Assumption
Gazebos

When finished, Disa followed Yanti to clean the rest of the sajen in the gazebo.

Others were cooking for their employers' breakfast.

Disa walked with her chest pounding, a flash of her memory returning to last night's events, but she did not fully remember.

The last image he remembered was that only his entire family was looking at him, and his gaze suddenly blurred, he felt that his head last night was very heavy, and he felt unconscious, too, but according to Yanti it was not like that happened, then did he just dream?

They walked towards the gazebo in silence, Yanti did not invite him to talk as usual, she just kept quiet.

While Disa also suddenly did not have the spirit to ask him many things.

Yanti stopped about 5 meters from the gazebo, and turned towards Disa. "Dis— hold yes? It smells bad, even if we've got nose cover."

Yanti did give a long cloth like a slayer, he said it was to cover his nose, he also brought a bucket with disinfectant and a washcloth.

Disa who had actually smelled an unpleasant smell had nodded and started wearing a cloth to cover her nose.

And sure enough when it was near the smell was very rotten, fortunately he had not had breakfast if not all of his stomach must have come out all.

In the tray there is a cup last night, there is a black liquid leftover there, there is a whole roast chicken that looks rotten, it is very impossible, will not the food rot if it has been for days? But this, all the food there was already splintered, it smelled very rotten.

Yanti started putting all the leftovers into a black plastic bag and tied it up. He put it downstairs.

Being Can enter the petals of roses that look blackened. Yanti had already told to separate the leftovers and flowers by herself.

So Disa who picked up the petals, actually Disa felt bad air there, she was like being watched but by whom?

Can not be done think what is food and these flowers can really rot just overnight? Is it true that the inhabitants of this gazebo eat starch from this sajen?

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When the thought of his words just now as intense as a memory came, he felt that he saw a creature here last night.

And sure enough, Disa's shoulders suddenly heavy, his head suddenly dizzy.

Yanti, who saw that Disa looked pale, came closer, she held the hand of Disa and told Disa to pray in her heart.

He could take his breath slowly, and exhale it slowly, he tried to calm himself, after which he prayed in his heart, and right slowly his body returned to its normal state.

Yanti shook her head, and placed her own index finger in front of her lips, then continued her work, opening the red cloth that was on the pole.

Yanti like reminding Disa not to speak anything, and Disa also followed Yanti's gesture.

He tied up the plastic containing the flower and put it down, just like the food offerings.

He also began to open the cloth on the pole gazebo, when it will open the last bond Disa felt something scratched his finger like a piece of wood, but not this is old wood, it looks very slippery, it looks very slippery, there's no way the surface is uneven.

"Aw," he said.

Yanti turned to her, and sure enough a long wound, Disa looked towards the last bond there was blood there, there, but when Yanti approached and came to look at her, the blood was gone.

Yanti hurried to unbind the last of the pole, and immediately folded it.

"You treat your wounds, take this cloth and soak it, so that later Bu Sum continues," he ordered.

"But Yan— we have not finished cleaning the gazebo," declined Disa.

"Udah stay in the mop, I can be alone too, and there you go back." Yanti immediately pushed Disa away.

Once again Disa turned her head, Yanti was already in the gazebo, and was mopping the floor.

It is known that Yanti also felt frightened, seen from some of the cues she gave such as telling her not to speak, and moved very quickly, as if the place also made her uncomfortable.

But why did he never say anything about this strange incident at his employer's house, what was it exactly, were they all hiding something?

But Disa is sure Yanti was the same as she only felt the strange events, but should not ask much.

He reached the kitchen and immediately placed the cloth in the tub, and approached Bu Sumarni and Mbak Fatmah.

"Mom I have wound medicine?" asked Disa while showing her finger.

"Why did you get that rich wound?" ask Bu Sumarni astonished.

Ms Fatmah walked to the top of the kitchen shelf and picked up a white box with P3K.

"So the time to open the ties of cloth last rich kesayat like Bu," replied Disa.

Bu Sumarni immediately looked towards the gazebo, and his gaze returned to Disa. "Will alone clean the gazebo?" tanyanya back.

"Yes ma'am, I was told to treat the wound and bring the cloth," Disa replied grimacingly feeling the pain on her finger as Mbak Fatmah dripped anti septic onto her finger, and plaster it.

"Yes, you have soaked the cloth with the jug water outside" said Sumarni.

Disa nodded and took back the red cloth, and would soak it in a clay barrel placed near the sunning area.

When Disa lifted it back, Disa smelled this cloth smell of rancid, but when Disa brought it earlier did not smell anything.

The fur on his nape suddenly goosebumps, again and again Disa felt a creature watching him from afar, if Disa saw from the corner of his eyes his figure was visible even though it looked faint, but if he looks there's no one there.

Jug to soak the cloth also contains flowers. It seemed like everything related to the gazebo was special items.

When Disa returned there was Yanti who was sitting at the dining table with her pale face.

Couldn't figure out what happened to his friend, was there something strange that he was going through too? He murmured in his heart.

"Why are you Yan, the shoots?" asked Disa who was sitting in front of him.

"Fear it, my man is alone there" he replied.

Fatmah chuckled at their chatter, then gave the two friends warm tea.

"Well, there's nothing, don't forget to always pray" he said.

"Still Ma'am," they answered compactly.

"Yuk Dis bathe, change clothes," Yanti asked as she got up from her seat.

He also obeyed, and indeed after from there should change clothes, Disa was afraid of sticking. People said in his village like that, if we are after the grave or a place that is considered wingit is better to clean ourselves and change clothes.

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