The Tomb Next to the House
9. Yati's Story

"The tomb ... Actually a sacred tomb. So, it's taboo to tell her story. We know enough."

What's?!

My shoulder immediately slumped. Though it had been tense, out of curiosity to hear the story.

"But whose tomb is it? What is the original owner of this house?" my pedicabs.

"Look it up, Via. As long as I stay here, I also don't know why the tomb shouldn't be disturbed. All I know is, whoever told you, and who heard the story behind the tomb, then he must be willing to subvert someone."

"What's? It doesn't make sense."

"At first I thought so too ... But .... "

"But what?"

Yati looked down lethargic. His nose started to turn red, his lips were shaking. It seems he was holding back the crying.

"Yati .. "goddess, can't bear to see her begin to shed tears.

"I forced someone to tell her story, out of curiosity. That person ... Died unnaturally. And I have to lose the most precious person in my life." Yati's voice began to hoarse, before long a sobbing sounded from her lips.

That bad? Why can't I believe it? It may be a coincidence that they died. Where did anyone die because of a story? It doesn't make any sense.

I don't ask much more. Yati seemed devastated after telling her story. Then he came home. Leaving me still shrouded in curiosity.

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

Until the day started late, my husband had not come home either. I waited in the living room watching TV in anxious expectation.

I lyrics Raihan's cell phone on the table with my phone. Strange, if it's business why he didn't bring his cell phone. I can't call.

Did he buy me a package of my orders?

Or did Raihan deliberately not want to be bothered by me? Because he's sure that I'll call him when I get home late?

I dismissed those bad thoughts. Convince yourself that Raihan will not do anything behind my back.

Tok Tok Tok

The knocking from the door, instantly made me squeak. I rushed to the front room to open the door.

Chequek.

Brugh.

"Mas, how come you're late?" my question was to immediately break down and then hug the person at the door after opening it.

Silent.

Deg.

Don't-don't you?!

My breath began to drift. The body has also stiffened. I closed my head, slightly stretching my arms. I slowly opened my eyes.

One.

Two.

Three.

Deg.

Bryan's smiling face instantly filled my retina. Makes this heart feel like it's rustling. I don't know why that sharp gaze bewitched me to return her smile.

"Ma! Papa's home yet?"

The sound of Althaf echoing from inside the house successfully made me break eye contact between us.

Holy hooch! Why am I this?

But I can still breathe. At least I'm still safe. The creature I just hugged was a human.

If astral beings are any more, either my heart can still survive or not. I've had too many upsets lately, so my heart feels like it needs to be checked out by a doctor.

"Ma?" Althaf poked out from behind the door. "Oh, Om Bryan? Night, Om," she said, politely.

"Night, Al. Papa you have?"

God fucking. Why is that Bryan? Obviously I was in front of him. Why not just ask me if I'm looking for my husband?

Okay. Maybe I've been disrespectful to him for hugging without excuse, but it's reflex.

"A—"

"Papa's not home yet, Om."

Just about to open Althaf's mouth was already disputing.

"Hmm, then tomorrow's just—"

Tin... Tin...

The sound of the car horn paused Bryan's speech, as well as distracting the three of us to turn to the origin of the sound.