Am I Different?
Midnight hair comb

At the time of the arrest of the employee at the hotel, Om Boby was at the scene. Why all this time never caught murder, because the action of Om Boby always play with beautiful.

He had prepared before carefully. As if before the incident was a terror, as well as when we were first in the hotel. Om Boby knocked on my door three times, but if you open it when you knock third, then we'll end our lives.

Luckily my dad quickly took us away that afternoon, before Om Boby found us.

***

"I'm sorry, all this time I was wrong to judge you guys," said Om Boby after finishing telling the story.

"You are evil, you have no heart" said Aunt Sita.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm happy" said Om Boby as he held Aunt Sita's leg.

"There is no continuing caliphate, you are cruel! Satan may be ashamed to see you as crueler than they are!" said Aunty Sita tightly while turning her face.

The police took him to the car, to be put back in jail.

"We're sorry!" yell Om Boby.

Aunt Sita did not look towards Om Boby at all. The police and Om Boby passed, Aunt Sita was hugging Clara quickly.

"Ra, I didn't think he was that cruel" he said.

Clara simply stroked her best friend's shoulder, aiming to calm him down. A feeling of relief and a feeling of being one. Finally the complicated journey while here was finally resolved.

It seems that today we cannot go straight home, because today we still need the police to be witnesses when the heinous deeds of Om Boby to Om Deni and his wife.

One by one, from Clara to Om Deni's family left us to go home. Me, my mom and dad stayed at the Aunt Sita family home.

***

Evening arrived, the sense of burden all this time felt destroyed. I hope I can sleep well tonight.

Tonight, we chose to spend the night at the house of Aunt Sita. Auntie Sita's family was very friendly with us.

Late at night, my mother and I decided to sleep with Aunt Sita, while my father slept on the sofa. Aunt Sita sat in front of her dresser.

"We do this, don't comb the hair in the middle of the night. Pamali?" ask Mother.

"I'm used to it, sister," replied Aunt Sita.

"Oh, yasudah," said Mother.

My mother also lay near me. We began to close our eyes so that it would soon dissolve in a beautiful dream, while Aunt Sita was still combing her hair.

A cold night seemed to pierce my arms. I tried to keep my eyes closed, but I did not fall asleep.

Suddenly I heard like people were singing Javanese songs. I tried to hear it, it felt so close to me.

I opened my eyes slowly, suddenly, "Aaaaaaaaaaa."

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I screamed when right in front of my eyes there was a woman staring into my eyes. Our eyes met, the round eyes black, the pale face, and the fanged teeth scared me.

Instantly I closed my eyes with my hands, Mother and Aunt Sita rushed over to me.

"Daddy, why?" ask Mother.

"That, Mom," I said, pointing right in front of me.

I was still with my eyes closed, rushing to hug my mother. I feel scared

"What's wrong?" sahut Aunt Sita.

"Why, Deck. How yelling?" sounds like Dad's voice.

It seemed like my screams were heard up to the room outside this room, so dad approached.

"That's Well," I replied fixedly with a finger pointing in the direction I saw earlier.

"Open your eyes, son. There is nothing here" said Mother as she stroked my head.

I slowly opened my eyes and I did not see the ghost anymore.

"Mom, I heard someone singing a Javanese song, but when I opened my eyes I saw the ghost, Mom," I said.

"I sing, for some reason every time I comb my hair at night always want to sing" said Aunt Sita.

Right now, Aunt Sita's mother and father are with us. Aunt Sita's mother told me that she had often reprimanded Aunt Sita, but never seemed to be ignored.

Aunty Sita also felt, when she combed her hair and sang it like there was someone besides her. But all this time he always brushed off what felt it, because he was sure it was just his feelings.

"Mom, the power is still here" I said, sinking my face into my mother's body.

"Esther?" ask Mother.

"No, Ma. Esteh never showed up again" I replied.

I slowly looked around me again. I saw someone standing in front of the glass.

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"Mom, that thing is in front of the glass" I said.

Everyone who was here looked in the direction I said. They look confused.

"What, Deck?" ask Mother.

"That woman, ma'am," I said.

After saying that, it was like a laughing voice echoing through this room.

Suddenly Aunt Sita looked down and laughed.

"Ha-ha-ha," Aunt Sita laughed out loud.

I hugged my mother even more. The creature, entered into the body of Aunt Sita.

"Mom, Aunt Sita," I said.

"Sita," said his mother, holding his hand.

Instantly his mother's grip was thrown until he fell to the floor.

"You want to play with me sweet boy," said Aunt Sita quickly approached me.

Aunt Sita is currently holding onto my chin, mother is trying to pull her hand away but Aunt Sita is instead looking sharply at mother.

"What do you want?" my many.

"You wanna play with me? This body is always willing to call me, never try to stop me" he said.

"This is not your world, go!" my spoken.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha," laughed Aunt Sita.

When Aunt Sita's hand was about to hold me again, suddenly Aunt Sita fell right on top of me.

"Sita," said his mother worriedly.

Before Aunt Sita fell down I was like seeing a shadow darting quickly, as if reaching for the body of Aunt Sita. The shadow carried the ghost.

Aunt Sita lay down right beside me, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Mom, gone," I said.

"Cock me here?" tanya Aunt Sita looked confused because she was lying on the bed.

"Tante, don't you know?" my spoken.

He shook his head.

"Sita, don't ever sit around at night. What else are you while singing Javanese songs," advised his mother.

"Yes, Mom. Indeed not only once, I feel unconscious when I grow, know sometimes I have fallen on the floor when I began to realize," said Aunt Sita.

Aunty Sita also told me, once accidentally recorded himself when combing. He was shocked to see the recording. At that time said Aunt Sita he was combing, then suddenly developing a Javanese song, he said, in the middle of the song he saw on the recording he was dancing and singing as if he mastered the dance with a flexible movement said the Javanese.

We were also shown the recording, his mother Aunt Sita was surprised when she saw the recording. He felt that Bajwa Aunt Sita was never good at dancing even Aunt Sita never liked the name of the art of dance.

As we were listening to Aunt Sita's story, I suddenly heard someone calling me.

"Keyla," a voice called my name from the window.

That voice sounds familiar to me. A voice I have known for a long time. I looked towards the source of the voice.

"Hi, Keyla" he said.

Seriate....

Hayoo, who called Keyla?