Mystery of Grandma's House
18. You're Next

"What does aunt mean?" I was a little angry because I started to feel at the game.

"Have let them explain everything to you later, son Mahesa.", bi Tutik's answer makes me even more upset with this drama show.

"Be sure son Mahesa, this is all the best for you.

"You better go home, son, let's get anterin ayu. Emmm Tutik's mother was saddened by the passing of Sewah ya son", continued bi Tutik.

"Yes, thank you." I said a little tart. I felt like I was fooled by all of them.

"Bu ayu is coming with my son? All you want to help there.", said ayu.

"No need, I don't want to take care of you anymore." I said interrupt.

"Is it okay if you go there again?", asked bi Tutik.

"It's okay, ma'am, ayu want to nemenin. Can you?" Answer ayu while nudging my shoulder.

"Yaudah if it wants you, mother nitip ayu yes son Mahesa. Please take care if the naughty stay a jewer just not papa.", said bi Tutik together with Crisp laugh while teasing his daughter.

"Pasih mother hehehehe.", answered ayu with his cry.

Seeing the two of them joking around, it made me miss my mother a little. Did they know that Grandma was dead? I don't know. Maybe I'll let you know after I'm home.

"Come on, Bi I say yes assalamualaikum first" I said while inviting ayu to hurry.

The orange sky bears witness to our journey. Accompanying the sound of simple tonggeret on the right and left sides makes a stunning natural symphony. My mind is in a state of confusion. All this is like a confusing play.

Of course I can't trust the hundred percent Tutik. How could Sewah Tari still only have one child because the other two children have become victims of Nyai Dasimah. Then who are those people? What does this have to do with Grandma? Or Is ayu also included in their play? Why is this problem getting so complicated.

"Well," called me to ayu who was piggybacking behind me.

I saw from the rearview mirror his face sinking behind my shoulder looked pale. Is it because he's still scared in that house? I felt a little guilty letting him come with me.

"Awhile yu,". I said while pulling the motor looking for the right place to stop. again ayu just silence and occasionally nod slowly. somehow this time he was really frugal in talking like usual.

Seen ayu just lowered his head silently just saw me stop. Immediately I crouched down in front and back of the bike to check the tyres because somehow it seemed like I was feeling a little heavy. I thought the motorcycle was leaking, I was wrong. Or maybe it's just my feeling.

"Aren't you papa yu,?". I asked who was worried to see ayu pale like that.

"It's okay". Answer's short. He even looked away when I looked at his face.

"Judah we continue,". My speech.

After a few minutes of walking. The night started to turn dark. At first glance I remembered the events of the early days of being in that house. Hiii just imagining it makes me creep. Amit-amit don't see you again, I thought.

"Who the hell is the phone many times rich in gini. Is it that important? Disturb people again bring a vehicle", murmured me.

I had to pull my bike back again. Then I grabbed the HP in my pants pocket. Hmmm I saw a new number calling me up to 18X. This can't be a prankster, I thought. This is pakdhe's number. I don't know I don't know. Instead of wondering, I finally decided to call back the new number. With reason it's impossible for a prankster to call up that much. I walked a few meters from the motor ayu, I saw a glimpse even though dark ayu still sitting sweet in the back seat.

Tuuttt tutttt ckkkk

"Hello.." I said.

"Your son how the hell, I said I wanted to come along. You are told to wait a moment not to! I just took a jacket. Huh you make ayu all over, but should say if ayu can not come along not so original!," a familiar voice across the phone.

A familiar voice to me was heard from behind the phone. Instantly my hair bristled. The cold started running through my body. Sweat as big as corn kernels began to adorn my forehead. It's not wrong that's the sound!! Who I was talking to and talking to from earlier. I looked at the motor and. Gone!

It was like I lost my energy. My knees feel limp like they're coming off a joint. The darkened atmosphere adds to the gripping effect. I looked to the left right all dark and silent. What was seen was only the shadow of a row of coffee trees that gradually disappeared in the darkness of the night.

"Hello, son's son? Huh hello? Why not answer?,". The sound of ayu across the phone finally made me a little aware.

I tried as quietly as possible this time. I slowly walked towards the motor while reading all the prayers I could. Till...

"Chiwi"

"M-mau Kke-Mana ss-dang ? I'm M-mau i-cute, hihihi"

A voice accompanied by a shrill laugh again made my voice that had begun to dare now become shriek again. Now my eyes are watching every inch of darkness in front of me. With all my prayers I hope that this disturbance will pass as quickly as usual. And even an unexpected sight appeared before my eyes..

A creature was sitting on a branch of a coffee tree, wearing a red and tattered kebaya he kept laughing in a deafening, shrill voice, he hid his face behind the unraveled hair. I tried to ignore it, I turned my eyes away but, his voice was getting louder.

Because I feel I have done all the effort I can, but the results are nil. Without thinking anymore then I tried to turn on the motor but unfortunately why now the bike even broke down! In a precarious situation like this.

"Anj*Ng, the damn motor", I said after a moment to realize that the one in front of me not only wanted to bother me but, wanted to target my life. That's what was talked about bi Tutik. Nyai Dasimah!!

Realize I can't linger here. All the prayers I have recited. But that shrill laughter seemed to still surround me. And..

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh" I shouted loudly.

How not to shout, A black face in the skin that looks charred with reddened eyes right in front of me. From his mouth came a thick black liquid smelling foul. The smell of flowers and the smell of smoke is like a burning cable. Yeah, I remember that smell like that. It makes me sick to him. That face was only within one inch of my face. I can't move or scream. Feeling that my sweat had soaked my entire body, my current feeling felt like this body was really shivering. The face kept flying towards me. His face stopped exactly one cent from me. His mouth then stretched wide, so wide that I could hear the sound of his jawbone breaking. Is it time for the end of my life?

After that I felt a dark stuffy and a very dark feeling. I tried to grope anything in front of me, but in vain there was nothing, here it seemed that there was only despair. I don't know if I'm dead now?

Until a faint faint sound was heard softly but clearly in my ears..

Manungso iku amung ngunduh wohing Pakarti!

Seriate...