Abandoned House (True Story)
True Story - He's My Brother Part 2

My feathers simultaneously stood up, momentarily hearing a thumping sound that was not clear from where the source was, with quick steps I walked down the stairs.

"Why abis, Mas?" greet mang Tohir, who saw me coming down from the top floor.

"No, Mang," I was brief. "You going home now, Mang?"

"Yes, how good is it?"

"Anter Mamang friends used to go to Gg. Chain, keep coming back to this house again" I replied, who arrived downstairs. "Oya Mang, buy Fried Rice later, huh? Four packs." I opened the wallet and gave him some money, "this is the money."

Mang Tohir nodded, while taking the money I had thrust at him. "OK, ready Mas," he said, then walked excitedly towards the living room followed by me about to return to the room to join Arif and Edi.

"Die, you want to take a shower?" I said, standing in the doorway of the room.

"No, ah, A," Edi briefed, not turning away from the screen.

"Emang no exclamation, Brother lu, mah, Die, just ignore that person," said Arif who mocked me, making Edi hold back laughter.

"Don't be horrified, Die, he's never taken a shower!" my reply.

"Sue, really, People."

"Mas" I turned around, and saw Mang Tohir standing with two of his friends, "you excuse me to go home first Mas," he said.

"OK, ready, Mang, be careful in the way," I replied.

"Come, Mas ...." Add the friendly mang Ento roast, followed by mang Janang.

"Okay, Mang!"

And finally the workers began to leave the house, until only the three of us were left. The day has begun to look moody, with cehaya dimming. The clock was shown at 17:20 p.m.

Traataugwg ... Tanggc ... Tangg ...~

I looked up at the stairs and saw a small paint can falling around the stairs. I don't know where it came from.

I clucked lazily, looking at every room that had started to go pitch dark, making me moved to turn on some lights.

One by one I entered the room, from the first room to room number three and stopped in the kitchen room.

I don't know why the air here always feels different when compared to other rooms. The floor here feels much cooler and humid. Plus the air that feels hot—though close to the kitchen door. Even at night, there is a strange smell that covers this space, especially at the bottom of the stairs.

Tranggc ... Tanggc ...

My face bowed, looked at my feet, This can .. and pulled the lyrics on the water machine that was under the stairs.

I turned towards the children, circulating a glance around him. It was impossible for Edi and Arif to do this, as their carefree voices were still clearly heard from inside the room. Then how can this paint can roll so far that it touches my feet.

I let out a long sigh, trying to ignore this little incident. My head was tired enough to think about the strange events I often experienced in this house.

I better rest in the room, while waiting for Mang Tohir to come back with the order I put him.

"Not hungry, hey?" I asked, who just arrived in the room.

"Duh, that's fine, Den! Tohir's back, huh?" sahut Arif, momentarily stopped his game.

I sat on the edge of the bed, "If I follow you ... We could starve to death! from playing the game doang kerasan, lu. Take a shower like a snot," I said, knocking myself down on the bed.

"For the exclamation, here, I duel with Edi, did I call Ardan to eat?" saith.

"Where is the child going! But I've nitiped Mang Tohir to buy fried rice."

"Uh-uy ... Steady! your brother, Die!" exclaim Arif.

"Yes, A ... This is the guy bales, he says he's at 10 at home" Edi said.

I shook the ceiling, letting go of fatigue under a puff of AC. "W-why! Tell me tomorrow, Di! The road makes males."

"Serems, yes, A? Yeah, well, Edi told the guy."

"Request the address, Die!"

"Which one, Den?"

"No, the Gg guy. Chain, but don't know where it is."

"Seek or that guy, mah!"

"He-he-he. That's why Edi wants to come here, A."

Long enough we waited until finally the sound of a motorbike slowly entering the parking space.

"Well, tuh! Mang Tohir bring fried rice, take gih!" seruku, make Arif stand up and out of the room with spirit.

"A ...." I glanced at Edi who was moving my big toe. "There but, A, make a buy the bike?"

"How much, anyway, is the price of a motorcycle?"

"He sold 4,500,000, A, but Edi was only two million" he said, with a clear look.

Feeling that I just got money from bang Yudi, there is no harm in me giving half, "Yes, already hold the money, Edi. Let Aa pay for it."

"But promise ... Don't use it for speeding. Ok?"

"okay, A. Mostly pacing school pick up."

"Yes, already there take a meal first with Arif."

"A, Deni didn't eat?"

"First of all, Di ... Not hungry yet."

"OK, deh A," in short and passed.

Although our age is no longer children, but the spoiled nature of my brothers never changed in the slightest. I loved them so much that I remembered an event. At that time Edi was still six years old.

At that time I was playing a bicycle alone across a badminton field, and accidentally found my sister was crying surrounded by five friends who had to throw her with gravel and sand while cheering my sister. Maybe I was 10 years old then.

Seeing that I was so angry, my emotions exploded. Not many thought I was pedaling a bike so fast, and managed to hit three kids. Two children had severe bleeding on their heads due to hitting the Bike Stang, and one child sprained his ankle.

As a result of my stupid actions, my mother was called the head of the local RT to be held accountable for all the medical expenses of the injured child.

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"Russia ... Den ... Wake Oy!" Samar heard Arif's voice that disturbed my hearing.

"Hmm," I murmured, it's still hard to open my eyes, "What time is the Rif?"

"Hour nine! Your rice is cold" replied Arif, who was still sitting with Edi in front of the monitor screen.

I glanced at the wall clock that was showing at 21:25. I slept long enough.

"Do you want to copy, Mom?" I turned towards the voice, looking as if Tohir was sitting down, in the living room with a cup of coffee.

"If it is not troublesome. Yes, Mang." I got out of bed and went to the living room, "what was that, Mang? Is there anything?" I continued, while sitting on the teak bench.

"It's just that I asked, if Arif came home what not," said Mang Tohir stopped his steps for a moment.

I nodded faintly. "Sorry Mang, all the plates and spoons, Mang," I added.

I shook my head faintly, "Edi, have you eaten yet? Play the game mulu, broken in the eyes!"

"Udah, A," in short, as if not to be disturbed. It was true that Arif's poison worked on him so much. "Just play this again!"

I turned my head against the wall behind me and stared at the ceiling, "Eh Rif, Ardan and Alvien had no news, huh?" my many.

"Ardan has a toothache he said, Den, if the Alvein is here tomorrow" said Arif.

"Ouhh, toothache. I guess the phone never gets picked up."

Tak lema mang Tohir put a cup of coffee and dinnerware on the table, "Wis ... Thank you, Mang."

Maybe I'll spend some time in the living room, try to get used to the night in this house.

I just had a long conversation with Mang Tohir, after spending my dinner. It turned out to be very pleasant to hear all the stories he experienced while working in various places, the atmosphere seemed cheerful when our laughter broke the silence of the night.

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