Abandoned House (True Story)
True Story - Opponent Or Friend: Indigo Part 2

The figure of the little girl seemed to float— like cotton that was blown by the wind. Even his big toe didn't touch the floor.

Lightning flashes that struck, giving a momentary flash of the pale flat face of this lump of flesh that looks broken.

My knees were shaking violently unable to say anything, except that I was glued to the little girl with my breath growing faster.

"Didn't you promise me?" My eyes grew as they were, when this creature spoke.

Not because of his voice that made me tremble, but from the way he spoke— without moving his lips in the slightest. It's absurd, but it's happening right in front of my eyes.

I closed my eyes, with my fingers tightly clutching both earlobes, hoping that this trick would soon disappear in my mind.

Conscious Den .... Relax .... All of this is not real! It's not real!

I have repeatedly convinced myself that all this is just a hallucination. But the smell of carrion and the smell of jasmine so piercing, broke it all.

"You are not dreaming ... Mom asked me to play with you."

My knees felt so weak as I slowly opened my eyes. It was inconceivable to see the little girl's body still facing me stiffly. Until I realized it wouldn't be over if I just kept quiet without doing anything.

With a severed breath I tried to open the sound, still with lips unceasingly shaking. "A ... W-what do you want from me!!"

This creature did not budge in the slightest, just looking at me with his flat face. But slowly the lump of pale meat seemed to drift away without a word. The longer the figure of the little girl, the more faint, and lost behind the wall.

Although the strange figure is no longer visible, but not with the feelings of anxiety that still grips this strong self. I turned in all directions lustfully—making sure that the figure had really left.

In the middle of the dark room, I slowly tried to get up from my seat. But this knee still feels so limp—weak helpless. With conditions like this to stand alone I have to find a place to rest. Luckily, not far from me, there is a wall around the side of the stairs.

Okay ... Relax, Den... Calm yourself for a moment.

Several times I let out a long sigh, hoping to be much calmer. Although the figure had gone, but the smell of carrion and the smell of jasmine was still thick sniffed in my nose.

My eyes incessantly glanced at all directions with full of misgivings. Never imagined before, I could be this sweet. Not wanting to waste the opportunity. With quick steps, I descended the stairs in a hurry.

My hair endlessly churned violently encompassing the memory of a lump of pale flesh that resembled a Little Girl whom I originally thought was an ordinary human being.

But my steps slowed down again and then stopped, when I arrived at a dark floor filled with bamboo and beams that became the support of the roof. For some reason on the second floor, I felt something again. I was so sure that someone was watching me at an angle between the blocks that crowded the room.

I shook my head, then let out a rough breath, not wanting to get caught a second time in a similar situation. I turned around and continued down the stairs until I reached the ground floor.

"Mas—"

I looked quickly, "astaga! Just be surprised!"

"Sorry, Mas," said Mang Tohir while scratching the nutmeg and grinning the horse, until he furrowed both eyebrows while scrolling the lyrics to the second lentai, "from the top floor, Mas? Why, on wet?"

"Abis scammed something, Mang .... Oh ... I-this ... I slipped on the third floor when it was coming down."

"Yes definitely, atuh. There are no lights there, what else is dark. Copy, Mas ... The wind will catch."

I clucked lightly, raising both eyebrows for a moment, "Ah, this easy."

"Mas .... I'm authorized to go home, huh?"

I glanced at the window, it was still raining very hard, "It's still raining, Mang ...."

"It's okay, Mom. I've got a rain coat, Mom."

"Ohh ... Yeah, whatever, just mamang then."

I don't know, these three workers have been caught strange, even since we first met. The strangeness of their attitude was very obvious.

None of these workers were unsettled and anxious as night approached. They are reluctant to stay in this house.  I don't know what makes them that way. Could this have something to do with other residents who took shelter in this house.

Have they ever faced the creature I met?

"Come, Mas ...."

I gasped, as Mang Tohir said goodbye. "Oh, I-yes, Mang ... Please."

After saying farewell to me, the workers left, but they took the time to say goodbye to Arif in his room before they finally went out through the main door.

It looks like tonight will be very cold. I didn't even see the AC in Arif's room on. Though usually he is very unhappy if the air conditioner is dead.

"Duh.. who was afraid the claw was asked!" sibir Alvien, his eyes did not move even a bit from the monitor screen. He is playing the game with Arif.

"Vienna ... Let it be loved too! I won't, tuh!" timpal Arif, makes me take a sharp glance at him.

My heart was burning with the words of the two of them, "What do you mean?!" gusarku, staring at them alternately, and pointed at Arif's face. "Look, Rif! I won't help you, you again!"

Of course it makes Arif jerked, to stop his activities, "Den?" He exchanged glances with Alvien and asked, "Taken seriously ...."

"Slow, Brend ... I'm just be—"

"Gue knows Vien! You both want to find me because of me, right!"

"God, Den. What's the matter, huh?"

"ah! Be done! My males!"

The cold that I felt was gone was consumed by the increasingly violent flames of anger. I don't want to hear their explanation. I turned away from this somber room to feel ahead. I hope to calm my mind there.

Arriving on the front porch of the house, I stood right in the doorway, pensive with my head leaning against the pole— stared at the black iron gate that was covered in rainwater.

The sky did not show twilight, covered by dense black clouds carrying the whirling cold wind felt so humid. What I think is not the words of Arif and Alvien. But what I regret is this attitude, why lately I am not able to hold back anger, even though we are always joking together.

Just as I was about to sigh my eyes were drawn to a corner, right behind the front gate. Seemed two men— is guiding a motorcycle in the midst of heavy rain.

After entering the parking lot the two men quickly walked up to me, then rubbed his face and complained, "Oh ... Strike the bike, Mas! Good thing we're not too far from here, ma'am."

"Say wear a coat?—" I pointed my chin towards Arif's room, "ask your Master, why does he bring the ramshackle motor again."

Hearing that, Mang Tohir moved towards the room, followed by Mang Ento who only nodded faintly to me then passed. Before long their conversation sounded boisterous discussing the issue of motorcycles. It seems that Mang Tohir still insisted on leaving this house. But Arif did not want to be bothered with their complaints, he prefers to say do not know, although he was actually used to handling his old motorcycle engine that often dies if it is too cold. Until Mang Tohir competed to understand and returned to the front of home—would copy the motorized machine.

"I understand a little bit about the bike. Let me check" said Mang Tohir, passing by my side.

I don't want to interfere in this, I'd rather make a cup of coffee to warm my body.

"Den ..." said Arif, when he found me passing by the door of his room.

I don't want to talk or see his face. Not because I was reluctant to forgive her words, but I was more worried that it would happen to me again - an attitude that made me unable to control my tongue and emotions.

This weirdness I realized when I cursed the workers who had obviously helped me. I don't know why at that time I couldn't feel my face, I couldn't even predict the words that would come out of these lips. Amazingly it happened again in conscious condition.

I can't, Mas ...

Time, Mang? Last time I picked up Alvien smoothly.

Already I kick starter still don't want to light up, Mas.

I smiled victoriously, while walking closer to the living room, with a cup of hot coffee that I occasionally sniffed.

"Try, Vien. In cheque."

"What else am I, Rif! Not a machine."

"Well! Mas, Deni can fix the bike?"

"It's hard to spend the night here." I said, sitting back and sipping coffee.

"But how do we get home tomorrow, Den?" alvien.

"Don't worry, tomorrow also the motor can be used," I said, slightly rising.

"Sokay you know, Den!" sahut Arif, his tone may be flat, but his face depicts if he is not like me.

"If the handler who wants to go home is a new motorbike.." I said, a little mocking.

I don't have to bother thinking about them, it's better to sit back and enjoy a cup of coffee. A deep sigh sounded not far from me leading the middle-aged man bowed and sat down.

"May there be no strange events tonight," he murmured, almost inaudible. The look on his face was agitated, visible from the wrinkles of the two eyebrows that were almost fused together, and the pair of eyes that were unceasingly going around in all directions.

"What are you afraid of ... Ento!" I said, with a grinning smile while throwing a sharp glare behind the cup that was almost attached to my lips.

Somehow seeing the look on the face of someone who is being hit by fear becomes a new thing to have fun.

"No, my mother" he answered, hesitating, turning for a moment and turning from me.

I raise an eyebrow when I have implied a memory of a story that was revealed by Mang Tohir a few days ago.

"Yes, Mang! Is it true Mang Ento ever met the figure of a child kacil?" Hearing that, Mang Ento was aghast and turned towards me for a moment and bowed.

His face stiffened the nervous body in doubts he did not want to express.

"Preferably ... Don't discuss it, Mas, "in short, with eyes running around as if looking for something in every corner of the room.

"Lho, why?" my timpal, looking around the room, "Kan, it's late, it's only six, Mang."

He swiped his palms, occasionally blowing them, "Just something else, Mas."

I sighed, and again raised the cup, "Using the white dress. Pony hair, and chipped cheeks?"

Sontak Mang Ento turned his head back quickly towards me with a gaping mouth. His eyes glared, momentarily hearing what I was saying. Satisfied with what I said, then I sipped some warm coffee, still with a sharp look on his face.

"That-that, Mas!" he said, by rubbing the nape of the neck. "Look at it too, huh, Mas?"

"Eh! Help here!"

My gaze turned towards the mang Tohir who had just come out of room three, he waved at his co-worker who now seemed increasingly agitated. It seemed like he was preparing a place for them to rest.

"Sini .. " call Mang Tohir, which is called Mang Ento.

"I'll excuse you, Mas ..."

"Oh yeah, we'll connect later, yeah, Mang?"

He stuck out his arms while a bitter smile was etched on his face. "No need, Mom. Spooky," he said, and passed.

Coward you are Ento ...

I was pensive, lamenting this solitude. Arif and Alvien were still laughing happily together in a comfortable room. Even the workers were no longer visible, after they closed the door tightly.

Why do I feel if everything seems to be moving away from me, could there be something wrong with this attitude. But what do I care, why bother thinking about them.

Until something distracts me. My eyes stared straight at the row of stairs that led to the second floor. I don't know why I remember the figure I just met upstairs.

A kid? Why should I be afraid of children.

Rumbles of rain and lightning began to be heard from outside the house, accompanying my steps up the row of stairs that lead to the top floor.

You really want to play with me? Let's do it!