Mystery of Grandma's House
Simalakama

"Remove him!!!!,". The command of an old woman who was standing on her back to the two adult men behind her, sounded loud even though with a hoarse voice that was able to break the silence of the room.

Two grown men who heard the word from him looked at each other. In the dimly lit room measuring 3X3 which only illuminated four pieces of amber lights on each side of the room. A room that no one can enter here. Only officials of organizations or special interests are allowed to enter. The lack of ventilation here makes the impression this room is getting stuffy. There are no windows only two holes the size of bricks that become the only way air circulation.

The two men looked at a picture of the man that his master wanted to eliminate. The two men looked at each other again. There is a clear age difference between them. One is about fifty years old and the other is about twenty-five.

"Isn't this the man you brought last year?,". Ask an older man.

"Yes right, it's him!, do we have to finish that guy off?,". Reply young man.

The old woman turned around and then sat facing the two men who were much bigger than her. Both of them immediately curled their heads in full respect.

"You know who you're gonna finish tonight?,". Asked the old woman flatly.

"Know Nyai, he's my uncle who I recruited last year to be a member of the ,". Said the young man still looking down.

"Then that's your job! He knows us too much, get rid of him my son!, quickly!,". Reply to the woman while taking out a handful of frankincense and burning it on a small stove in the corner of the table with the embers still slightly flushed. Making the stuffy room become increasingly stifling the sense of smell.

"Please Nyai, give me a chance to persuade him once more to re-enter our family,". Pinta the young man begged.

"Since when have you been a dissident!! Letting him live longer would jeopardize our plans. He has exposed our identity. Now finish him off or you'll be the one I'm gonna finish!!,". Said the woman in a high tone while continuing to chew betel which made her mouth red.

The woman's words seemed to tear her mentally down. He who has been famous for being cruel as the executioner of Sang Kanjeng Nyai must be bowed to hear the decision of Kanjeng Nyai who has been a role model so far. Although notoriously cold and cruel but he never at all denied even a single word to Kanjeng Nyai, his teacher all this time. This time, he had to take out the only close family he had.

"You two go home, rest my son. Grandma's asking to do it tonight!,". The old woman's pinta resolutely echoed into the entire room.

"Good Kanjeng Nyai,". Say the two men together.

After leaving the room, they exchanged views. This time the young man's eyes were clear. Not as usual.

"You better do your job!,". Said the cold old man.

"What business are you!,". Ketus young man.

"Because I have been commanded by Nyai, if you cannot finish off your uncle, I will take his life with you too! Haha,". The old man's words with a sharp grin intimidated.

"Go!!,". The young man seemed to be a little bit hit.

"Whatever happens I must do my duty!! I've been bound by a blood contract here. At least after this there is only one more task and I can get what I want!,". His words encouraged himself.

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Cold nights begin to puncture the bones, a time when the fainters are deep in the dream. Take a moment to rest and relax your body. But not for him, tonight is his umpteenth task to finish off someone's life according to the orders of the Kanjeng Nyai sect master who is adopted.

An hour later he sat watching a simple house. The house was familiar to him, as several times he still came to visit only to watch from afar.

.Hour 23:00.

Before the action did not forget he did his routine ritual before executing anyone. With a setaman flower placed on banana leaves that have been in a square shape with two incense sticks that have been lit. With his mouth chanting the spell and he began to walk a sign that he would begin to carry out his violent actions.

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Meanwhile on the other side.

.Hour 22:54.

That night as usual Mr. Solihin was still awake and watching his favorite football. Accompanied by a cup of black coffee and a pack of cigarettes his favorite Gudang Gula brand he continued to look at the box screen featuring the European soccer match Akbar.

A small shout colored his action in watching his champion team. Of course he wouldn't dare mess up the sleep of his wife and only child who can just live a normal life again in a few days. Because he had previously experienced a prolonged supernatural terror. Lucky his best friend who visited that day brought a handsome young man who could repel the creatures that disturbed his son all this time. Although he was also still astonished by the young man.

The first half was over, there was a look of disappointment over his team who missed the score adorning his old face. A cigarette on the light. Smoke billowed high from the mouth gusts decorated with thick whiskers that began to turn white. For some reason since leaving the sect that he considered perverted, the sleeping pattern of Mr. Solihin became chaotic. He often cannot sleep at all. Even the medicine from the doctor did not seem to have a significant effect on him. Till...

Tokk tokk tokk

The sound of knocking on the door made him a little surprised because from that moment he was daydreaming. Who is visiting gini nights? Disturb people for a break! Grousers mr. Solihin.

It was not the front door that had just been knocked and..

It's blank!

"It's weird when I just heard someone knocking at the door, maybe I just feel like, yeah,". Mumbled mr. Solihin.

Bughhhh

Not finished his sudden astonishment, his stomach seemed to be hit by something. Made him fall down to endure the pain. He tried to raise his head and suddenly his mouth seemed to be stuffed with something very fragrant as if filling every cavity of his lungs. He had not yet seen what he was experiencing and he had lost consciousness this time.

Before she was completely lost from her consciousness, like a dream she had heard a voice she had longed for. The voice seemed to be spinning around in his head before his gaze became pitch black and...

Brukkkk

"I'm sorry uncle"

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Seriate..