Creepy Stories Of Eszed
DOUBLE TROPHY #1

Panic is a word that can describe my situation when I open the refrigerator and do not see an egg there.

"Stupid! Why did it end? How to make an impromptu sponge cake if all the ingredients are incomplete?"

Immediately I grabbed the wallet and then headed to the market to complete the stock of materials I needed. And just got home with relief after buying it.

I've been thinking for a week about how to teach Alif my husband and the damned woman a lesson. If you are off guard, then the second chance will feel very long, because you are very impatient to wait for that day.

Actually I don't want to make plans like this myself, but what can I do? Alif's treatment of me has gone too far.

If you were at my house last month, you'd get me standing glued to the front of a mirror while looking at the gift of a scar on the surface of my blue neck skin, because the heart choked me from behind after asking about a photo of a woman in her memory phone.

They ate, walked, shopped, and the most disgusting thing was the photo of the woman sleeping in my husband's room, in her old contract holding a friendly hand.

I did it because Ifa told me about a woman named Imel who invited her to play and eat ice cream, when she came out with Alif after sulking to ask her father to take her along.

"Dad met the chick, Aunt Imel. I was invited to go to Timezone,” said innocently Ifa while I was singing a sleeping song for her.

“Just the same way aunt and dad? No Dad's friends there?” my question is suspicious, because Alif left on the grounds that there was an event with his coworkers.

“Nothing, Ma. It's just me, Dad, and Aunt Imel. Ifa invited Aunt Imel to play at home, she said she did not want to, afraid of being grabbed by Mama. Mom really, Mama want to jam aunty?” ask Ifa to me.

Hearing that question, I answered nothing. I just spoke a thousand languages and thought about, what really happened during my time in Jakarta and my husband who works in Malang?

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Imelia. The name that appeared from the notification of the Whatsapp message that I opened while Alif was asleep. The same name as the Ifa story, and the same profile photo with the woman's face are stored in my husband's cell phone memory. And what surprised me most was that the name was also in a special Whatsapp group of my husband's coworkers.

"Well! Apparently they work in the same place!" my mind when checking my husband's Whatsapp contents.

My finger is agile to reply to the message from that woman.

[*What do you need with Alif? ]

[Who are you? ]

[I am his wife ]

[What if his wife*? ]

The insolent! Was she dissatisfied that she had Alif strangling me just because I asked her about the picture that was perched on her phone? Now he dares to challenge me?

Alright... Even if no one supported me at this time, even when I reported to my husband's family who did not believe that Alif had been rude because he had asked about their cursed relationship, I would do it my own way.

I've arranged for myself to act normal after that day. I busied myself by searching about the woman by visiting her workplace secretly. Working at a fast food restaurant, making people not suspicious of my presence there.

I also got the best information from the owner of the old contract, where my husband lived when I was in Jakarta.

So this is what they do when we're far apart? We had to separate for a while. Alif had to change jobs in Malang, and I couldn't leave Jakarta because Ifa couldn't change schools that quickly.

Just right then, let alone for video calls or calls, sending messages was never done. And stupidly, I just thought that Alif was busy working on the bone slamming for me and our pair of twins, Ifa who lives with me and Izan who lives with his grandmother in the village.

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I studied her behavior carefully. When he came home quickly and said he wanted to go out for 'coffee' then there was no need to ask back. It is certain that he will go to the old contract now occupied by Imel and will go home until late at night.

I prepared everything carefully. The ingredients I would use, such as wheat flour, eggs, cake developers, sugar, margarine and some other essential supplements, were never absent from my refrigerator until the day I waited had arrived.

This afternoon when he said the word 'want to coffee', I rushed to run like a man who was in awe towards the kitchen, to make his favorite sponge cake.

Fortunately the dish was able to quickly finish before my husband left after the magrib.

"Bring this, Dad, a snack of odd stomach fitting together with temen," I said while proffering a serving box made of cardboard.

He just smiled blandly, snatched the food box from my hand, then left without the wave he often did while we were still very harmonious. Very arrogant, I thought.

"Compose while you can, baby. I will be faithful to wait for the latest news from you."

I passed without a burden from the door, to help my daughter with her schoolwork.

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BUUUKKK BUKK BUKK.

The loud sound of the door waking me from sleep. Scroll wall clock. It shows at 01:23.

Who was banging on the midnight in such a creepy way?

BUUUKKK BUKK BUKK BUUKKK

The pile was getting louder so that made the owner of the contract out of his house.

"What's up, Mas Alif?" but the bouncer answered nothing.

"Yyyyyyyyyyyy. Open the door, cepaaaaaat!" the strong screams from the man made me even more convinced that the one who banged was Alif, my husband.

I rushed out of the room, turning on some lights to light my way towards the door I had locked earlier.

When I opened the door, Alif's face was very pale, like there was no blood flowing there. Sweat ran down from his forehead. He grimaced in pain to make his breath hunt so fast.

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➖ Sarah Eszed ➖