Hidden In The Mist
Chapter 5 Romo

The night was getting late, the village on the mountain slope was very quiet. Everyone goes into their own room. Angga was still sitting on the bed. The dimly lit room looked gloomy and sinister to him.

"This room is too big for me to sleep in. What's the job of a homo to be able to build a big house like this?"

"The sculptor, the urn, the mask, and the painting, honestly gave me goosebumps. This house is unhealthy, cold, and strange. The aura was intimidating, from earlier I did not see any other family members, there were only three of them in this house."

"Then for what romo build a large house with many rooms, even until there are three floors in this house. It's a really weird family."

Angga could not sleep he just fell silent contemplating looking at the goods in the room which was like having a life. Angga got up from his seat and walked towards the door. He had peeked out to see the quiet atmosphere in the hallway, then closed the door again.

The hallway of the second floor was already dark, there were only a few bolams still lit up. Angga thought of sleeping with Ryo. He did not like the aura in the room he was in right now.

"I'd better move into Ryo's room, this room scares me."

"Tock... Geck... Geck... Ryos.. Yo... Open the door, Yo..!"

Angga turned to his left right, the room was very quiet, but Angga felt himself being watched by someone he might be hiding in the dark.

As Angga turned his head again towards the stairs leading to the third floor, where Herly and her parents were sleeping, he saw a black shadow drifting upwards.

Angga's skull feels very cold, his heart beats faster, his palms sweat, and his hair bristles. Angga really can not control his emotions.

Fear haunted his mind. The knocking of the door became louder, until Ryo, finally appeared from behind the door, and pulled Angga inside.

"Shhh.h. don't be noisy, I know what you see!"

"Why did you open the door for so long?"

Ryo smothering Angga's impatient mouth will tell her the horror experience she just felt. After Angga calmed down, Ryo released the clot of his right hand from the mouth of Angga.

It turned out that Jaka was already in the room, sitting on a dresser chair near the teak closet. The young man's face was as pale as Angga's. Apparently the young man had first felt a disturbance in his room.

"It's not just you, Jaka is the first person, I think this house has a secret. We better not stay here any longer, tomorrow morning we go home."

Ryo pointed towards Jaka, the burly young man's face, looked shocked and unable to speak. Ryo felt Herly's house was not right from the start. Fortunately he had not gotten any terror, so it looked tough libih from the others.

"I agree we go home tomorrow morning, I don't want to be a mash in this fucking house."

Angga is very emotional, only this time he feels very intimidated. The uncomfortable feeling that from the beginning they felt was actually proven to be real. Ryo started to connect the words of grandma at the station, with what they're going through now.

"Is Herly the abuser Ngga?"

Jaka begins to suspect that Herly's family is taking a shortcut to prosperity. Not without reason, even in a very remote place, but Herly's house is indeed very large. The land of a large yard, which grew many large trees, like not having a fence at all.

They suspected Herly of making her fortune in an unnatural way. But Angga wasn't sure if Herly did it.

"I don't think Herly did it, but Romo. This house belonged to Herly's parents, he was only the heir. To be honest, I was a little surprised by his father's will. You heard what Mom said, right?"

"He asked Herly to tell others to bury himself in his hometown. This is not his birthplace."

"More surprisingly, Romo did not allow Herly as his only son, to visit the tomb of Brliau, and he wanted to see his son have friends, so we are here now."

"Although during college we are not very familiar with him, but Herly considers us as friends. There must be a reason behind all this, right?"

Angga continued Jaka's suspicions, but not in the direction of Herly, but on the figure of the father who looks to be picking up his death in a moment.

Too much awkwardness in the words of Herly's father which of course makes him sure, if not Herly who did the wedding, but the father. But everything is still limited to the personal prejudices of an Angga.

Ryo scrunched his forehead, he tried to understand their situation. There was a curiosity in his mind. There are too many puzzles in the Herly family, but the mental terror they are experiencing in this house, makes them want to quickly go from there.

They can't sleep tonight. The noise from outside the room was still heard. It was hard to close my eyes. The feeling was haunting them. Angga, Jaka, and Ryo, can only sleep when the sky starts to light up, and the sound of activity outside the room is no longer heard.

In the room Nice just finished meditation. The strange young man did not feel that anything strange was disturbing his sleep. The habit of waking up in the morning blind, it has been done for a long time, when Good is still studying black magic.

"It turns out Angga was awake, but where was he in the morning like this?"

Good smiled faintly, then went towards Ryo's room, which was locked from the inside. Good to knock on the door, but no answer.

"Basic kebo, this hour is still sleeping."

Good muttered softly, then down towards the middle room. He didn't find who was in that place. Because of boredom Nice walking the street inside the house. He thought he would see a collection of antiques belonging to the roo on display from the living room to the dining room.

The house is like a museum, many ancient artifacts that become a collection of romos. Good to feel some heirloom objects are indeed lucky. As a person who has ever lost his way in the black world. Good to understand very well what inhabits the collection objects of romo.

"Himply, this house is not good, there are many things in this house that have lives."

Being engrossed to see see, arrived at the corner of the eye Nice to see the shadow of the father who walked towards the kitchen. It's good to be quiet, and try to remember what happened last night. He knew very well that Romo was sitting in a wheelchair. The old man's body was so frail that Herly had to carry her father to lie on the bed.

"You're already well, Gus, where are the others, aren't you awake yet?"

Nice to be surprised, his eyes immediately diverted to the voice of Herly who was climbing the stairs. Herly and Yasmin got off together, Herly's wife immediately went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

"It looks like they're so tired Her, I've knocked on Ryo's door but there's no answer, while Angga I don't know where he's going, his room is empty."

"Jaka still seems to sleep the same as Ryo. Those two guys sleep like kebo."

"HAHAHA...!"

You could be Gus, you know, let's go find Anngga in the front yard, maybe he's on his way around the garden."

Herly opened the side door that was still locked, thinking that Angga must have come out of the living room door.

After walking around the house, Good only clearly knew the appearance of the Herly family home. The old building was more like a castle than a mansion.

The structure is sturdy Gothic style, similar to the style of building houses of Europeans in the middle ages.

The grounds are vast with no fence in the way. The old, big, tall tree, lined up neatly to shade the house. Good Eyes are again centered on one point. It was as if he saw a man standing looking at him from a tree far away from his feet.

"What's Gus, you see what, there seems to be something that interests you?"

Herly stared at the tree that was the center of attention. He tried to look around, what was being noticed was good. But there's nothing there. Good himself refused to tell me about what he had just seen.

The strange young man preferred to be silent, keeping curiosity in his mind, rather than telling Herly about the oddity he felt.

"Owh .. It's okay Her, I'm just a little confused, how do you two take care of this house. A big building with a yard this big?"

"HAHAHA...!"

"Of course we can't afford Gus, here we don't srndiri. Every day dozens of people are working on the homo, but they all don't live in this house. Now it's only six in the morning, they're coming later, right at seven."

"Romo is the owner of twenty hectares of rice fields and fifteen hectares of gardens, he also owns a beef cattle farm not far from this house."

"We employ the residents of two villages, therefore, despite being farm children, I am able to migrate to Jakarta, and attend a university of bourgeois children like you. Yeah, even though I'm insecure about my friend's lifestyle."

"But I'm grateful there are still good children like you who don't choose friendships. You, Angga, Jaka, and Ryo want to be friends with me who's a farm boy from hicks."

"Yes, I also realize that we are not really very familiar, but still I consider you as my closest friends."

Hearing Herly's remark, Bagus was immediately stunned, he who used to be popular among his old friend, never thought of packing a friend box. But it is, Good more often gather with children who are aligned. He prefers to hang out, hang out, and channel a musical hobby with his band.

"I'm sorry if you feel so Her, we didn't mean it that way. Especially me, to be honest personally, I never wanted to distinguish friends, let alone a smart kid like you."

"At that time I was obsessed with music, yes, you also know that I often skipped college. If it wasn't the chancellor's dispensation, I wouldn't have graduated on time."

Herly smiled faintly, she could understand Good attitude. While berbrol, Herly invites Bagus back home. The workers began to come thronging. Yasmin was seen standing at the kitchen door with a sweet smile welcoming the house assistants, who were preparing to carry out their daily tasks.