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10. to the house of Mr. RT
"Eum, speaking of yesterday's transfer how, Mas, Mba? Smoothly? I didn't know if I moved yesterday. I know, if you want a new citizen here. I think it's a long time coming."
"Yes, Sir. My job is waiting. So it can't be delayed anymore. My wife wants to come along too. I usually stay at home."
"Yes the name husband and wife do not often far away. Not well. Hehe."
"Yes, Sir. That's it."
"But Mba Aretha was at home there, right?"
"Alhamdulillah be at home, sir. The house is actually too big for me. We're both alone anyway, so it feels like that, sir. I'm used to our simple house."
Though their home is also no less good and luxurious. It is just a modern minimalist. Mr. Ibrahim's house has no specific artistic value. It is different from the house of Radit and Aretha. Although only one floor, but they also have a balcony in the room. With a garden view in front of a beautiful and cool room. Many sunflowers that if it has bloomed will look beautiful. Their house is modern. Which is so comfortable that Aretha himself rarely goes out of the house, except bored.
But Mr. RT's girly looks weird. Like there was something to say but he hesitated to say it.
"Mba and Mas didn't experience or see anything strange, did they? While living in that house?" Finally the question came up.
Radit and Aretha looked at each other with frowns. "I mean father?" tanya Radit wanted to clarify the question.
"I mean ... Well, Mr. Ibrahim's house was, long time uninhabited. So usually there will be other residents who settle there. Uh but I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, just ask."
"Oh that. We understand what RT is all about. Strange thing, huh? Eum, if I haven't. Just ... The door to the upstairs room opened on its own. We thought it was just the wind."
"Other than that?" Mr. RT looked at Aretha. Because the woman in front of him looked strange as soon as he discussed the matter. Aretha who had come from the beginning to look friendly and carefree, now seemed to look at him seriously. Like something he was thinking.
"Oh me too, this time at the Bu Darsi stall, said the mother there was a small child who followed me. So they think it's my son. We don't have any children."
"Little boy? A girl?"
"Yes. How do you know?"
"Other than that?"
"In addition ... Piano at home, yesterday's sound alone. Oh yeah, one more. This one I haven't told you yet, Yang." Now Aretha turned to her husband who was sitting on the side.
"What story?"
"So morning ... Someone pulled my leg. I thought you were. But when you entered the room, I just realized that my legs aren't you."
"Ah, at least just nosy. Want to tell you to wake up. Let's not late for dawn prayers. You do that a lot, don't you?"
"Yes yes. Don't don't let the demons at home come here, honey?" aretha asked with a serious look, looking at her husband. But after a few seconds he laughed, and it was contagious to Radit.
Mr. RT actually shook his head, because he saw the two of them as if they did not have a burden, but had been disturbed like that.
"Yes, Sir. Right. There are a lot of nosy ones. But ... Father know? About the little boy who followed me?"
"Keisha. Maybe it was Keisha. He is the youngest son of Mr. Ibrahim. Indeed he often appeared in the courtyard of the house, many citizens who saw."
"But then. Why did the mother who saw him, not even recognize that it was Keisha, sir?"
"What then? Why, Sir?"
"Konon said, his face was broken. Because of the hard water. Accidents. Ibrahim liked to make metal from iron or steel, and he used hard water to clean the metal."
"Geez, how sorry."
"Keisha died of hard water?"
"No, Mas. Instead he died from a fall from ... Balcony of his parents' room. It's just that Mas Radit and Mba Aretha need to know, if Keisha is buried in .. the backyard of the house."
Aretha and Radit gawking. They even just found out about it, even though they had been living there for two nights.
"What's the truth, sir?"
"Why not just be buried in a public cemetery, sir?"
"Sir Ibrahim was devastated by Keisha's death. He decided to bury his daughter in the yard. He said to stay close."
"Crazy at all," murmured Aretha looked rather surprised and a little annoyed.
Radit then clasped his wife's hand trying to make Aretha can be calmer.
"What else is it, sir? Maybe there's something else we need to know?"
"dm ... It's been. That's all," explained Mr. RT with an uncomfortable face. Many times he looked outside the house. Like someone is afraid to hear the conversation.
Without them knowing, it turns out that there was indeed someone who had been watching them there since. The woman just stood by the coconut tree, staring at the three people expressionlessly. Her red clothes contrasted with the atmosphere of the dark place. No one was aware of the woman's presence.
"Oh yes, one more. What Mas Radit and Mba Aretha need to know. If in this village, there is one important rule that must be obeyed by all residents without exception."
"What is that, sir?"
"If the night comes on Tuesday kliwon and Friday kliwon, after the azan magrib reverberate, residents are required to close all doors and windows. If you can the curtains that connect with the outside of the house must also be a meeting. All outside activity was stopped. Can't leave the house that night."
"Why, Sir?"
"In this village ... There is a genie figure that will come to anyone who is still outside the house. Maybe this is called a hereditary myth, but all villagers have implemented this since long ago. Oh yes, before night, sprinkle coarse salt around the doors and windows of the house, on the outside. So that he can't go inside."
"Wait a minute. A genie? Father meaning ... Umm sibyan?" asked Aretha who immediately remembered a figure that was not foreign to her.
"Well, Mba Aretha know where you're from?"
"Wait ... This isn't Alas Ketonggo village, is it, Dit?" ask Aretha without answering Mr. RT's question.
"Ketonggo Alas Village? That's the village next door, Mba."
Radit and Aretha simultaneously looked at Mr. RT with widening both eyes.