Baby Amber
Baby Amber

"Sir, are you sick?" ibra asked while serving a cup of coffee.

"Oh, no. Wh why? Thanks for the coffee."

Ibra sat not far from me who immediately took a cup of coffee and sipped it slowly.

"Mother today seems moody. Like something was thinking. What about this restaurant? You still want to sell it?" Ibra seemed worried that I would actually sell my only business.

"No. I'm not selling this place. You don't worry." My answer made Ibra look radiant. Unfortunately for him, he became the backbone of his family after his father died in a work accident. But the company he worked for did not provide compensation to help his family.

"Then, why are you moody?" apparently Ibra sympathized with me. I'm really confused, will I just tell him about Radit's weirdness? Or I will just keep it to myself and I keep all the strangeness that some days I feel at home and at the restaurant.

"Sir."

"Ibra, can I tell you a story?" suddenly the sentence appeared and just said it. Maybe I should have told Ibra. There is at least a place for me to share this oddity, because I think Ratih also seems more strange lately.

Ibra looked confused to hear my words. Maybe he's been feeling awkward with me lately, too. Because I also felt my attitude change lately because I thought about Radit. Where Radit came from, who dumped him in the back of the house, and why babies who were once inside the house are so similar to Radit. It's just that the baby figure that I saw at the time was inside the house had a creepy face. While Radit, he has a face like a human baby in general. But what makes me think that Radit is the son of the devil I've seen, Radit has a very pale complexion. Just like the figure of the little boy I met inside the house.

Occasionally Ibra is seen stroking the nape of his neck. Even his head seemed to look back and forth like it was noticing something.

"What are you looking for?" I was curious about his behavior earlier.

"A. anu, sir. I'mfrightened. Hehehee.." she replied. I took a long breath. I hope Ibra can be made a friend to complain.

"You promise me, don't tell anyone about this." I threatened. I'm worried that someone will take Radit from Ratih. I can't imagine how devastated I felt about the woman I loved so much besides my mother.

"Sir, Mr. Hadi." Ibra ran over to me who was sorting out the food I had just bought.

"See this." Ibra showed me her phone. For a moment I read an article that tells about a baby demon that likes to be nurtured by humans.

"Baby Ambar?" I asked with a frown. Ibra. It is almost the same story as the father's story.

"You mean, Radit who's in my house right now isn't a human baby?" I'm starting to panic. What about Ratih who has been alone with Radit at home.

"How sure are you about this?" I'm trying to make sure.

"I don't understand anything like this, sir. But this looks a lot like what you told me."

"You handle everything, yeah. I want to go home." I rushed to the car and as fast as possible sped on the road. My whole journey has been messed up. Thinking about Ratih being alone with Radit at home.

Niente. Neither were there. I try to go ahead and look for a neighbor's place. Who knows if anyone saw Ratih go with Radit.

"Pity yes, maybe so depressed."

"Yes, where is young. Her husband doesn't really care about it either."

"Maybe because I really want to have children, ma'am. That's why Madam Ratih is like that. We shouldn't be."

I approached a group of mothers who were chatting because I accidentally heard the name Ratih called.

"Mom saw my wife Ratih?" ask them. As soon as they fell silent, no one answered or spoke. Just elbowing each other.

"I'm not angry you're talking about us in the back, which I asked, have any of the mothers seen Ratih?" ask me to repeat the question.

"Ke .. there, sir." point to one of the mothers who was there.

"If you may know, what were you talking about? Really, I won't be angry." I said expectantly. I don't know why there's something awkward about their talk about Ratih. Why can they say that Ratih is depressed because he really wants to have children. While surely yes Ratih brought Radit in his carrier.

"I .. that, Mrs Ratih is like a lack of sane." replied one of the mothers who made my blood instantly rise to the crown. It's just that I promised not to get angry.

"What does Mom mean? My wife is crazy?"

The mother who heard my words felt guilty and silent. He doesn't answer my question anymore.

"No, Sir. We saw Mrs Ratih holding and cradling a doll. Even talking and telling stories." replied the other mothers.

"Dollies?" I scrunched my forehead. How is it possible, if Ratih holds a doll, then where is Radit.

"Mother didn't see wrong? Isn't Ratih holding a baby?" I asked to be confused. The three Mothers who were currently with me also looked confused as well. Like talking but doubtful.

"Yes.sure, sir. Because we saw it for ourselves. We thought, Mrs Ratih was holding her brother's baby or something. But after we approached, it was apparently just a puppet. Moreover, the face of the doll was very creepy." Answer one of the women I know is called Ms. Nina.

I went in the direction where Ratih was walking. According to the story of the three neighbors, Nina went east. A land where the land has not been managed for a long time because the owner has died. In fact, in that land there is an old tomb that has not been maintained. The grave of a woman who died while pregnant. While the baby is buried without finding out whether it can still be saved or not.

My mind was mixed thinking about various possibilities. If what the neighbors say is true, it means that Radit is not a human baby. Except for a baby. Just like Ibra said. Or, Radit was taken by his family and Ratih became depressed because he had to lose Radit. But, why didn't Ratih call me first.

"Aaarrrkkkk.." I didn't find Ratih. Even in the fields I only saw a very high expanse of weeds and some large trees that may have been planted by their previous owners.