My Life is Difficult
Events in Bogor City

"Sahuuurrr, sahur, sahuurrr, sahur.."

The cry of the little children accompanied by the sound of the hornets was heard from outside, many so.

At half-hour three in the morning I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, everything was finished, although maybe only for a while.

After enough time to calm down, I got up from my seat and stepped outside the room.

But still my steps are still a bit stifled, courage is still racing to take off from the shackles of fear that an hour or two ago filled my thoughts and feelings.

This large living room, quiet and empty as it should be, the living room that connects into one with the dining table and dry kitchen.

"As I should" I said? Yes, it should be quiet and empty, because in this big house there is only me, no one else.

Two hours earlier, I had a spooky event here. Enough events make the guts waver.

I heard no man's footsteps, which were like walking here and there to every corner upstairs and downstairs. Coupled with the occasional sound of the door opening, I who was alone in this big house became increasingly drowning in fear in a gripping situation.

Fortunately, the night rolled into the early hours, then the time of sahur arrived, the situation suddenly calmed back.

***

"Where's Rome? Aman right? Hehe"

"Aman om, safe, hehe. Is this home yet?"

"Ah sukurlah's. Rom, this was just the same. Don't forget to feed Leon."

"Ok, Om, just calm down, don't think about the house and the cat. Enjoy your homecoming, hehe"

It was a phone conversation with Om Gilang, my mother's fourth sister. He is a fairly successful businessman, at the age of just stepping into the early 40s.

Together with his wife and a daughter, Om Gilang lives in a large house in the Bogor area, in a housing area around Baranangsiang. This house has only been owned for about a year by Om Gilang, so it is still counted as a new house.

Oh yes, I Romi, a student of one of the universities in Jakarta, will tell you about an event that I experienced only a few years ago.

Well, in the middle of 2018, coincides with the arrival of Ramadan, the month of Ramadan, I who was on college break was asked by Om Gilang to take care of his house because he and his family had to go home to Palembang immediately because there was a sudden need.

I certainly can't resist, it's not nice to say "No".

Yes already, with a bit of weight, I accept Om Gilang's request.

***

"You dare Rom stay at Om Gilang's house alone? Hehe, try to invite one of your friends, who's that."

"Om Gilang's house is far away, Mom, in Bogor, no friend of mine would want to. It's okay, I'm alone, hehe"

"Aren't you afraid, son?"

"What's the fear, ma'am?, this mom is-there, hehe."

"Hehe, be glad that you are brave. Do not stay praying. If you can, take the evening prayer and teach there, so it is not too empty."

That is, the conversation with Mom over the phone, when she asked me what I was asked for by Om Gilang.

Catching any oddity in the sentences he made, I was more or less able to catch what you want to say even though not directly, I understand.

In essence, I have heard stories from large families about the new house lived by Om Gilang and family for the past year.

I have also twice come to visit, I think the house is very large, terraced, although the yard is not too wide, and the distance with the house next to it is a bit close, but still a big house.

Don't know how to explain it, I don't think the atmosphere of this house is so good.

Some parts such as "dead", no movement of air and seems rarely passed by the occupants.

Twice came to visit I never stayed for various reasons, but the main thing was because I was not comfortable if I had to sleep in the upper room.

Not comfortable why? Yes because Om Gilang has just moved and occupied, the state of his house is still not "touched" completely, what's more upstairs. For that reason, I finally forced to return to Jakarta even though it was night.

Blowing the story also in the big family, he said Om Gilang's house was haunted, there was a ghost, he said.

There is a family of one of my Tante who said to have experienced a spooky incident while staying at the house, there was a ghost sighting, no matter what the shape. My younger cousins also often cried indistinctly, or even couldn't sleep all night.

And also, which is quite strange, in about a year of living in the house, Om Gilang has changed ART three times, for reasons that we all do not know. Even the last ART left without giving any news before, even though it was only two weeks working. It's strange..

"Ah, there's nothing. It's just your feelings, hehe" Om Gilang said when asked about the rumors of the awesomeness of his house.

Yes, that is, maybe because Om Gilang and his family have fallen in love, so they feel at home.

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Until finally, on a Ramadan I had to stay a few days in this house, and feel some peculiarities from the ordinary to the truly to the test of faith.

***

The door to my room opened a little, because Leon always meowed loudly when I closed it. If the door opens like this, he can walk in and out of the room freely, funny, glad I saw him.

Leon is the favorite cat Om Gilang family, fat cat in black and white style. Leon is an easily docile cat with everyone.

Still at half 10, arriving at home after returning from the mosque I took the time to relax in bed while playing a cell phone.

The rice pack that I bought on the way home I had put on the dinner table, I had not desired to eat it.

From the beginning before entering Ramadan, like Ramadan before, I intend to increase worship in this holy month, one of which I will maximize is night prayer and teaching afterwards.

So whatever happens here in this house, I can't lose, lose to the fear of creepy supernatural things, don't want the fear of "them" so beyond my fear of sin, or even hindering my worship of reward, that cannot happen

This holy month is full of blessings and forgiveness, an opportunity for us to get as much reward.

Therefore, tonight I intend to pray tonight.

Though 10 o'clock was not yet, but suddenly drowsiness came attacking, with the phone still in hand I finally fell asleep, sound.

"Meooong, meeooong.."

Leon shouted loudly, he sat right in front of the door of the room that was still open, making me so awake.

But, Leon did not face the room, he sat facing the stairs, as he noticed something and continued meowing.

I wonder, what is Leon looking at? What's on the stairs?

"Leon, what's wrong?" I tried calling him.

Hearing my voice, Leon turned his head towards me and immediately ran slowly over, then jumped to sit on his lap.

His face looked panicked, there was an uproar.

After that, Leon calmed down.

Ah, hungry, because I fell asleep earlier I haven't had time to eat dinner. It was 12 o'clock past midnight, I then stepped towards the dining table.

The rice pack was still tied neatly on the plate, I opened it and started eating.

Leon still faithfully accompanied me by continuing to be near me. But there was still something strange, he was watching closely towards the stairs, like there was something very interesting to his attention. His head turned back and forth towards me and towards the stairs, continuing.

I continued to finish the food while watching Leon's strange behavior.

I know, there's something that makes Leon that way, something that maybe only he can see.

But I try to ignore, even though the goosebumps have occasionally arisen, of course fear begins to perch in the head.

"Duk.., duk, duk."

Suddenly it sounded again, from upstairs. Just like yesterday, his voice was like walking footsteps.

I hurriedly finished the meal, then left the dining table which was located right in front of the stairs. After that, I turned on the television, hoping the mind could be distracted, dispelling worries.

When I was sitting on the sofa in the front room of the tv, Leon was still in his place, sitting near the dining table, facing and continuing to pay attention to the stairs, his ears twitched like he was catching a sound. Meanwhile, the sound of "duk, duk, duk" is still occasionally heard.

I look like I'm not scared, like I'm brave, but I'm not. I was also a coward, very timid even, not daring to really face or see "them".

But, trying as much as possible that fear does not shake the faith, does not hinder worship, I really try like that.

Therefore, even though there are signs of horror, I still firmly will perform the evening prayer when the wall clock has shown the time at one o'clock.

There was a shiver in the chest when I had to step foot into the bathroom in the back for ablution, because on the way I had to pass in front of the stairs, the stairs that seemed to be getting creepy.

Leon was still in his place, sitting in front of the stairs, watching the stairway turn left.

Oh yes, since this afternoon, I deliberately turned on all the lights upstairs, so brightly lit up the stairs.

After finishing ablution, I then walked back to the middle room. On this journey, something caught my attention.

When I was right in front of the stairs, I saw Leon still sitting in his original place, still watching the stairs.

Seeing Leon's behavior is finally making curiosity peaked, I then turn my head and pay attention to the stairs, try to find out what is being noticed by this funny cat.

At first, I didn't see anything unusual, the stairs were empty, nothing, nobody.

But, after I looked more closely, it turned out that there was something..

The stairs to the top floor turn to the left, so if you look from below you can not see directly to the top floor, you can only see the wall at the end of the stairs before then turn. Understand right?

Well, when looking at the stairs carefully, it turns out I saw there was a shadow on the stairs, the shadow became quite clear because the upstairs lights were brightly lit.

I saw a shadow of a person, who seemed to be standing at the top of the stairs, I could not see it, because yes, the stairs turned to the left.

Who is that standing on top?

Curious, worried that it was really a person with evil intentions, so I ventured to force my feet to step up the stairs.

I slowly stepped up, one step after another, while the shadow was still clearly visible.

When there was only one more step, I turned to the left, to the top of the stairs.

The deg!

It turned out that there was no one, I saw nothing on the stairs, the shadow had also disappeared, not to be seen again.

A few seconds later, I suddenly got goosebumps, a cold wind out of nowhere blowing slowly on my face and body.

Done it? Not yet, the next time I heard the sound of "duk, duk, duk" again, when I saw no one.

Seeing all that, I undo the intention to continue upstairs, then rush back down.

How's leon? He remained in his place, sitting quietly in front of the stairs.

Next to the front end of the living room, I held a prayerful. My prayer position is facing a large wooden cabinet whose front is made of thick glass.

Trying to be solemn, concentrating, I then started the evening prayer..

Worship at midnight like this I have often done, not the first time, but this time it feels very different, my bathinng panting restrained anxiety, trying to firm solemn, solemn, the feeling of fear is like constantly trying to take over the mind.

The seemingly endless trials shook the faith, but I did not give up, kept trying to uphold prayer, worship with full concentration.

The ordeal became more and more, when in the second stage I felt the presence of something..

From the reflection of the cupboard glass, although not directly, I saw a figure standing still in front of the stairs, the stairs that were behind me.

This figure, although still unclear, but I saw it as a man, he stood silently facing me..

Seeing that, of course, the fear grew, but I did not give up, still trying to continue to pray fervently.

When it was in a standing position after Ruku', somehow I even reflexed to see the closet, unfortunately that's why I finally could see directly from the reflection of the glass, even though it was not so clear.

That figure was a true man, at a glance like skinny grandparents, he moved his way gontai towards my place.

It spooky? Ja..

But I continued to pray, trying to stay solemn.

The rest, I no longer look forward to the closet, more down while continuing to read the prayer.

In short, my prayers are finally finished as well.

After it's done? Haven't..

From the beginning, I had intended to directly continue to teach after finishing the evening prayer, the Qur'an I have prepared since.

In the silence of the night I began to teach.

In the process, that sinister figure still I felt his presence.

The "Duk, duk, duk" voice that I heard several times upstairs, this time sounded like it was right behind me, sometimes on the right or left.

Although looking indirectly, I feel that the sinister figure in the form of grandfathers is sometimes like standing close behind me, sometimes on the side, the movement of movement I feel, I feel, it was as if he was watching me teach.

But at this point, my fear went away, I felt like I was given strength by Him, I became more solemn, the chants of the holy verse echoed throughout the house.

I won, able to overcome the temptations that swayed the faith.

Until finally, it does not feel that it has entered half-three. From a distance, there began to be cries of small children waking up residents to sahur, complete with tetabuhan as an escort.

I finished teaching, then prepared to eat sahur.

When I looked at the whole living room, I saw Leon already drooping to sleep on the chair, soundly.