DEVIL SNARES
CHAPTER 18
🍀 Hampa 🍀
Santi and Reno live independently, but still with the help of Bu Wik as a household assistant and Mr. Jarwo as a driver. Santi runs his mother's alm legacy business. While Reno remains as usual, playing and learning even in the new Junior High School.
Every weekend or long holiday, they ride travel to Kudus. They did that for three months. After Santi graduated High School, they rarely visited Kudus because many things were prepared to forge Reno into a young business man.
Ningsih is still traumatized going out of town. Considering Bayu was still creepy.
"Ah, will I end up like this? It feels so lonely. Did I miss Bayu?" inner Ningsih who guessed what she felt.
When asleep, Ningsih also met with the figure of Bayu in a dream. Ningsih hugged Bayu from behind. Bayu turned around and hugged Ningsih.
However, Bayu turned sinister and suddenly strangled Ningsih's neck. Ningsih tried to thrash and scream. But it didn't produce results.
"Am I going to end up in your hands, Bayu, my lover?" batin Ningsih churned.
"Let'soooooo!" ningsih shouted as she woke up from her nightmare.
Ningsih also drank a mouthful of water in the glass he put near his bed.
Time and time again, Ningsih muttered to calm herself.
"It's just a dream. It's just a dream." The dream felt real to Ningsih.
"Mas Bayu, are you mad at me? Sorry Ningsih yes, Mas," said Ningsih slowly while staring at the ceiling of his room.
Ningsih could not continue her sleep. He rushed into the kitchen, about to make breakfast for Revelation. It turns out that Mak Sri is awake and cleaning the house.
"Tumben ma'am, get up so early. Have you prayed dawn, Mom?" said Mak Sri who was a little surprised to see Ningsih had woken up.
"Oh, yes, this is it, Mom. It turns out that it is still five o'clock ya." said Ningsih as he glanced towards the wall clock that was in the living room.
Before knowing Bima, Ningsih was not a woman who obeyed worship. More and more, more and more distant from God.
Ningsih wants to cook the favorite soup of Revelation. When opening the refrigerator, how surprised Ningsih saw Bayu's head there. Glaring eyes and full smile were seen teeth and a bloody, horrible head!
"Let's!" shouted Ningsih.
"What's wrong, ma'am?" Mak Sri rushed to Ningsih.
"That-that's Mak! There's a head in the fridge!" exclaimed Ningsih who was trembling in fear.
"Ha, is that right, Mom? Where's the head, Mom?" Mak Sri opened the refrigerator and checked the entire refrigerator.
"That, Mak. It was there." Ningsih looked at the contents of the refrigerator.
It's strange!
There's nothing there. Is Ningsih starting to lose her sanity?
"Better Mom rest. Or looking for entertainment. I look tired." Mak Sri looked at Ningsih looking worried.
"Yes, Mom. I'll rest first. I'm going to the salon, Mom." Ningsih went into her room.
"Good, Mom."
Mak Sri saw Ningsih enter the room. Feel sorry for the situation.
"The love of Bu Ningsih, after Mr. Tomi died and went bankrupt, must have been very shaken" murmured Mak Sri.
Ningsih was agitated in the room. Then asked inwardly hoping Bima answered him.
'What did you do to Mas Bayu? Why does his spirit haunt me? Help me, Bima ....'
"NINGSIH, DON'T BE AFRAID! HE CAN'T HURT YOU! SHE'S JUST LOOKING FOR HER TWO KIDS."
Ningsih nodded, a sign of understanding. However, his curiosity was very strong.
"Bima, where did you take Mas Bayu's two children?'
"HAHAHA HIS BODY AND SPIRIT BECAME MY DINING WHEN I MET YOU WITH MY HUMAN FORM."
Ningsih shuddered in horror at hearing that. Ningsih's feather stands. Can't imagine a really bad thing happening to those two innocent humans.
Bima also left Ningsih who was still full of fear. Turns out Bima did not mess with his words. Imagining that, Ningsih remembered Revelation, the only child of his puppet.
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A week passed, Ningsih was still having a nightmare terror. Ningsih tries to apologize to Bayu's spirit, but in his dream, Bayu cannot say anything.
Today, Ningsih was going to Yogyakarta to see Santi and Reno. Ningsih was alone, driving her black car. Inevitably, must ventured out of the city. The children of Ratih are now Ningsih's responsibility.
Listening to some of his favorite songs, going at a moderate pace, Ningsih passed his way from Kudus to Yogyakarta. When entering the Semarang area, Ningsih stopped because there was an accident in front of about five hundred meters from his car.
"It's stuck. There was an accident as well." Inner Ningsih who looked uninspired with the stuck state.
Due to the nightmares that always haunt him, make Ningsih less rest. Ningsih also turned the car towards the Hotel & Resto to rest for a moment.
"I ordered one beef steak with mushroom and one red wine" Ningsih told the waiter.
Shortly after, the dish came. Even though it was still daytime, Ningsih liked to eat steak. Eat it slowly, eliminating tired thoughts. However, it is precisely Ningsih's memory to re-imagine Bayu.
"Eat steak like this so remember you. You're the only one who makes me look like this. I know you're angry and haunting me all the time. But I can what? Against Bima, obviously I was unable. I hope you calm down there, Mas." Inner Ningsih who unwittingly shed her tears. Suddenly, there was a man standing beside Ningsih.
"Don't cry, Miss. It's a tissue for you." said the person who brought the tissue and proffered it to Ningsih.
"Uh, thanks. Sorry, who are you?" asked Ningsih while looking up at the figure of the man who gave her tissue.
"Include Miss, my name is Satria" said the man with a sweet smile.
The man made Ningsih immediately wipe away his tears. Perfume fragrance, black shirt pressbody, black pants, as well as a dark blue tie, very suitable wrap Satria's body.
"May I sit here, Miss?" asked the man to throw off the Ningsih daydream.
"Oh, sure. My name is Ningsih." replied Ningsih as she extended her tender hand.
"A very different name to Miss's appearance" said Satria, smiling and welcoming Ningsih's hand and peeling the back of her hand.
Ningsih was embarrassed. "Indeed, this is the name my parents gave me. Maybe less modern. Sorry."
"It's okay, Miss."
The conversation continues. Ningsih looked at Satria and was swept away with her manners. Satria looks like a man of learning and elite.
"I can't linger. I want to continue my journey to Yogyakarta." Ningsih tried to close their conversation.
"Miss is alone? Or with the driver?" ask Satria.
"on its own. I don't have a chauffeur."
"Then, Miss wants me to accompany you? Can use my car. Miss's car can be left here." said Satria blurted out a sentence that left Ningsih confused.
"Gosh, Satria, you're so good. Are you going to Yogyakarta too?"
"Yes Miss, I'm going to the family tomb." Satria smiled sweetly.