Baby Amber
The Disturbing Satan

My whole body shivered. Even the thick blanket that Ratih gave me didn't manage to drive away the cold that I had felt since last night.

"You want more, Mum?" ask Ratih while showing him a pile of some blankets that he brought. I opened my eyes slightly and replied in a soft voice. Gesticulating to Ratih to cover me again with the blankets she was carrying.

"Mas, what do you really feel?" ask Ratih. But I refused to answer. I could be laughed at all if Ratih knows that I have a fever because I met a female ghost figure that is very similar to him.

"Mas, this is eaten for a while." Ratih came again carrying a tray of food that had no idea what it contained. But my body is still shivering reluctant to wake up even to just eat. I shook my head, refusing Ratih's invitation to get up and eat. The sound of Ratih snorting was annoyed. He was angry because he refused what he had to offer.

I just kept cowering, shivering, holding back the cold that felt like it was piercing into the bone. Even until the sun had been seen rising, the cold continued to blow making my body shiver even more. The layers of blankets I used, unable to repel the cold in my body.

"Mas, we go to the hospital." Refer to the coach. I keep flinching.

"Mas." Ratih's voice began to rise. I knew he must be upset about my continued rejection. But I felt reluctant to get out of bed.

Ssrreekkk .. srreeekkk...

I opened the blanket that wrapped my body. It seems like it is getting dark. I didn't realize I had been asleep for a long time. I took out the blanket that covered my body. Sweat pours and soaks the body to make the clothes I wear wet.

"Dik." I called to Ratih because I heard the sound of footsteps being dragged. Maybe it was Ratih outside the room.

"Sik." call me once more. But the name I called did not appear. With my head still dizzy and staggering, I walked out of the room looking for Ratih's whereabouts.

"Train." I saw Ratih sitting in the middle room facing the television.

"Why not just turn on the television." I asked Ratih who sat down facing the direction of the television that was not turned on.

Ceteekk...

The television was on in an instant. The light immediately shot out late towards me and Ratih who were now sitting next to each other.

"So fast." My inner voice when suddenly the television was on when I protested because it was not turned on by my wife.

"Where's the remote, brother?" I turned to the right and to the left looking for a remote to move the chanel. A white hand stuck out, pointing to a place where the remote I was looking for was. I stood up and intended to take the remote, but my first steps came to a halt when I realized what was really going on. I caught a strange shadow on the glass of the table where I put the television. Ratih who was sitting down with his long hair just draped away. Plus a fairly thick bangs cover part of his face. But surprisingly, since when did Ratih have bangs. As I recall she was always diligent in tying her entire hair back so that it looks neat and more free when doing homework.

I slowly looked back. The woman's figure was no longer there. My body feels stiff, my tongue also feels mute. One broken word can't come out of my mouth. I turned off the television, as fast as lightning I walked out of the house to avoid the figure of the woman appearing again.

"Dik, do you know who Radit really is?" I was slowly afraid of hurting my wife's feelings.

"I mean Mas Hadi?" Ratih looked at me sharply. I understand that he doesn't accept what I say. I tried to take a deep breath, looking for a way with a little thought so that my words did not make Ratih more misunderstood.

"Radit is Ranti's son. You know that Ranti doesn't exist anymore?" my question and answered with a weak nod of my wife's head.

"We'd better keep Radit in the house. Don't take him out of the house." I spoke quickly and kept my mouth shut. Ratih looked at me sharply. But he did not respond to anything with his words that usually always denied that about Radit.

I explained in real detail what other people saw about Radit. Hopefully this time Ratih can understand and accept.

"So they saw I was just carrying a worn-out, scary doll?" ask Ratih limp. His voice looked raucous, his gaze was faint and as if enduring such a deep sense of sadness. I could only nod slowly hearing each question after I explained everything.

"And again, Rick. Why is it that only you are disturbed?" manya.

"I mean, Mas?"

"Why is it only Mas who met the figure of Mbak Ranti with a face that.." I can not continue my words. I hit myself in the mouth many times because of the looseness of speech. I don't know what will happen to Ratih because I said something unpleasant about her brother.

"So Mas Hadi was scared?" Ratih looked smiling. Seen from his face he was mocking me. I convoluted, defending myself by admitting that I feel shocked and uncomfortable if suddenly met with the figure of Mbak Ranti who appeared suddenly.

"I'm sorry, Mom. He's so lonely. He has not found a man who has taken his future and his life" said Ratih sadly. His crying was heard again. Apparently she really felt guilty and depressed about the problems that befell her brother.

"Already, already. It's okay, Sister. I hope I give my best soon, yes. Let Ranti go quietly." persuaded me while continuing to look around.

"Oh yeah, where's Radit?" I tried to divert the conversation with something else hoping that Ratih forgot his sadness and returned cheerful when discussing Radit. But apparently Ratih was not affected. He still sobbed even though I had persuaded him.

"Come, let's go with Radit in the room. Pity her alone." persuaded me again so that Ratih would stop crying. She shook her head, refusing my invitation to go into the room and accompany Radit.

"It doesn't matter, Mas. Radit's here." he answered making me frown. While what I saw was Ratih crying without holding Radit.

"No need to go to the room, Mom. Radit was already next to Mas Hadi." said Ratih made me surprised when I turned to the left, where was sitting a woman with half her face covered in thick hair because her head lowered. But it looks from the side of the smile his lips grinned and creepy. A few drops of blood dripped onto his shabby white shirt and his long dreadlocked hair looked shabby and wet from being exposed to the blood that kept dripping from his head. The woman took Radit and sat on my left.