Descendants To Seven
My Mom's Home

The clock shows at 17:00 local time. Time for the workers to return to their homes. There are some people who still choose to stop at the park to relieve fatigue, because it has been a day of work.

As they talked and talked about the results they had today, someone greeted them from behind.

"Mom don't go home for long, pity your little sons and daughters looking forward to your return" a voice said.

"Oh yes, it's soon we'll be home, too" replied the curly-haired woman.

"True, today even though it was late afternoon, the sun was still shining, so reluctant to go home. It's more comfortable to relax here first" said the woman, who lives under the left eyelid.

"Yes, then I go home first" said the voice.

The women were silent for a moment, as if someone was commanding her. To wait for someone to rebuke them to pass by, across the place where they were sitting. But it's been over 15 minutes, no one has crossed them. And without warning they looked back. But there was no one else but them there.

The curly haired woman held her nape. And women with flies under their eyelids do the same thing. The two look at each other. As if speaking from the heart, they made the same move. Stand up slowly and carry their bags.

At first they walked slowly and while holding tightly to each bag of supplies. Sweat poured from the pores of the two women. The eyes are narrowed, afraid that something unwanted will suddenly appear. It was very difficult to be ordinary, after something strange they felt.

On the fifth step, they accelerated their pace. And when there was another voice, reprimanding them, they ran as fast as they could. Without looking back, and chasing each other for fear of being behind the other.

"Mothers today, they are like children" said a new security guard in his post, as he watched two women run across the street.

Then he wanted to go to the factory to see that there was no one else. While he was walking around he saw a young man still working. His intention was to lock the door he broke. Then he went to the bathroom to pee.

After removing the water he did not flush the restroom. Then he heard footsteps. When I looked, no one was going to the bathroom. He also thought he had heard wrong.

"Geez who's pissing but not watered?!" I heard an angry voice in the bathroom.

The guard turned his head, looking towards the row of washrooms. It looks like one door is closed. Then there was the sound of water being watered, after which the door opened. The pessing scent is gone.

The security guard was not surprised. It had been a while since the door had opened again, but there were no footsteps coming out. Slowly he stepped into the bathroom. Then push the door with a bat. Then he thought it would be embarrassing if he allegedly peeked, so he pulled his club and tiptoed back.

*Brukk!!!

The sound of the factory door being closed. He also looked towards the voice. As soon as he turned to the sound of the factory door closing, he heard footsteps behind him. When he looked he saw a figure slashing. The head was broken and covered in blood. His head was no longer straight at his neck. It looks like a broken part of his neck. But not until it breaks up.

"Other times if you pee is watered! The other kasian should come and smell your piss!" scold the creepy figure.

Because of the fear of security guards running in droves like a thief pursued by police dogs. He ran to the factory, looking for someone. When we arrived at the factory, the door was locked. He was also astonished. The factory key is only on him. Unknowingly he felt the key he had hung on his belt. But the key doesn't exist.

The sound of a key playing right behind him.

"See this sir?" ask the creepy guy.

"Ha-han han-tu...!!!" shouted the security guard ran to the security guard post. Hiding under the cover.

*cring.

The sound of a key being placed on the table. Satpam. Dare not look anywhere. After a few minutes there was no sound. He also ventured to see the surroundings. Then slowly the land came out from under the table.

The keys are placed on the table. With a tremble he took the key. Then after an hour, he returned to the factory to check once more, whether there were still people or not.

When he was again inside the factory he always looked back quickly and his head could not stand still. Because of the fear of creepy figures and the sense of responsibility for work. Make him act like that.

He breathed a sigh of relief after making sure there were no more people in the factory. Then he locked the door and returned to his guard post. To ensure that no one enters the factory. If there is no interest. While waiting for the person who replaces to keep watch the night.

While a man is confused by his own address. He forgot where he lived. For he did not see his house that was about to fall first. But when he saw his mother come out of the house, throw the trash and go in again. His feet moved into the house.

Up inside he saw a row of items that he knew. The champion cup that he had obtained from the school was arranged in a glass cabinet. Her mother felt the thing softly. As if afraid to ruin it.

Then he saw his mother wearing a necklace that he thought was lost. He smiled with relief. When he approached his mother to ask for the necklace. Someone called and made the woman leave him.

The woman went to the kitchen to prepare her favorite dinner. He feels very happy. Tiredness after a day of work at the factory will soon pay off when he eats dinner later he thought.

Not bothering him, he thought about taking a shower. Then he realized, if he forgot where the bathroom was. When he turned and asked where the bathroom was, his mother and sister looked very busy preparing dinner.

"Well shall I seek for myself" he said.

Not long heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. His mother and sister stopped their activities for a moment. Then look at each other. When they thought they had heard wrong, they continued their work.

But for the umpteenth time they heard again the sound from the direction of the bathroom. The whistling sound that his son often made while bathing, after returning from the factory. They have also stopped their activities.

"Ma, did you come home?" ask daughter.

Be continuous...,