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CHAPTER 15

The – man sat pensively on the edge of the bed looking at his 3-year-old son who was asleep. The night was already 2 in the morning, but the male – man did not feel sleepy at all.

“My son..3 years have your mother gone in such a strange way...His blood was drained to dry...How horrifying...Se...Like in a bite...By...Aahs...Not just your mom...Babysitter – your babysitter...What the hell is going on?...That's so sorry my son...Why does death always accompany your life?? Lucky you didn't get killed...You're so innocent and funny...We were already in love with you when we found you at the gate.” male – the man covered his face gloomily. Can't be dashed the sadness of losing a much loved wife. Moreover, his departure was so strange. Police and doctors have so far been unable to find the cause of his death or who killed his wife Dina.

“Dad...” arrived – arrived boy – lakinya woke up and moaning. “Dad...Be ill..Fathering...Pain...”

Boy – the man gasped at his son.

“What's up, son? What hurts??” ask a man – the man was surprised while hunting – hastily checked his son. The little boy looked at his father as he started crying.

“Sick, dad..sick..”.

“Sayang...What do you got?” men – the man hunted – hurriedly fumbled his son's forehead with worry, thinking the little guy had a fever. The little boy seemed to shiver in pain, his breathing was breathless – puffed up in between his increasingly violent cries.

“Magra...Anggra..” while crying the child pointed – pointed to the corner of the room. “Angra cannot..”.

“Whose members?” men – the man looked at the corner of the room

A tiny body figure emerged from within the darkness of the corner of the room, the figure also had a pair of – ash eyes that were so clear, the figure was clear, he smiled at the man and developed both his hands as if asking to be hugged.

“Dad?” said.

Before the – male moved closer to the mysterious tiny figure, arrived – arrived his neck hurt like someone was biting. Boy – the guy turned his head.

“Aaarrrgghhh!!! Nooo!!!”

The jolted cry of Fairro waking up from his sleep as if it sounded as loud as the male screams of the – men.

“Dreams...Dream it again..” said Fairro with gasping breath – puffing. Ash eyes – his ashes nyalang staring at the wall clock that chimed twice. It's 2 in the morning. Cold sweat washed all over his body. “What does that dream mean? Boy – little boy in the dream who is it? Why did he call Anggra? Is...Is that me?”

Fairro's hands trembled as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

“Gue...I tau...I caused all – deaths of that death...But I don't want to remember...I don't want to know...Why the dream – dream seems to deliberately come to force me to remember what I have done as a child...Why?” Fairro restlessly flicked his random hair – scrambles covered his face. “Is all this not enough to torture me? I don't like my situation...I'm like a demon who needs mystic rituals to increase my power...And the disease of dependence on that blood...Why still have to be forced to see all those – horrible dreams?? Shit!! Why?!”

Fairro slumped down from his bed, sitting on the floor of his apartment room. The clock is constantly shifting from 2 am, second by second, minute by minute. The gondrong was complaining. Anggra usually appears at this hour, but maybe the twin is wandering looking for a place – where there are people who are playing Jelangkung or other mystical ritual –. Let alone. Stupid fuck! Very nice! Shit! He does need the power of the ritual - the ritual now, the power for all this misery!

“Oh Shit..” Fairro collapsed upon arrival in the bathroom.”I'm right – really need the power of that mystic ritual now! I´m...I´m...Shit! Where's Anggra? Why is he slow once tonight?”

Ash eyes – ash Fairro stared at the nanar bathtub bathroom. Like someone moving his body, Fairro slowly crawled closer to the bathtub, opening the tap water bathtub, letting the clear water pour down, filling the bathtub. The gondrong looked at the water droplets coming from the rim of the bathtub that began to fill with water. Water flows soaking his body that rests on the edge of the bathtub. Caressing, cooling his body. Ash eye – ash Fairro then moves into the bathtub. His gently whirring water seemed to call him to plunge himself into it.

Fairro is aiming, he does not know why, arrived – arrived he is aiming. It felt like there was a cold wind whirring in his arms. The gondrong did not know what whirlpool in the bathtub that had hypnotized him in such a way that strange thoughts arrived – arrived to disturb his mind or he was just hallucinating. He felt there was a white shadow arrived – arrived already standing behind him, along with the smell of jasmine that spread filled the bathroom. Fairro felt his body tremble as he rose from the bathroom floor to stand up, his head as if it was so heavy to look back. The young man felt his hair sitting on his feet feeling that shadowy hand, creeping over his black T – Shirt, slowly, so slowly, reaching the top of Fairro's back. A sreet!! The mysterious shadow hand jerked Fairro's T – shirt so that it was torn on his back made Fairro belch in shock. 

“Oh...Ss..Shit..” Fairro complained to feel the coldness of the shadow palms was now more freely moving caressing and tracing his bare back. Nails – long nails of the hand was sharply slicing his back, the gondrong felt there was a warm flow that flowed from his back. Grievous. Fairro closed his eyes, cursing that feeling.

His body felt paralyzed as the hand slowly came down and hugged his waist, Fairro frowned, no matter how strong he tried to rebel but the mysterious shadow behind him seemed to have unopposed supernatural powers. Whosoever...Or any creature...The shadowy figure not only hugged Fairro but also kissed his ears, sighing, as if to invite Fairro to play love. The gondrong felt cold sweat pouring down his entire body, he shuddered as the hand began to shift down from his waist, tucking his plump fingers spoiled into the waist of Fairro trousers before descending again, disembark...

BYUUR!!!

The water bathtub was so loud that it sounded along with Fairro's body that plunged into the bathtub. The gondrong guy let himself sink to the bottom of the bathtub. Longtime. It was as if Fairro would not come out of the water again for good, as if he had let himself die of suffocation there. Either because he did not want to meet the mysterious white shadow, find out who, or indeed deliberately wanted to finish his own life. Fairro must have suffocated to death, if only a pair of hands goulash hoofed – long nails belonging to the white shadow did not immediately pull Fairro's body out again.

A figure of her body in a long, thin white dress, the faint – shows a very nice shape and scatters the fragrant smell of jasmine flowers standing in front of the bathtub. The figure was a longhaired, sheen-black woman, with bangs that almost covered her eyes that were shaped like almonds, making the woman's face look very oriental. Beautiful, like a doll. The woman gazed towards Fairro straight – straight. The gondrong panted back at that gaze.

“Lo? Lo who followed me in the cafe's parking lot, in front of the cemetery gate..” Fairro half-dead set his breath gasping – puffing. “Si..Who lo?...What do you want, lo?”

“I want you..” the woman sizzles talking.

Fairro nodded shivering as the delicate female hand caressed his face. He tried to pull the woman's hand away with his left, but the delicate woman caught his hand and gripped him tightly.

The sparkle of Pentagram Fairro arrived – just made the delicate creature woman look up at Fairro's left hand.

“Oh! No way!! The pentagram!! That Pentagram Necklace!!” The woman was hysterically screaming. “How is it possible...Ye...You..”

The gondrong was about to prevent, but the woman was as if lost from before him. Disappeared somewhere.

Fairro rubbed his wet long hair nervously. The gondrong looked very confused. What exactly happened? Who is this delicate woman? Why her? What's with this necklace??