The Tomb Next to the House

The Tomb Next to the House
23. Bagasses


"Ma, where's papa? How come you're not coming home?"


Althaf's question made me smile wryly. It's the third day Raihan hasn't come home. And I'm sure he's back at his parents' house.


If asked to persuade him to come home, of course I would be willing. But to go to the house of in-laws, it takes mental preparation of steel to face the attached grandmother.


"Ma! How do you even dream?" Althaf flicked his hand in front of my face.


"Oh, e-not. Papa's been busy lately. So, not to go home. Tau himself 'kan, papa's place of work out of town."


Huftt, good reason for Althaf not to search me with detailed questions. If he knew Raihan was at his grandmother's house, he would have forced me to drive him there.


"Hmm, yeah. Yes, Al said to play first yes, Ma. Assalamu'alaikum .... "


"Wa'alaikumussalam .... You brat, not yet allowed, have been playing away," I muttered with my head.


The absence of Raihan certainly had an impact on the tomb next to the house, no one took care. It's been a few days since nobody's touched. Usually the tomb looks neat, clean, even with a sprinkling of flowers that every day replaced new.


Let it go, I still do not believe in the tomb that he said sacred.


Gludak!


I snorted rudely. There was the sound of things falling from the kitchen. I actually wanted to ignore it, but the voice that called out made me curious as well.


"Auntie .... "


That's Bagas' voice.


I knew he had no ill intentions on me, so I came to fulfill his call. When I got to the kitchen, I turned my head first. It was just a ghost in disguise.


Where are there ghosts disguised as ghosts? Haha.


I laughed at myself with that absurd thought. Ever since I could see an invisible creature, my brain seemed to have shifted a little from its place.


"Tante, please .... "


Well, it looks like he's right Bagas.


A head rolled near my feet. I was no longer surprised by the disembodied head.


"Why, Bagas?" Both my eyes are looking at me.


"Help Bagas for revenge."


"Eh? Revenge?"


What the hell is this ghost. Do you want people to ask for revenge? Just be right.


"So Bagas can rest in peace."


"Bagas can't reach that guy. He's wearing a shield."


"Okay, sorry, yeah. Not not to help. But, Auntie doesn't understand what Bagas's talking about." I slightly retreated away from Bagas' head.


Forgive me. He was just a curious spirit who died because it was made into a collision, so he was not calm. And I don't want to get involved in that business any deeper.


"Just aunty Hope Bagas. Please .... "


"Well, why Aunty?" ask me not to accept.


"Because Aunty can see Bagas."


"Whose inner eyes are open, not aunty, Bagas. There are still a lot out there. Even they are more powerful and experienced than Aunty. Already, find someone else there."


"But Bagas can't get out of this house."


I turned my head quickly towards Bagas whose face was already very pitiful. Well, actually I feel sorry to see a child pleading like this. But he's just a curious spirit.


"Why?" many finally.


"This house has been fitted with a magical fence so that creatures like us can not go out or enter carelessly. That man who's taken down some innocent lives."


"What?!!"


OMG! The only ghost I have encountered here is that. Turns out that's the reason. So often I meet them, my fear is gone from getting used to it.


"But who did it?"


"Owner of this house."


I thought for a moment. Isn't the owner of this house us? I can't do such a idolatrous thing. Put up a supernatural fence? It doesn't make much sense.


Raihan? It's very unlikely. Mas Raihan is like me who hates and shuns everything related to shamanic science rules.


The althaf? Just be right. He's just a 10-year-old kid who just plays and learns.


Then who?


Waita minute.


The owner of this house? Not the first owner of this house! Bryan! Yeah, he must have done it. His actions have gone beyond Satan. Was Bryan the one who toppled Bagas?


If so, then he. Take away the rights of life of a child as small as Bagas. His actions are truly out of bounds. It's criminalization.


"Common Bryan?" I'm sure my eyes are full of vengeance.