Life With Ghost
Chapter 5's

Chapter 5's

"Aarrrgghhh!"

Without thinking any longer, I immediately got up and ran out. I did not expose this pain in my chest, which I obviously wanted to get away from inside that horrible house.

I ran out with a bad breath, but just a few steps I stopped.

Sekar was holding an old Grandma, hunchbacked and did not have one hand. I gaped for a while, before Sekar finally ran towards me.

"Auu... Aaaa... Auuu!" Sekar said with a hand gesture, that this grandmother can help us.

He immediately pulled my hand into the house again, while I who was still confused could only obey.

The grandmother also came in, with slightly limping footsteps. Grandma's face looked a little scary.

I walked by following Sekar from behind. Until we got back into that house.

It looks like Mas Damar has managed to pull back Jenar, only he still continues to thrash. While her grandmother Kinara still coughed with her neck.

The old grandmother who had been with Sekar, immediately approached Mas Damar who was getting more and more difficult to hold off Jenar who continued to thrash and shout.

"Let go of me! I want them to feel what I'm going through!" jenar shouted with an enlarged voice like there were two voices. It's really not his voice.

"Urip iku kang main, Mateni Kang main! Alam ora iso is resisted, awu sing sebyar iku true blessing teapot gusti kanggo jogo fertility earth. Mulane kudu is grateful!"

The old grandmother read a Javanese pitutur while pounding betel leaves and camphor. I don't know what he meant, in a crucial moment like this, he seemed to relax.

Betel leaves that he had finished mashing, he stick it on the forehead of Jenar. At that instant, the boy glared with a stiff body.

I immediately ran towards them, then grabbed Jenar's body. And bring her into my arms.

"Astaghfirullah, Son. What we've been through!" My exclaims were directly hugging her body tightly.

They also sit near me. But his gaze could not be separated into the wall perched a photo of a child who was the same age as him.

The boy was sweet, pretty, ponytailed, in a red and white uniform. Next to the photo of the boy, there was a beautiful woman who looked very young.

Slim body, with straight hair sepinggan. The woman smiled sweetly with the hand holding her daughter's hand.

While I was still busy looking at the photo, suddenly the photo changed.

The mother's expression turned sad, and from her eyes came blood flowing profusely. I could not bear it, immediately averted my eyes.

Sekar held my hand, with a nodding face, like giving me confidence.

I returned it with a smile.

"So, what did I tell you that day you haven't done, Tah, Mar?" The old grandmother opened her voice. Makes me and Mas Damar stare at her.

"Amit, Yu. I can't yet!"

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