Life With Ghost
Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"So what now, Mas? " ask Mas Damar.

The man who had been my husband for five years was asking for his temple, after I told him about Sekar who was back at school.

"Here you go, we're looking for a new school! " Answer Mas Damar casually.

"But, Mas. One subdistrict has been four schools we come to. And everyone is still arguing about the same thing. Take us anywhere else, Mom! " answer me annoyed.

"Patience, Honey. We'll find another school. Let Jenar stay at this school! " said Mas Damar.

"Ngga, Mom. I want us to move to another city. If not to the village! " excited me who was tired of all this.

"But, Honey... "

"If Mas Damar is still heavy to leave this house, let me be the same child who left!" My mouth is fast.

I understand very well what Mas Damar's answer will be. I got up and headed towards the terrace. Breathe in the fresh air created by the night breeze.

Suddenly, a burly hand coiled towards my stomach. I felt the roar of warm breath Mas Damar on my nape.

"I'm sorry, honey. You understand what you feel. All right, then we'll find a way out.

We'll try to move out without selling the house. So that if we need anything, we can come back here! " Said Mas Damar who finally obeyed my wishes.

Mas Damar is the kind of guy I really want. Never once would she snap at me, even though I said in a high tone with her. He sought calmness to cool me back.

"Now, let's talk about the real thing. What makes him like this! " said Mas Damar while guiding my hand back in.

I said, just keeping quiet while following his steps. Mas Damar immediately called Sekar and Jenar who were studying together.

After the Isya prayer, we woke up for dinner and did his schoolwork.

Not long after, they finally came out.

Mas Damar sat down holding a drawing book and a pencil belonging to Sekar.

"Son, tell me, what really happened. Why until the teacher to take Sekar again from the school? " ask Mas Damar plan to Sekar.

He just kept silent while staring at me sharply.

"Auuu!... Uaaa... Aaaa!" Sekar made a gesture saying that he was innocent. His hands were trembling showing that.

"Dear dear, I know, Sekar is not wrong. But try to explain, what is the reason Sekar has no friends and why Sekar said that there are subtle creatures in the school?" ask Mas Damar again, in a soft tone and holding Sekar's shoulder.

Sekar began to grab the pencil next to him, while Jenar immediately walked up to me. His face began to panic.

I kept drawing something that I felt was human. A kid as small as him is already good at drawing something that even I can't. Whether this is an advantage or a disadvantage I don't know.

A few minutes later, the picture was finished. He explained the picture with a writing explaining below him.

When viewed from the writing, he is like an SD child in general. Random and untidy. But to count and memorize, he was more than a child of his level.

Seen in the picture, a child whose head is missing next to his, and large eyes as big as chicken eggs and a very terrible face in the picture by Sekar.

In the writings of Sekar explained, that the boy who accompanied him since the beginning of school. Until the child also helped Sekar against children who often bullied him.

At first Sekar refused, but the boy still did. The more often the ghost figure of the little boy helps Sekar, the more Sekar also has no friends.

Sekar also said that the child died from bulian victims until he was hit by a car in front of the school.

At the end of the sentence, Sekar explained. Even the child goes with him wherever he goes, including when he comes home.

"Then, where is he now?" tanya Mas Damar represents my question.

He grabbed a pencil and started writing.

"ON MOM'S SHOULDERS!" Write Sekar makes me and Mas Damar look at each other.

I don't know why my shoulders and neck feel so heavy. The feathers also stood all.

Jenar who had hugged me tightly, now released a hug and ran into the room.

"Ma-Mas Damar see what? " ask me nervous.

He only glanced at me, then bowed with a trembling hand.

Mas Damar's mouth looked kamit, reading something like he was praying.

"Yanti, as soon as you read a prayer. Keep sleeping, yeah. Tomorrow morning we'll talk again!" Said Mas Damar who did not want to look at me at all.

I just nodded, then moved on with the recitation of the Seat Verse and the short verse.

Upon arriving in the room, I felt a burden on my shoulder that had felt very heavy, now instantly disappeared.

What Sekar said was right?

I don't know, I immediately lay down and closed my eyes forgetting everything.

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This morning, Mas Damar was nowhere near me when I woke up. Maybe he has helped children prepare themselves to go to school.

But has Sekar not been expelled from school, and Jenar also refused to remain in that school?

Not wanting to ask, I immediately stepped out of the room.

In the middle room and kitchen, the atmosphere was very quiet. Like there's no one around. Because I did not see the children and Mas Damar in the room, I finally decided to leave the house.

It looks like Mas Damar has prepared a motorbike and wears very neat clothes. While Sekar and Jenar are also neat with carrying their respective bags.

"Where are you going?" asked me who made the three people immediately turn to look at me.

"We want to come to Kinara's parents' house. The ghost of the little boy who followed Sekar to this house. Otherwise, then you will be the mother of her milk!" Said Mas Damar who made my forehead wrinkled.

"What do you mean, Mom?"

"The ghost died while still breastfeeding his mother. He was also in the bus because of that. That's why he's comfortable with someone, so he'll suckle that person.

The teacher who killed herself yesterday, also for being her milk mother!" sahut Jenar explained.

I knit confused brows with all the explanations they said.

"So, last night when mom went to bed, sister told us the same story again. He said that the ghost of the little boy asked the sister who encouraged the teacher's mother, because she was tired of her milk mother.

So he wants to replace his new mother by killing her. Because the sister does not want to, so she sells herself, and because she is angry with the sister, then her mother is made the next mother of milk!" Clearly Jenar with trembling hands.

I swallowed with difficulty. Hearing all my son's scary words. I've heard stories about ghost milk mothers.

And the end of it was fatal. I didn't think I was the mother of her milk.

"Then, what should we do?" ask me lirih.

"Before he gets tired of mom, we have to tell this to his family members. So that he doesn't take any more victims. We'll ask the chief ancestor's help there and ask his family to send a prayer. That way, he'll go!" jenar lirih.

I just nodded weakly, then wanted to get up to change clothes and immediately come with them.

"Wwwww!" My screams were immediately pushed back to the floor.

"What's up, Mom!? " Excited Jenar and followed Mas Damar.

I'm unmoving. Can't explain what I feel.

The taste, in my breasts like someone's biting strong. The pain and pain I can't explain. Not just next door, but both.

"Acqueen!" Scream me again as I roll to the floor and hold my chest.

I tried to look down, my eyes were immediately rounded, when I saw a thick red liquid flowing on my white flower bedshirt.

"MOM!"

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