I Turned Out I Had Khodam
Chapter 49

No one heard Meka's scream. It was as if they were all caught up in a dream.

Meka trembled to see the figure of a creepy little boy with one missing eye and a cracked head until blood poured out.

"Give me back! Restore....!" shouted that invisible figure.

As she ran away, she opened the door, but it was locked.

"Why is it locked. Bukaaaa...Papa...open the door...!" Meka kept screaming, but no one opened it.

While the figure of the little boy approached towards Meka.

"Sister.return..! Return my...! He's evil, he took it..! said that figure who wanted to reach Meka's body.

Meka fainted at the door of her house. No one heard his screams.

Morning arrived with very clear weather. He squirms on his bed. Then slowly he opened his eyes. He was shocked and immediately sat up. Meka spread her eyes out in her room.

"Why am I here? Not yesterday night I passed out in front of the house.Trtus who moved me?" ask Meka confused.

Then he got up and went out of his room to Zain's room. Meka opened the door to Zain's room. Meka was shocked to see the sight arousing desire.

"Zain, why are you wearing that towel? The door is no longer locked!" Meka was annoyed with Zain's behavior during the bodo'.

"The one who entered you, baby! Why are you saying that so early in the morning, huh?" ask Zain astonished.

"Zain, are you the one who moved me into my room?" ask Meka to investigate.

"Yup right, why else would you sleep in front of the door? Yesterday I was looking for the night in your room, even no one. Then I thought you were in your Papa's room. But when I was about to enter the room, I heard like there was a sound of something falling in front of the door. Yes, I dare to see it. It turns out you were sleeping in front of the door," Zain explained about the incident last night.

"But I don't sleep in front of Zain's door!" meka protest.

"So that's what my Meka is....!" exciting Zain.

"Yesterday night, when I was in my room, suddenly my window was wide open until a strong wind came into my room. I wonder why the wind is so strong. Then I tried to close my window. Not intentionally my eyes caught the figure of a small child standing in front of the fence facing my window," explained Meka.

"Little boy figure?" tanya Zain cuts Meka's story.

"Yes little boy Zain..! Trus I ventured out of the house to see the little boy, when I approached him, I just saw clearly the condition of the child with one of his eyes missing or hollow and his head cracked until blood poured. I was scared and ran towards the house. I called out to the person inside, but no one opened it. And the boy approached me, and he was about to hold my shoulder, I turned my head and shouted and I fainted," Meka explained at length while shuddering in horror at the condition of the child's body.

"What a weird dream you have, baby. Is this all related?" zain asked while looking at Meka.

"I don't know Zain either. Everything is confusing" Meka replied.

"What time are we at the funeral, baby? Now you meet your Papa in the room, let him be ready," Zain ordered.

"Yes-yes. And you do not want to use the door of the room is not locked all. Waiting for another woman to come?" search Meka by squinting her eyes slightly.

"Hahaha, you don't think weird baby. I promised your late mother. And I will not deny if Allah SWT unites us" replied Zain firmly.

Hmmm, well I'll go to Papa's room first, Zain. You when you're done, meet Papa too yes," asked Meka pleaded.

"Yes my Meka, I'll follow you later. I still have this job for college. Kemaren Bu Arin nanyai about your tour. Are we coming, or how?" ask Zain.

"Yes the day after we're back. So we can join the tour," Meka replied.

Meka left Zain's room and walked to her Papa's room.

Her father opened the door of her room.

"Why did you wake up?" ask Meka when she enters her room.

"Dear, Papa has been awake since then" replied his father.

"Pa, how are we going to Mama and Biyu's Funeral today, right?" ask Meka expectantly.

"yes, baby, we're going there. Is breakfast ready?" ask Papa.

"Oh yes, I forgot. If so Meka prepare first yes Pa our breakfast. Hopefully Auntie's awake." He came out of the room and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for his extended family.

Meka began to enter the kitchen and prepare ingredients to make fried rice. As Meka was engrossed in the kitchen ingredients, from behind Meka was shocked by a fallen spatula. They saw that the falling object had been in a place that was impossible to fall.

Meka looked back and forth but she found no one and no invisible creatures at all.

"Who made him fall. The feeling was right there near the gas. Could time fall?" thought Meka astonished.

Then he continued slicing red onions and chili peppers. But again something fell. To make Meka scared. But he tried to hide his fear.

"Who is that? Meka Jerky.

"Show me your figure. Don't hide like this?" They also took the falling thing.

He saw a quiet kitchen and there was no sound.

"Make my feathers stand up. Very quiet," muttered Meka.

Then he started cooking his Papa's favorite fried rice. He began to focus on scooping the roof.

From the back, there was a figure who was watching Meka with dislike, he was staring at Meka's back sharply. The person standing behind Meka is none other than Omnya himself. The brother of his father who wanted himself to be handed over as a tumbal in order for him to become a wealthy man of seven generations. But Omnya does not know that Meka is a special person. People who have a crescent moon mark behind their back have the advantage of being able to see the death of someone. All that Meka could find, with her meditating.

When Omnya was pensive, Meka turned her body and saw her Omnya in front of the kitchen.

"Well, what's the bengong there?" Meka awakens her omnya from daydreams.

"Eh ah that, Om just wanted to get some drinking water. Surprised to see you in the kitchen. What are you cooking Meka?" tanya She pretends.

"It's Om, make fried rice for breakfast together. Papa is also laper he said," said Meka while stirring her fried rice.

"That's good, it looks like yes. Om wait yes at the table to eat fried rice," said Omnya who then passed from the kitchen room.

"Yes Om, I'll serve ya!" meka reply.

He immediately went back into his room, and saw that Biyu's pocong rope he had taken was still safe. He'll give it to his shaman soon. And today he plans to go to the shaman's house.

"Pa, what's wrong with you? Quietly worried about that rope!" his wife who saw her husband was silent.

"Yes ma'am, I have to meet our shaman immediately, to give you this rope. Let us be rich ma'am and get around the world. You want to be a rich man?" ask husband.

"Well sir, who wouldn't want to be rich. Especially Mother, really want to be able to buy branded bags, branded clothes and everything that smells branded, I want to buy sir. Let other artists name sir, use branded all. Kan again ngetren Pak branded-branded," replied his wife who spirit 45.

"Yes, you've been waiting for me at home, ma'am. After breakfast, I want to go to that shaman's place. But inget ma'am, don't tell anyone, either our own child yes," asked her husband.

"Yes sir, I won't tell you. Take it easy sir" his wife replied.