Baby Amber
Terror in the Village

All day long I thought only of Mother's words. Who do you really see, could you just mislook? Or actually, there are those who follow us to this village.

In the afternoon I decided to go around the village. While taking a leisurely walk, I recalled my childhood with Ratna. My sister who has been gone for a long time because she has a congenital disease.

"Mas Hadi." a woman's voice called out. I turned my head, a woman whose face I knew and used to be very close to me called out. He came straight at me as I waved at him.

"Mas Hadi how are you?" ask Holy, my childhood friend. Even until we were adults our relationship did not change. But it seems that the Saints have changed a lot. His once small body, now seemed more contained. And in his carriage, there was a very cute and fat little boy. The boy waved and patted my shoulder.

"Don't, honey. It's Om Hadi." Sacred brought the baby closer to me to shake hands.

Holy son of one of the elders in my village. His father included people who understand and can treat pain due to non-medical problems.

"Oh, yeah. You healthy?" I asked when we talked long enough.

"Healthy, Mas. Mas Hadi stopped by dong at home. You must be happy to meet Mas Hadi again." said Suci while fondling his son who had begun to fuss.

"Yes, I'll stop by tomorrow" said I, who then said goodbye. It was uncomfortable to linger chatting with Saints. Although we used to be very close, but now I have a family. So it's not worth it if I have to get too close to the Saints. As for Saints, her husband works out of town and will return home once every few months.

Klootteekk...

I heard someone in the kitchen. The feeling I just fell asleep, it's impossible if it's morning and Mom's already in the kitchen at this hour. I turned on my phone to see what time it was. It was still eleven at night.

"Hasn't Mom slept?" I got up and intended to go back. Looking at the mother who might still be finishing her work. Poor Mother, because of our arrival Mother so bothered.

I took a glass and poured water from inside the jug. I started to realize that there was no one in the kitchen. Even the dishwasher is still dry. There is no unfinished work because all the equipment is neatly arranged in place.

"Could it be a rat?"

Srreessseett...

A black shadow flashed swiftly in the central space. The shadow was clearly visible when the figure walked forward. I followed, afraid that a thief might enter the house. I press the light switch button, no one.

"Search for what, Di?" suddenly my mother came from the room.

"Oh, no, Mom. There was a voice, Hadi thought there was a thief." I said.

"Tell you, Di? Something went wrong after you came here. My mother whispered to me.

"What do you mean by mother?"

Mom pulled my hand to get into her room. Looks like Mom wants to say something.

"Huh? Mom seriously?" my many. Mother nodded.

"He's like this." Mom shows off the woman you see. The figure of a woman who kept her head down and did not show her face. But physically the same as my wife Ratih.

"She looks like your wife, but I don't see her face" Mom said, giving me goosebumps.

Mother also told me that since then I have not been able to sleep. There were some senseless noises in the kitchen.

"So someone washes dishes in the kitchen. I cleaned everything before I went to sleep. I thought it was your wife, but when I came out there there was no one there." Mom said as she rubbed her neck.

I didn't tell Mom who exactly you saw. I'm afraid that I'm afraid and dislike Ratih because of Ratih's family past.

"Maybe you're too tired, that's why you're like that. Now it's better to just take a break." Refer me. But Mother still refused. Even Mother was very sure that I was being followed by a subtle creature.

"Tomorrow Mother wants to go to Mr. Trimo, his Holy Father. Let him cast that demon out of here. You seem to be followed." said I insist. What if you knew who that figure really was.

I exhaled a rough breath. Tonight it seems like I can't sleep. I feel guilty if Mom is being bullied by Ranti. After all, how could Ranti come with us to the village. While Ratih said he was looking for a male figure who had killed his life first.

The next day, I was actually going to Mr. Trimo's house. At first I was reluctant to accompany, but because Mother kept pressing finally I followed Mom's will. Along the way, she prayed incessantly. I felt our steps being followed.

"Who the hell is it, ma'am who follows us all day? Satan is also afraid of the sun." I wish Mom would laugh. But she hit my arm hard.

"Who said demons are afraid of the sun? So don't watch most soap operas, so that's not how it is." Mom's cerocos made me laugh amusedly.

Arriving at the Holy house, apparently his father was treating one of the residents who he said to spend time playing until maghrib near the bamboo garden. Finally you wait until Mr. Trimo comes home. I don't want to go home again because I'm afraid I won't see Mr. Trimo if I come back.

"Mom just wait. Fear your Father will leave again." said Mother to Suci. Saints who are busy with work in the kitchen part to continue their work.

"Here's your son the foster mother. There you are if you still bother." ask Mom. Initially Suci refused, but because Mother continued to force finally Sacred handed over her son to Mother.

Seen so unfortunately Mother in the Holy Child. Mother's laughter seemed to be holding the Holy Child, and the child laughed very adorable chuckles.

"Assalamu'alaikum." there was a greeting from outside the house which turned out to be the voice of Mr. Trimo just came home. Suci told the meaning of my arrival and Mother to his Father. And the Saints took over her son from Mother. I also really wanted to carry it. The cute face of the boy really made me fall in love when I saw him.

Sometimes Mr. Trimo looks at me. Mother and Mr. Trimo chose to chat inside, whereas I chose to wait outside. But it was clear that Mr. Trimo was constantly staring intently at me.

Oooeeee...

The Holy Child suddenly cried hysterically. His eyes were empty, and he cried without tears. But the Saints seem ordinary. Usually most parents will be confused and panic when their children cry hysterically. Mr. Trimo approached his grandson, I don't know what he read. But his mouth looks kamat kamit chanting prayer and then rubbed the face of his grandson who was still hysterical. In an instant his grandson fell silent, even seemingly ordinary as if nothing had happened.