Baby Amber
Enmeshed in Love

Along the way home, I always review Mr. Trimo's words. Mom gave me some advice to be more vigilant about the demons that are troubling my family.

"So, did you hear Mom?" Mother hit me hard in the arm, making me flinch and wake up from the daydream. The words of Mr. Trimo have really managed to take control of my entire mind. I rang her words saying that Ranti's spirit fell in love with me and tried to control me.

"How is it possible, sir? Am I the husband of my own sister?" I argue that I hope to break Mr. Trimo's faith.

"But that's the truth, Hadi. You are not hiding anything from you either. You say all that for your good." said Mr. Trimo while continuing to suck the clove that had almost died in his hands.

I'm speechless. Thinking about every detail of the story that might happen to me. Ratih deliberately harassed his late brother to return and take revenge for his own death because Ratih felt guilty for making his brother died because of the actions of the irresponsible man.

"Your wife doesn't know that her spirit's legs end up liking her husband too. Keep them both. Or your wife will die with him." That's what Mr. Trimo said that made my mind go mad. Since then I only thought about how I could tell Ratih without Ranti's knowledge. As far as I know, Ranti and Radit have always been around Ratih.

"Mas, from wherever the hell you are." Traini terrorized me with questions. I tried to calm Ratih.

"Sorry, Nduk. It was my mother who asked Hadi to stop by my sister's house first. A lot of people there, it's not good to pick up the phone. So your husband's phone is turned off on purpose."

Ratih snorted in annoyance, but he did not dare to refute Mother. Ratih just nodded and took over the groceries that Mother brought because we had also stopped by the village market to buy time so that Mother could give advice to me.

"Remember, Di. Keep your wife from the devil. The dead should not interfere in the affairs of the world." said Mother made me crumble. I rubbed the rough nape of my neck that felt cold. Remembering that Mr. Trimo also said that the spirit of Ranti followed me to his house and disturbed the Holy child because I was close to his mother.

"Then what should I do, sir?"

"Do you often leave prayers?" mr. Trimo asked to make me flinch. My face shone with embarrassment. Honestly, the religion I profess is just an identity. The rest I very rarely even almost never carry out my duties as a religious people.

"Jaga Salatmu's. Keep Faith. That will protect you from their nations and the like." said Mr. Trimo in the follow blow hard from Mother.

"Mom said many times. Why do you never want to obey?" Mom looked angry. I beat my arm and made me complain of pain. But I don't seem to care. His hand that had already appeared to be filled with wrinkles hit me hard. I don't care what I say to ask for forgiveness for pain.

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Sorry, leader, othornya often absent updates. But it will be done for frequent updates... Thank you to those who have become loyal readers of Hadi and Ratih's story. Don't forget to stop by the other story.