MY name is Naima
A scary childhood

My life is different from a kid like me. In this great and magnificent house I do not live alone. For people who do not know, they will greatly admire the grandeur of my home, the spacious garden, the all-luxury home furniture in my house. In that house I lived with my mother, a nanny who always took care of me faithfully named mbok warti, a gardener named Mr. Karjo, who always took care of me, and my mother's private driver named Mr. Hamid.

Inside the house had several rooms, and to me every room seemed to be interconnected, every wall had eyes and ears that could hear and watch over anyone who visited my house.

My house is very beautiful for those who do not know, if they can see there we do not live alone, but there are dozens of invisible creatures living there, he said, as a child I was always scared and crying, but time after time I got used to this situation. My mother was a super busy career woman, she used to come home late at night, and certain nights my mother always involved me in a ritual that my mother always routinely did. Mom will force me to do it if I refuse then my mother's career and life will be threatened.

I loved my mother so much that I always followed her will .

I am only 7 years old, this is the umpteenth time my mother invited me to follow the ritual in the back room, as usual mother burned incense/incense and sowed flowers 7 forms in the room, the room, and some offerings are in front of me. The smell of incense was getting stinging, I looked at my mother's mouth and continued to recite the mantra, which I never knew and could not hear, suddenly I began to be unconscious. I never knew what happened when I passed out. All I knew was that when I woke up I was lying on my bed, I felt tired.

"Naima woke up" my mother said

I'm surprised this is not usually the mother is at home, usually before dawn comes the mother must have gone to work.

" Yes ma'am "I answered a little confused.

" why? Take a quick shower, today it's mom who will take you to school" my mom said gently. Without a word, I went to the bathroom and cleaned my body. After that I put on my school uniform.

Tok...

My bedroom door was knocked from the outside

" Get in the door unlocked" felt a gust of wind toward me. I screamed when a piece of body and blood soaked the floor of my room, I screamed, then I closed my eyes and shouted, don't show yourself like this to me.

" Open your eyes Naima, I came in a good way" the voice said.

Slowly I opened my eyes. I saw a sweet girl sitting on my bed, now I'm not afraid anymore. I touched the girl's hand and asked "Sister who?".

" Help me Naima someone has killed me, cut my body into separate pieces, help me ..Find every part of my body, bury me properly" said the sweet girl.

" I'm just a kid, I can't help you, brother," I said trying to explain, but the sweet girl kept begging and begging.

"Naima you're talking to yourself again" my mother asked

"Down and eat fast, after that mom will take you to school" said my mother asserted.

I just nodded my head without answering anything, mother just looked at me.

She was my mother, but my mystery mother, struggling with the black world, but I knew she was still my mother, the mother who loved me.

I stood at the dinner table, the girl standing behind me with the other creatures that have long inhabited my house. I kept eating as usual, acting as if they never existed.

I smiled at Ms. Warti, she was a loyal servant in my house, she had been working since my father was alive, and she took care of me since childhood, but she loved me like her own granddaughter.

" Naima have you finished eating?

"Ask my mother to me

" Yes mom is "

I say goodbye to Msbok Warti I kiss her hand.

" Let's go if there's a young man named Sadewa, tell him to come in and wait for me" my mother told Ms. Warti.

" Yes bu Ningsih" replied Mbok Wati gently.

Mom walked in front of me, and I followed her from behind. I opened the car door and I chose to sit in the front, I purposely sat next to my mother because the girl was following me, she sat in the back and kept looking at me.

" Today Mr. Hamid's permission because there is interest, his wife gave birth "said the mother explained, as if my mother knew that I would ask why today the mother who drove me to school.

" When I go home from school, my mom will pick me up? " i said as my eyes stared at my mother.

" No, but there will be a new driver who will pick you up Naima" my mother replied casually without looking at me

" why? I'm happy if mom will take me to school "I replied disappointedly.

"Naima's mom is going out of town with Mr. Sadewa for 1 week, I have business" my mom replied trying to explain

But for me it was like an excuse, because my mother often left me with her own mother, only Msbok Warti who always took care and loved me. I remember all my childhood. I am Naima an orphan who has lost her father, my character is very much different from my mother. My childhood was filled with strangeness and solitude, I never played with my peers at home, because my mother always forbade me to play with the neighborhood children around my house. Besides, my house gate is always closed. I tend to play with the invisible occupants of my house, playing with them, with their frightening forms. I don't like to see them with their creepy form and they know that, they will show themselves with a good form. Mbok Warti never felt strange in my house, because indeed they did not show themselves to mbok Warti. Hamid also did not feel their existence. They are some of the creatures that inhabit my house and they have never been able to leave it. All I know is their duty as my housekeeper, and it was a part of the agreement in the past that they never explained to me .

"Naima?"

That voice blew my daydream

" What's mom? " many are surprised

" We're at school, 'Come on down"

I kissed my mother's hand and I opened the car door, then I took my foot to the school gate.