Dear, Dolls!
Monologue Talk with Cello

Emma steeled her heart to step closer to the sofa where the dolls were sitting.

At that time, the room tivi which was not too bright because of the input of light into the room is minimal, making the movement of the Cello doll look terrible in the eyes of Emma.

Emma gulped her own saliva that was stuck in the esophagus.

The girl tried to calm her heart which started pounding irregularly. Especially when he saw his Cello doll continued to pay attention to himself who came closer.

As soon as she got near the Cello, Emma chose the empty sofa next to the Cello.

"Cello, you know what really happened in the pool, right?" Emma asked in a soft voice.

Slowly, the head of the Cello puppet nodded once.

Emma frowned her confused.

'Tumben he was silent! Her usual she was the most cherry and giggling herself!' mumbling inner Emma.

"Can you tell Brother what really happened?" Pinta Emma then.

The cello doll was silent. Didn't answer Emma's question.

"Cell, sister, ask for a big favor. Was that Celia's sister?" Ask Emma with the words.

The Cello doll again nodded its head.

'Nih son, uh, this doll why the hell? Just a nod! Is he fasting again huh?' Emma was busy assuming in her heart.

"Why don't you talk like you used to, Cell? Can't you talk right now? You scared?" This time Emma asked in a row.

Next the Cello puppet shook its head once, nodded once, then shook its head again once more.

'Duh, Ma! Do I speak the language of the speechless? After his work from earlier his nodding-noddling!' Emma grumbled in her heart.

"So you can't talk right now, Cell?" Ask Emma to make sure.

And Cello nodded once again.

Emma thought for a moment.

After thinking about various reasons the doll could not talk, Emma finally could only guess one thing.

"Can't you talk because it's still daytime?"

The Cello puppet then shook its head and nodded later. That made Emma confused.

Finally, Emma decided to no longer invite the Cello doll to talk.

'Capek ah. Many nanya, but the answer can only be a nod or a headband!' emma's grumbling in heart.

The girl leaned her head against the shoulder of the sofa she was sitting on. While the Cello doll still continues to pay attention to her.

Later observed by the doll, finally Emma asked her again.

"Why, Cell?" Ask Emma.

Cello didn't answer. Suddenly, he was drowning on the sofa where he was. And after her she went back to sleep, like her sister's thing, doll Sella.

"uh? Why the hell is this kid?" Emma mumbled slowly.

"Sir Emma? This is the ginger wedang that auntie made just now. Exhausted yes, Neng!" Aunt Hara's voice behind Emma immediately made the girl look back.

"Bi Hara.." said Emma.

"Yes. If you can, do not like to play in the back pool, Neng. That's a pretty deep pool, about her. The water is dirty, too.." Bi Hara advises Emma.

"Yes, Bi. Don't know. I think Emma was flirted. So jump into the pool, " Emma made up the story.

"Yes, Bi. Thank you, Bi.." said Emma.

"Together, Neng. If so, Auntie go upstairs first. Want to settle the room Madam," said Bi Hara.

"Madam Sofia has left for work, Bi?" Ask Emma.

"Udah, Neng. Wh why? Want to ask about asking permission to go home?" Guess Bi Hara.

Emma widens her smile.

"Yes, Bi. Later that night, I said it. Hopefully, yes, Bi.." said Emma hopefully.

"Yes, Neng. If the reason is right, and the time is right, Madam usually gives permission anyway." replied Bi Hara.

"That's it, Bi?"

"Yes, Neng. Aunty's upstairs, huh, Neng?" Pamit Bi Hara again.

"Eh, yes. Emma forgot. Sorry, Bi. Aunty's work was held back because Emma was talking," Emma said with regret.

"It's okay, Neng. Auntie was happy to talk to Neng. Before her was the only aunt in this villa. So no one can talk Aunty ajakin," Bi Hara explained.

Then, Bi Hara went towards the top floor. Meanwhile, Emma glanced at the ginger wedang that was on the tray.

It turns out that in addition to wedang ginger, there are also pieces of kiwi fruit and mango in a small plate. Emma guessed, the fruit was for her two foster dolls.

It was entering the hour to snack. Ten o'clock in the morning.

Finally, after sipping ginger wedang bit by bit, Emma also thrust the pieces of fruit on the plate in front of the mouth of the doll Sella and Cello.

Although the two dolls seemed to be motionless as Emma poked them for fruit, Emma knew. If both of them are sipping the juice in the fruit.

Learning from experience, Emma no longer needs to prove that the pieces of fruit she has thrust on the dolls no longer have taste, aka bland.

After all, it was enough once he tasted the leftovers of the spirit puppets. And he was not tempted to repeat it again.

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Emma's routine for the rest of the day was passed along with the spirit dolls. He even invited the two to the room when the time of Zuhur arrived.

Emma puts Sella's doll and Cello's doll on the bed. While he was performing the prayer of Zuhr.

Emma acknowledged the truth of her mother's words first. That prayer became his self-protection from everything.

After all, Emma felt calm every time she finished praying. With prayers, Emma feels invisible protection from the ghostly terror of Celia.

Perhaps the arrival of Mr. Kiman while in the pool was also a form of protection of God who guarded his from the ghost of Celia.

I don't know, Emma can't be sure about that right now. Maybe it's only later tonight, Emma can confirm the real events. When the Cello and Sella dolls can move freely and talk.

Ahead of Ashar, Emma is in her room alone. At that time both of her foster dolls have Emma placed in her mattress each.

Both have Emma lap and thrust porridge made by Mr. Kiman.

Actually, Emma felt her actions to feed the dolls as mubadzir. How not mubadzir? If the porridge still looks untouched. In the end, the porridge should be thrown into the trash.

But how else? That was Emma's job desk. So he has to do his job as professionally as possible.

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