound, but there is no form.

"It turns out you were the one who called me? Kirani satan," I joke.

Hearing the word demon, Yati immediately shifted her seat until there was no gap between us.

"Be careful, Via, if you're talking to Satan. It can't be random" he whispered.

"Why indeed?" my question, curious.

Looks like I met the right person to pry deeper info about the peculiarities in this village. At once about the origin of the empty tomb next to the house.

"Yati," call me.

"Yes?"

"Do you know anything about the tomb in my yard?"

Yati's face instantly turned deathly pale. His body began to stiffen. Before long he started to wander as if checking if someone else was listening to us. He put his lips to my ear, and began to whisper.

"The grave .... "