Baby Amber
Terrified

I choose to remain silent. I was confused as to what to answer. If Ratih knows I came to Mom's house because of Ranti, surely Ratih also knows why I came to Mother's house far away.

"Mas, please help me." pinta Ratih while holding my hand.

"What should you do, brother?" many weak.

"Let Radit be with us. Let Mba Ranti avenge him first." said Ratih.

"But, Sister. Won't revenge just not solve everything?" I said I was afraid of hurting my wife.

"Mas, then Mba Ranti what should it be? Should you tell him everything about everything that happened to him? He accepted Radit, but that doesn't mean Ranti deserves to be killed." Ranti yelled to my surprise.

"What do you mean, brother?" I'm getting clueless. Mom said that Ranti's mother committed suicide. But now Ratih says that Ranti's brother was killed.

"Mbak Ranti was murdered. He didn't kill himself." said Ratih sobbing. Her crying started hard as I tried to hug her. I gently elus her shoulders and back, letting my wife let out all her sad feelings. Fortunately, our neighbor's house was far apart, so no one would come to the house just because of the sound of Ratih's crying louder.

"Mbak Ranti was killed while meeting the bastard's man, Mas." He began to tell me what he knew.

"He didn't commit suicide by jumping off that bridge. But Ranti was killed first before his body was plunged down through a bridge that rarely passed by people. Tomorrow I'll take Mas Hadi there. To the place where Mbak Ranti dropped." said Ratih makes me feel wrong. My intention to comfort him made him even more vengeful because he remembered his brother's past.

"Then what can you do, brother?" I try to entertain.

"Let Radit be here, and let Ranti finish her wish" said Ratih made me have to agree to his ridiculous request.

"Be good."

I couldn't sleep last night. My mind was full of images of events I had never seen for myself. And also think about the fate of our family in the future if you have to follow Ranti's willingness to take revenge on the man who has harmed her. I was afraid, I was really afraid that Ratih or any one of us would get the right reply for allying with the shethan.

I still choose to go to the restaurant. Linger at home makes me claustrophobic and uncomfortable. Moreover, there is Radit which in fact is not a human baby. It feels weird if I have to play and joke with him.

"Sir, are you sick?" suddenly Ibra came to bring me a cup of black coffee. I who happened to be dizzy felt this was very coincidental.

"Thank you, Ibra" I said as I sipped slowly the cup of coffee that was still puffing smoke.

This time I can't tell Ibra this. All this I consider a family disgrace and should be kept secret.

"Oh, thank goodness. How can I get away from it?" ask Ibra who seems to want to know more.

"Come, Bra. He just left. Maybe it was Ratih who threw it away." I answered so easily that Ibra was uncomfortable and willing to come out and continue the job. Maybe he realized that I didn't want to be disturbed and didn't want to tell him anything.

Ever since I knew the true story of Ratih, I became even more silent. Prefer to stay quiet more precisely. I didn't even tell Ibra about Radit, which I had previously admitted that Radit wasn't with me anymore. Ibra doesn't seem to be very curious about Radit anymore, unlike what I initially thought she was very curious about Radit and Ratih. Ibra had met with Ratih several times. Even so, Ibra could never get along with Ratih. Even Ibra seemed to always avoid when Ratih came to the restaurant. Until finally my restaurant suffered a setback and finally Ratih never again wanted to come to our restaurant.

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A black shadow appeared again. I was making instant noodles in the kitchen just spontaneously jumped up and almost shouted. But considering who passed by, I tried to seem ordinary. Whether natural or not, I try to coexist with Ranti and Radit who have now become demons.

The figure of the woman is seen peering, popping her head between the door wall and the curtain that I accidentally put on the door that connects the kitchen and the middle room. Immediately I bow my head and continue sipping noodle soup that looks fresh but crowded when I swallow. How not, I should try to ignore that figure who was clearly standing staring at me.

"Dik." I called Ratih maybe he was willing to accompany me.

"Dik." I repeated my call, but Ratih didn't show up. I looked at the watch that was on my wrist. Eleven o'clock in the night, maybe Ratih's asleep. I grumbled to myself having to enjoy noodles with a terrible figure at the door. With hunting breath and sweat flooding the body, I forced myself to finish off the noodles that were starting to bloom.

"Damn it, why should it appear at such an inopportune time." I grumbled.

The figure of the woman finally left as well, leaving a shrill laughter sound making my hair stand up when I heard it. I rushed over and decided to go to the room. I just leave the rest of the instant noodles that are cold and blooming. I no longer intend to eat let alone spend it.

"Dik." I chose to sleep with Ratih. Although there is Radit, but at least I am with Ratih at this time. Instead of me alone and back in the figure of the woman in the next room.

"Dik." I tried to flip over the sleeping body of Ratih facing towards Radit. So soundly Ratih that I called many times did not reply as well.

Cold, that's how I felt when I touched Ratih's shoulder. The body is cold and hard. Is it possible to train to cold? As fast as lightning I covered my wife's cold body.

"Sik, I just turn off the AC." I said to Ratih who seemed to move after I was covered. But apparently Ratih did not answer.

"Aaaaarrrkkhh..."

Se-seettaaannn.." I ran out of the room and hit whatever was in front of me. Including the door of the room that I had closed tightly so that the figure of Ranti could not enter. Somehow the door to the room became very difficult to open when the condition panicked, in fact it made me trouble when I wanted to escape.

"Ratiyaehh ... Rraaattiihhh.." as loud as I can call Ratih because right now I am really scared