Baby Amber
Radit Actually
In this world is not only inhabited by us humans only. The jinn also occupied. It's just that not everyone can see those who always coexist with us. Do not disturb each other, just live well and do not interfere with each other. Do not call or ally with them if we do not want to lose later. That's what my mother said when she was alive. Let us not associate with them, let alone adore them.
"Is it true that Ratih is allied with them?" my brain was thinking hard, trying to guess about what Ms. Sofi said.
Tok.dok...
The sound of the glass window in the room is knocked from the outside. I was stunned, trying to neutralize my heart and mind. Throw away the fear and try to act accordingly. The figure of the woman in the room has not left yet, now there is another who knocked on the window of the room. What kind of disturbance is this, during my stay in this house, only now do distractions often appear alternately.
"Oh Allah, help me." I'm ashamed to ask God for help. All this time I often forget, even I was negligent with my creator. And now I'm asking for his help when fear strikes. I read the short letters I could, hoping to ward off the distractions I've been having lately.
The sound of roosters crowing each other. The figure of the woman who had been beside Ratih was no longer there. Radit's been put back in place. Finally I could breathe a sigh of relief, feeling tired all night with a creature whose face I did not want to see. Although his posture was very similar to that of Ratih, his face looked extremely sinister. Different from Ratih who is ayu and pleasing to the eye.
"Mas, are you cooking?" Ratih landed his ass on the dining chair. After dawn I could not sleep anymore and chose to dwell in the kitchen. Letting my wife sleep in her dreams. I looked at the face of Ratih who looked increasingly thin.
I intend to investigate where Radit came from. How could he choose us and now live with us. I won't let Ratih suffer and get sick from Radit. Didn't Ratih ever know that she's been breastfeeding Radit all this time?
"Mas." call for Ratih to break my daydream. I hurried to go to the restaurant. I'll set up a strategy to separate Ratih from Radit.
Tlings.tling...
"I mean, Mom, what?" answer Ratih on the message I sent to his phone.
"The baby's funny, huh, brother? If you want, we'll go to the orphanage tomorrow to look at them. Who knows if there is a match for us".I replied at length, but there was no reply from Ratih. I know Ratih must be angry, because he already loves Radit who is clearly not a human child.
"OK." turns out Ratih replied, and it's only that short as the answer. I exhaled a rough breath. I knew Ratih would be mad at me upon my arrival at home. Ibra patted my arm, gave me support and tried to strengthen me in the face of this kind of ordeal.
"Don't go to the shaman, sir. That's a lie." Ibra's advice, which I only answered with a nod of the head. I'm confused where this all started. I'm afraid I'm going the wrong way, and I'm going to push my family into a black hole.
"Take care, Hadi. He will not bring any loss for you. Even the opposite." said Bu Sofi who stopped by just to meet me. I've been coming to my restaurant several times since she knew my place.
"You remember when I asked you to decorate a room in my house?" ma'am Sofi asked and of course I remembered everything.
"It's also for the baby like the child you are caring for today" replied Ms. Sofi slowly. I was surprised to make him with the confession of Bu Sofi that was really beyond my expectations. I thought that Ms. Sofi would adopt a child from the orphanage or a child from her brother, considering that she loves children very much.
I listened to Bu Sofi's story carefully. Trying to understand in detail about that undershirt baby.
I sip a cup of coffee that Train prepared for me. Trying to fight fear, I sat staring alone on the porch. The distance of the house is quite far from the neighbors, making the atmosphere of the village seem lonely when the new clock shows at eight pm. A black shadow flashed under the tree in the courtyard of the house. I try to ignore and not really care about the coming of that figure. Pretending to play the device and trying to distract me from it.
On top of the tree, the figure of the woman sitting hanging both legs that seemed to be swinging. Her fingers played her hair that dangled down to the ground. I closed my eyes, hoping the figure would leave. It was still afternoon, but they were waiting in line to show their form.
I rushed as fast as I could until the toilet filled my cup. Half-run, I went into the house to find Ratih who was fondling Radit.
"Sir, how long will Radit be with us?" I then hoped that Ratih would not be angry.
"What's the matter, Mom?"
"Mas tired every day in terror by the devil." I answered tightly making Ratih immediately turned to me and made me instantly squeak in front of him.
"What do you mean Mas Hadi?"
"So you haven't felt anything strange lately since Radit?" I asked while pointing at Radit's face in my wife's arms. Trainly looked at Radit. Ratih was silent, he said nothing. Just a little song he hummed to cradle Radit in a sling.
"Radit is our nephew, Mas." said Ratih to make me slack. The drowsiness that had just ambushed suddenly disappeared.
"That's, Deng?"
Ratih tells the truth, where he had a twin brother named Ranti. And Ranti is what often appears every night around Radit and Ratih. It's just that, Ratih could never see Ranti, his twin brother. Ranti died about two years before Ratih knew me. Ratih committed suicide in frustration after becoming pregnant with a rape victim. But his death looks awkward, Ratih considers that his brother was killed in a state of pregnancy. Not because of suicide. And the fetus in the womb of his brother was also buried with the body of his mother. All the photos and memories of Ratih and Ranti are deliberately stored, and they agreed that they will no longer discuss Ranti. Given the condition of Ratih's father who is getting older and sickly, the family does not want to remind about Ranti so that his father does not always think about his son.