Perverted : Terror!
Mysterious Perpetrator

Dusk sank in the western horizon. The cool breeze blowing gently came to terms with the drizzle dripping from the sky. Tired of working all day makes me want to immediately lay this body on the contest. I also walked back. The place where my new room is. However, when I passed the kitchen area, there was a mbok Yem who was washing dishes. Because I felt like I was still a stranger here, I took the initiative to greet him first.

"Assalamualaikum..this is mbok Yem huh? Meet me Gita mbok. I'm a new employee. I work here too." My greetings quietly to the thick-bodied middle-aged mothers.

"Oh. I already know. I saw you working with Totok back there." The answer.

"Have you eaten yet?" Mbok Yem again.

"Mbok yet. Not too hungry either. Hehehe" My answer . I actually feel really hungry in my stomach. But I still feel a little awkward here.

"Don't singhen nduk. If you're hungry, it's rice as good as it's all there. Don't be ashamed, Mr. Dito is also no longer home." Answer Mbok Yem while pointing to the dining table in the middle of the kitchen.

"Look at you, symb so remember the same child symbok." suddenly the look on the middle-aged woman's face looked gloomy.

"Hehehe, I-iya. Thanks." Thanks." My speech.

Finally because the worms in my stomach have been protesting, I also took a barrel of rice and side dishes that are diverse and quite a lot. Didn't Mr. Dito and Ms. Sandra not come home yet? Why is mbok Yem cooking so much like this huh? Ah, you fool. The important thing is to eat first. Hehe. About the same symbol my sisters have eaten yet huh. So think of them..

"Mbok, this is all the cooked yem mbok?" I asked who was still greedy to bribe a spoonful of rice into the mouth.

"Yes git. Wh why? Not delicious?" Mbok Yem.

"Enak. Tasty. But, is this not mostly mbok? Mr. Dito has not yet returned. Wouldn't mubadzir be mbok?" Ask wonder.

"No. You take it easy." Mbok Yem said with a small smile. Our conversation was finished there, I did not want to ask any further and made mbok Yem uncomfortable.

After finishing eating, I also helped Mbok Yem clean up. After my stomach filled I rushed to my room and planned to take a shower immediately. After that, you can sleep well. Haha. A beautiful plan is not.

Cklekk ..

After entering the room, how surprised I was when I saw the contents of my closet had scattered out. I remember locking my bedroom door. Even the key is always me cantongi. Then who dares to ruffle my room. What he was looking for was actually! Plus there were traces of mud clearly imprinted around my closet.

"Bad! Whose behavior is this! You have no brain! maybe this is a job of valing. But cook it there's a burrow in!" Umpatchem. My eyes reddened withstanding the rage. Anger, anger, and not accepting mixed into one.

"What the hell are you looking for?! My people have nothing either. Anyway if you want to maling, anything that wants to be driven!! Want to break my daleman! Haaah!! Huffttt.. make a job!" Again my emotions burst out like boiling water.

"Who is doing all this? Is it possible, Mr Hadi?! Damn it people. Merem, his behavior makes me angry! Watch out later if Mr. Dito comes home, let me report his behavior. Let them get fired by the rich. His feet are dirty again. Hufft... So dirty all my clothes." Hardikku while cleaning some clothes scattered on the floor.

Finally that night I was forced to go the extra mile to sweep and mop up the mud-filled floor in all corners of my room. And do not forget also I take care of my clothes that have collapsed. I strongly suspect if the culprit is indeed Mr. Hadi. From the beginning, only he seemed to dislike me. After cleaning everything up I was completely exhausted and finally collapsed on my bed. I also slept with dreams flying in pseudo-dreams.

The dark is increasingly rolling, the boisterous sound of night animals also enliven the atmosphere in a remote village at the foot of the hill. The faint shadows hid behind the thick of the night. In this simple house, Mr. Dito and Ms. Sandra regularly visit. The two of them immediately rushed into the house in front of him only to be illuminated by a dim yellow light. There they had been waiting for by an old woman with long white hair who was in a random booth. The woman smiled as she showed her red teeth due to the watering activity.

"How's mom doing? Can it be done now?" Sandra asked after putting down her tote bag.

"You guys are in a hurry. Wait until that day comes. You guys just calm down. As long as he's here, I'll take care of him. Hihihii." The grandmothers chuckled. His voice echoed loudly in silence.

"pardon us ma'am." said Sandra bowed.

"Hm.. Did he rebel again, Mom? Remember mom, you have to take care of her too. Don't let him die just yet, we still need him." Said Mr. Dito slowly but full of emphasis.

"Never threaten me, Dito. I know what I'm doing. So shut up and make sure everything goes well. You know your job, don't you?!" Firmly the grandmother turned her back on the couple husband and wife.

"good. I'm sorry ma'am." Mr. Dito softened. He became helpless when he had to face the old woman in front of him every time.

"Are you healed?" The old grandmother asked without looking at it.

"Thanks to the potion from mom, she's so much better. Just a few times it looks like you're still vomiting blood." Reply Mr. Dito represents his wife.

"Hihihihi.." again there was a giggling laughter from the old lady. Then for a moment the atmosphere was silent. Really quiet silent.

"Bo-can we see Nidya ma'am now?" Sandra's mother asked softly breaking the momentary silence between the three of them.

"Please. Hihihi.." Reply to the grandmother while walking without looking at the two people who were sitting in the guest chair.

After getting permission, the couple walked backwards following the hunchback old woman who walked ahead of them. The pace of their footsteps slowly down this very minimal lighting house. Until not far from the living room, they arrived in front of a simple room that was only on a knot in the door grendel. And there are some paper patches with writing such as Javanese writing that are attached to all corners of the simple wooden door. Slowly the old woman opened a stuffy room that was only illuminated by two oil lamps in both corners. The dim, dark, stuffy decorates the narrow room.

Cklekk....

(The door sounds are wide open)

Ms. Sandra and Mr. Dito immediately entered simultaneously. Their eyes were immediately fixated on an old bed. It appeared that a thin, dry body was lying on a small mat that looked shabby. His face was pale white with already wrinkled skin. Showing a glimpse of the bones wrapped in thin skin. Wearing it! It looked like a beautiful white dress that enveloped the small body. A long dress that grunts to the floor. Moments when Ms. Sandra was about to enter suddenly...

Shuuttt.....Pyarrr.....!!!!!!

Suddenly, a glass flew right next to Sandra's mom. The glass glass broke into pieces leaving shards of sharp glass strewn everywhere. Ms. Sandra's eyes suddenly widened in surprise. His eyes were now flushed glancing towards the corner of the room. Anger now alternately enveloped the face of the graceful woman. The charming beautiful aura that had been attached to her had now turned into an extremely ferocious aura.