The Tomb Next to the House
7. The kid?

Chequek.

"Yeah ... !"

As fast as lightning I dashed into the front room after shouting out with all my might. Seeing the little girl wearing a shabby white dress, her face full of cuts and peeling, was poking me with a glare in the bathroom.

Whose kid is that? Play to someone's house carelessly. At least if you want to borrow the bathroom say-say cake first. Is he a victim of KDRT?

"Bag!!"

Brugh.

"Akh!"

My forehead hit something hard because it was moaning when running earlier. Eh? What am I holding this? Hard but comfortable, also fragrant perfume that directly thrust into the nose so intoxicating.

"Dec? You why?" The voice of Raihan from behind.

I opened my eyes, then looked up. A pair of eyes stared intensely right into my net. Our eyes met for a moment.

"Astaghfirullah ... Sorry."

Hurry away from that comfortable place. When I realized what I had hit was none other than Bryan. And I did not know myself even in his arms even if only for a moment.

"Why you?" ask Raihan again.

"Annu ... That .... "

"Then, excuse me" said Bryan, who was immediately agreed with my husband.

I who was still in shocked mode smiled at him briefly and then looked at Raihan with a pale face.

"Why are you, Dek? It hurt?" Mas Raihan put the back of his hand on my forehead.

"No, Mas. Anu ... It existed .... " My hands are pointing towards the bathroom.

"Anu? What's?"

"There's a little kid in the bathroom. Where is her face serem. Hiii .... " My hair bristled back when I told it. The scary face of the boy.

"Little boy? No child has come in here since. You're wrong lookin' maybe."

"It's impossible, Mom. Let's go there if you don't believe." I pushed my husband's burly body to walk first.

"Where?" ask Raihan when we get to the bathroom.

I bent my head inside, while Raihan was already in the bathroom to check every corner.

"There was, Mas. Maybe it's out" I guess.

"Where do you keep coming out, then?"

I looked around, checking all the doors there. Lah, yes?

All the doors are locked from the inside. It's not possible through the window, it's too high. There was also no way the child could get out without going through the front door.

I heard a heavy snort from my husband.

"Mas, I'm serious."

"That's it. I'm gonna go for a minute."

"Where are you going?"

"To Didit's house. Want to continue the project next week."

"Follow," my great-grandson in a spoiled tone.

Mas Raihan stroked my gentle sura.

"Mas don't want to play, honey. It's business. Yes, you want to come."

I greeted the rejection by singing lips, both hands have been folded in front of the chest, while stomping one leg.

"Later malem, again, we'll mabar."

I'm shaking.

"One round?" bargained for.

I answer with the arm.

"Two?" Raihan is still trying to bargain.

I was silent, unresponsive.

"Three, if that's it."

"Martabak chocolate cheese, seblak, toast, kebab, siomay—"

"Eits, you want to rob Mas, hem?"

"Aw, it hurts, Mas!" my screams when Raihan's men pinched both of my cheeks at once.

"Exit, naughty. All are requested. Same with the seller if you need to. People just left behind by doang."

"Yes, yeah. But just don't forget. Same martabak, siomay—"

"Yes, yeah, yeah. Go first. Assalamu'alaikum." My husband was gone before I finished his favorite meal.

"Wa'alaikumussalam .... "

I also returned to work at home.

Waiting for the washing machine to complete its task. I opened the back door that had not been opened yesterday.

Chequek.

The smell of incense carried by the wind instantly smelled as the door opened completely. The back yard is also very large. Can grow crops. What else I like to plant roses.

Step foot into the courtyard, my bead could not be seen the towering bamboo tree ahead, swaying in the wind.

"Mr?"