My Life is Difficult
Doll

I received a doll from one of my patients. For 5 years I have been devoted to the community as a health personnel, this is not the first time I have received a gift from a patient.

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Yes, I didn't ask them to give me anything. But because in this remote village. Almost all residents are small farmers who earn little.

Cheap but quality. This was my motto when I received my medical certificate.

The doll I was given was old. Her clothes are scuffed. Full of snags on some sides. His hair has also partially fallen out.

"The doll's name is Tania, the doctor's mother" said an old woman who gave it to me.

"Tania huh? Hihahi. His name is just as rich I'm Grandpa" I said as I gave him the recipe.

Grandma's hands were shaking. He seemed to have a hard time crafting his own hands.

I folded the recipe and placed it in his right hand.

"May be healed soon. Do not often work in the fields of nek ya..."

The grandmother smiled and said "if I was 43 years younger. I'm still as pretty as you..."

"Gee. Did ya? But for Me. Grandma's still pretty at 70..."

The grandmother just smiled wryly. Then he said goodbye to leave.

I turned to the old doll I had placed on my desk.

The puppet had been out of nowhere since when he changed face to door as if he was ushering in the grandmother's departure.

"alright. Tanias. I'll give you new clothes. And a little care on your body is okay"

I finished my last job at exactly 8 p.m. Puskemas founded by the late father has a distance not too far from my home now.

Arriving in the room. I picked up some used cloth and sewing supplies.

I made a little outfit for Tania who was already shabby. Believe it or not I've been very good at sewing since I was a kid. But since I was an only child, I had to continue my pack and keep away my dream of becoming a fashion designer.

I'm wearing Tania's new outfit. Sewing some torn sides. Tidying up a little of her hair.

"Ah. Her hair is only partial. You are not perfect. Hm..."

I took some of my hair. Then sew it carefully.

"Finally! You look perfect. Even though some of your hair I've inserted with mine. You don't mind, do you?" I said with pleasure.

I shouldn't have received the doll from the grandmother.

Since I received the doll and took good care of it. I felt like I was being watched by something.

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Once when I took a shower. I saw the figure of a woman leaning against the glass while looking at me coldly.

Anyway, when I had dinner. I feel like someone is standing behind me.

When I look back I see no one.

Okay this is horrible.

I finally sealed the doll and placed it inside the warehouse. I don't know why I feel like this is all because of that old doll.

"Mom doctor. Why is your face so pale?" A pregnant woman told me.

"Hmm? That right? Uh. Maybe I'm sleep-deprived" I said as I shifted the fetal detection device on her stomach and watched the fetus on the screen.

"Mother's son seems to be in good health" I said with a smile.

The pregnant woman gave me something as usual that she did.

"This is really nothing. Just a few cassava from my garden. Please accept yes"

"By pleasure-loh.."

I somehow felt weak in both of my hands. Like there is no energy.

"Mother doctor?"

"ah-ah. It's okay anyway. I seem to be tired"

I received the pregnant mother's gift.

After making sure there are no patients. I sat in my chair back. I tried to train both my hands to ascertain his strength.

"Squeaky. Why can I be this clean. I usually survive until night. But it feels..."

My body feels very tired. It was as if I had been working without any rest at all.

Later that night, I collapsed in bed after taking energy-boosting drugs.

"I think I'm tired ... " I thought while looking at the ceiling of my room without asbestos.

I heard the sound of teeth snapping. The teeth were very clear in my right ear.

I know there's something on my right side. I'm lying with someone right now.

"Astagfirullah!!!"

I saw a man without a face just a mouth. He rang his teeth very sharp.

I closed my eyes while reading the chair verses.

His voice was no longer heard. I ventured to open my eyes.

But...

I saw the children sitting on the wooden ceiling waving their hands at me.

They laugh.

I like kids laughing. But if I hear from a supernatural being, I hate it.

Next day. I'm back at work. But this time, I noticed something strange on my skin.

My skin looks a little wrinkled and rough. Not only that, I started to see there were a few strands of white hair in the mirror

"Mom doctor. I don't know why you look ... Sorry strange" said the village chief, Surtano.

"Huh? Weird why Mr kades?" I said with a little annoyance.

"Law. You look old . You are only 27 years old, right? Ah... Is this the style of the kids who are doing it?"

I laughed and sat back in my chair.

"Sir kadesh can. I don't follow the trend today. But I've never heard of a trend..."

The village chief likes to joke. For some reason I forgot my curiosity and went back to work.

But.

From day to day. I'm getting anxious.

Oddities beyond the apparitions at my house are starting to happen.

I feel so tired. Not even able to stand. My skin now looks wrinkled. My hair is partially bleached.

"There's something weird... That doll must be the cause of all this!" Thought.

I tried a little hard to get to the cellar.

I found the doll. The doll looks shabby. Only a week left, but his clothes were torn.

Did the rats eat? But as I recall, I've made sure there are no pests in this house.

"This doll. It's strange. I have to throw it away!"

I quickly ran to the back of the house and burned the doll.

I waited for the creepy doll to burn and become Abu.

The weirdness in me instead of disappearing is even more so.

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"They" are coming up and interacting with me more and more.

Now I am no longer able to work. I just sat in a wheelchair with my mom who looked sad.

"My poor farmer. Why is your body 70 years old? Your age is 27 years old" my mother said sadly.

Right, I look old. Skinny body. My hair is getting old.

It happened in just a month. I seem really sick. Not curses. That doll. The ghosts.

It's all just my silence. The proof is that I don't see them anymore. It must be because of the effect.

That's at least what I thought until I met a very beautiful and fashionable young woman.

He came to my house and gave me a parcel and a letter.

My mom said she didn't know what her name was. But he thinks he's my former patient.

He's been all the way to Jakarta ever since I've covered the puskemas in his village.

"Ma. ma. can open this letter. Tania can't open it..."

My mother immediately opened her Letter and placed her Letter on my lap.

It makes me smile. I will definitely be back young again soon.

To doctor Tania Isabela.

Thank you for everything before. After the doctor accepted the doll. I can finally get back young again.

I've put some money in the parcel.

PS: this doll will be reborn the next year. Make sure to find the doll before you die of your old disease. This is advice because it has experienced it for less than three years. Give the doll to the young woman and let the doll work.