FROM ANOTHER WORLD TO YOU (Sistery Story Group )
Chapter XXIX - R i t u a l (Introduction Round )

#Prologist

I tidied up my clothes that were tangled, repeatedly I reflected to make sure there were no suspicious marks that could make other people misperceive my face. After making sure everything was okay, I immediately stepped out down the corridor of the room where always showing the daily routine of people taking care of bank transactions. The lights started to light up, however, not quite illuminating the room as a whole while the clock on the wall had shown at 18:30. At this hour I usually have prepared the needs of Mas Doni: coffee, warm water and so forth. But, the invitation to dinner with Mr. Jonas was also not to be missed. I did it all for the happiness of the family.

I continued walking down the corridor which is almost 5x7 M² with a length of 100 meters. Silent and deserted... All that was heard was my 2 cm heels clashing with the floors of the room. Echoing and filling the room, paying attention to the ears. I had to go home immediately, before being showered with strange questions and rantings of Mas Doni. I don't know, I have to come up with an excuse especially in front of him today. Every day I always come home late and give the same reason, obviously impossible to believe.

Suddenly my steps stopped, in the room with minimal light I could see a shadow of a woman sitting on one of the chairs. He lowered his head, could there be any customers left in this place ? No. gabe... I made sure of it. No one was sitting on that one-meter-and-a-half-length black-painted chair. Then, how and from where this person entered, considering that the entrance had been closed a few hours ago.

"Sorry, Mum... This office is closed, if you have any business withdrawal or deposit mom can come back tomorrow morning when it opens," I said.

There's no answer. The woman was silent, silent like a stone statue.

I took a deep breath, then slowly approached her. Back I said as kindly as possible, "Mom, the operating hours of this bank are closed, if you have the need to withdraw or deposit money. You can pick it up at the ATM machine or come back tomorrow during operating hours, sorry, yes, ma'am,"

The man did not answer but wept bitterly, his shoulders shaken. I'm getting confused, "Why are you crying, Mom ? All right, I give up, what do I need to help you with, ma'am...."

I smiled as the woman began to respond to me, she moved her head slowly and what came to my mind was the face of a middle-aged woman, and yet, she moved her head slowly, my smile turned into a shout while in front of me was a broken-faced woman, her left eyeball out, hanging between her cheeks and nose, blackish-red blood pouring down heavily, some wetting the clothes I was wearing...

"Lo, Dhea... You haven't come home yet ?" ask Mr. Jonas.

"What's up, Dhea ?" mr. Serpong also asked.

"I... I.. This mother," I said, pointing to the direction where the woman was sitting, but, there was no one there, "Right, sir there was a woman sitting here," I said with a trembling voice.

"Mbak Dhea, there's no one in this place but Ms Dhea, what's up, mbak ?" ask Mr. Serpong.

I did not answer, but immediately stepped out followed by Mr. Jonas.

"You look tired, Dhea... Let me drive home" Jonas offered and I nodded, while a pair of my eyes could not see the chair in the corner of the room.

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