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"Close the mirror with a quick cloth!" sumer Mbah Sukardi

I can't believe that the mirror I looked at every time I admired my mother's beauty when she combed her hair turned out to be so horrible.

Indeed I admit that the mirror has an extraordinary effect beyond the effect of tik tok. I still remember how my spotty face could turn smooth and I looked so handsome while glazing in that mirror.

Now I understand why it can be so. Inside the mirror was a waiter.

I hurried to get a cloth to cover the mirror. I spread a black cloth to cover the mirror. I felt my body instantly goosebumps when it came close to that mirror.

Unlike usual this time I felt really scared to be near the mirror.

It felt like something was watching me in the mirror, but I did not dare to tell it to Mbah Sukar.

"Is it closed?" mbah Sukardi looked worried

"Already Mbah," I answered and sat down next to him again

Mbah turned to the mirror to make sure if the sacred object was really closed. Not to forget he also saw the condition of the mother who was still lying on her bed.

"Prophey Le, just pray to Gusti Allah that your mother will recover quickly and your problems will be resolved quickly. Insha Allah after this I will often visit you," said Mbah then pamit go home

I drove Mbah to the front of the house. Mbah promised to help treat the mother's pain. Of course I feel happy because she's the only family Mom cares about us.

There were no suspicious signs at the time. But within hours of his departure I got word that Mbah Sukardi had died in an accident.

Witness TKP claimed to see Mbah get out of the car when entering on the highway. He then walked slowly to the street that was crowded filled with cars that were speeding. His body crashed after crashing into a speeding car. His body was destroyed because his body was crushed by several passing cars.

"His body was destroyed by Fik, all his entrails came out and scattered in the street, his hands and feet were cut off and scattered in the streets" said a witness who was still my neighbor

"Astaghfirullah" I said in my heart.

I really can't figure out why everyone who helped my family had to be so unlucky.

It is difficult to suspect suicide. Of course it shocked me when I heard about Mbah's suicide. I just met him and there was nothing strange about him.

The death of Mbah Sukar made me think, Did Abu Musa also experience the same thing. For some days he did not come home to pray for his mother.

Usually he comes after a special magrib to pray for Mother. But for a few days he had not seen the trunk of his nose.

Not even in musholla. Some say he was very ill and was hospitalized in the city. Some say that Abu was preaching outside the city. I don't know what's right, but I hope he's okay.

Large families, especially the Mbah Sukardi family, immediately excommunicated us. We are distanced from large families because it is blamed for the death of Mbah Sukardi died.

Ever since then, I have not denied that my days were filled with fear. Until Mbah Sukar's remark about the mirror in the mother's room really terrorized us.

I often see another figure like a mother from inside the mirror. Even though the mirror had been covered in cloth, I was still inexplicably frightened when I passed the mirror.

"Don't get me wrong Mbah Kung ya, your greedy mother she also put on a hookup," Mbah Siti's wife Mbah Sukardi was angry when I called her to ask what really happened to Mbah Sukardi.

The woman was incessantly scolding me and even considered mother to make Mbah Sukardi as her pesugih.

Of course it makes me angry, how could my mother topple her family while she herself is helpless.

Naturally Mbah Siti was angry, I could not blame him. Maybe if I were in his position I would do the same.

That night I heard footsteps running in my mother's room.

I rushed upstairs to see what was going on.

I saw Azam laughing cheerfully running around in mom's room. I told him to stop and get out of my room.

"Why are you running around here again?" much

"I was playing with my mom" she answered, freaking me out

How not, Azam says mom is healed and is running around with her. What I saw was my mother still lying in her bed.

I immediately wrote the mirror in the room. Instantly my face immediately paled when I saw the mirror cover cloth was already exposed.

"Who opened the mirror?" I asked Azam

"Mother told me to open it Mas" Azam replied so innocently

Azam said if Mom came to him and asked him to open the mirror cover.

"Mother said she had a hard time moving if the mirror was closed, my body was bound," Azam replied, imitating his mother's words

I immediately took Azam out of the room.

I ran as fast as I could to leave our house regardless of my mother lying there alone.

Since there was no destination, I took Azam to Musholla.

I thought while we were safe if it was there.

Musholla is a sacred place, so it is impossible that the soft will chase us here.

"Mas, Azam is sleepy" said my brother

"Yes sleep here" I answered and invited him to sleep on my lap.

When the doom of sleep, I try to recite and pray for protection to the Gusti of God.

But suddenly drowsiness began to attack me until I also fell asleep while sitting.

In my sleep I saw Mbah Sukardi experiencing something similar to father. He shouted for help to me as dozens of crows attacked him.

The birds pecked Mbah Sukardi's body until it bled. They even tore apart his entrails until everything broke out.

I can only stare without being able to help him.

I tried to ask for help but my voice did not come out. I tried to open my eyes but somehow it felt so hard that the sound of the door creaking kept me awake..