Not Nackal, Nurul!
Volume 2, Chapter 2

A monster pulled out its long nails.  He raged exerting all the strength of his body.  There was a torn poster that could not be repaired, but the monster did not want to stop.

The walls were filled with countless scars.

“Stop.  Stop.  I can't forgive the man who ruined my precious thing, Nurul's inner”.

TING…

Then a high-pitched voice came.  Doorbell.  Who visits at a clock like this?  The layer of plastic that enveloped Nurul was shed instantly.

He went down to the first floor, then checked the monitor that displayed the front gate.  There, the smiling face of a middle-aged mistress appeared.  Grandma Sulatin, next door neighbor.  Nurul opened the door.

Grandma Sulatin wearing after training clothes.  A small, shiny bag slung slanted on his shoulders.  Nurul had not had time to take his eyes off the coin-sized golden sequins in the small bag, Grandma Sulatin had already slipped into the front gate.

“It's a chocolate souvenir from a neighbor.  We're both old, so we can't spend it.  If you'd like, please accept, yes.”

Nurul was presented with a small paper bag labeled a famous brand.  This was the chocolate that Nurul had wanted for a long time.  Nurul thanked him as soon as he received the paper bag.  However, Grandma Sulatin did not move.

Grandma Sulatin was stealing a glance into the house past Nurul's shoulder.

“Ah, anu, did our shouts bother you?” ask Nurul.  “There was a cockroach appearing in my daughter's room, so we had a fuss.  Occasionally appears.  Really sorry, because me and my daughter overdo it,” Nurul said.

However, Grandma Sulatin flicked her hands in front of her face.  “Okay, ouch, what the hell?  I didn't hear any sound, though.  Sorry, yes, if I come at this hour.  I am not polite.  Well, excuse me first yes,” said Grandma Sulatin.

Grandma Sulatin turned around still with a smile, then left.  Nurul closed the door, exhaling a sigh of relief.

Embarrassing.  The Princess Tantrum and Nurul's shout clearly resounded around here.  It's definitely not just today.  Grandma Sulatin must have been disturbed by it.  However, she was a good looking mistress.

Maybe he was really worried, not just curious.  Perhaps today his concerns are growing and it just so happens that he has chocolate as an excuse.

However, even though their houses were next to each other, did their voices sound?  The sound from the outside is sometimes heard into the house, but Nurul has never heard a sound from the family home Grandma Sulatin.

Is it because they are both old and old?  However, Nurul had also never heard the voices from the Saman Family home across from her home.  In fact, they have a child the same age as the Princess.

Although children, they can be said to be educated.  They're teenagers.  I often play music and watch television.

Come to think of it, the house of Grandma Sulatin's family that was right next to them was not a cheap house.  Different from the Nurul family.  So, it was impossible for them to be bothered by those rowdy voices.

Is it true Grandma Sulatin just wants to send chocolates?  If so, Nurul has already told embarrassing things about cockroaches.

If the slum apartment where they live, first, natural anyway.  But where can there be cockroaches in the house that have only been standing for three years?  If it is true cockroaches, he must call the developer of the house.

Is Grandma Sulatin going to gossip about this?  “Say home Nurul arrival cockroach, loh.  Idih, I anyway, ogah,” words ringing in to Nurul.

Nurul lost the energy to go up to the second floor, so he returned to the living room.  The television and air conditioning are still on.  He took out a cash book and calculator from the drawer, put it on the table.

Is Grandma Sulatin home yet?  Nurul opened the window, facing the street, for about 10 minutes.  The warm wind slightly moved the thin cotton cardigan he was wearing.  He opened the curtains and windows wide.  Shut down the air conditioner, then he went back to the table.  Then, start filling out the cash book while using the calculator.

It's windy tonight, the weather's comfortable.

*

A few hours later, a woman's voice was heard.

“Stop!”

Nurul turned to the television screen.  The television aired a documentary that began at ten.  A veteran actor, who has just returned to work, is talking about the glory of life after a long battle with an illness he suffered.

The studio was very quiet, as if it was deliberately made so.

“Please!”

“Please!”

Nope.  That's not a television sound.  Nurul turned down the volume of his television.  It seemed like the screams and the noise were coming from outside the window.

He pulled his waist down from the chair, quietly approached the window still in a crawling position.  He slightly hooked his index finger into the curtain to peek into the situation outside.

Behind the fence that could only serve as the decoration, there was no sign of anyone on the street being illuminated by the lights.

“Please stop!”

The sound sounded like it was coming from inside a house.  Nurul removed his index finger from the curtain.

Is that a robber?  Should I report to the police?  However, it is also bad if he is wrong.

As he was weighing in, the next one shook a muffled voice.

Has no one else heard?  At this hour, should almost all the neighbors be at home or even not have anyone reported?

“Sorry!”

Nurul covered both ears with her hands.  Still crawling, he moved away from the window, then left the family room while trying not to make sauara.  He also climbed the stairs.

As soon as he opened the door of the last room, he was greeted by cold air, as if he had just opened the door of the refrigerator.

“Don't go in!  What business now?”

The princess looked over with a stern look.  He was sleeping on a rug that was still a mess, watching television.  There's a joker on the screen.  The volume is not so strong.

“There was a serious incident,” whispered Nurul while closing the door.

“What?”  The princess replied coldly.

True too, a rowdy sound from outside was not heard in this room.  Hmm, but if you focus your attention, the noise can be heard a little.

Nurul took the remote controller lying on the carpet, then lowered the volume of the television.  He ducked before approaching the window.  He slid the curtain slightly, then he unlocked the window while being careful not to make a sound.

“Ma!  Why, anyway?”

The princess who was about to protest changed her body position.  He sat down and threw his hands out the window.

“Uwaah!”  The low voice of a man.  “Please!”  followed by a woman's voice.

That voice sounded much clearer here than from the first floor earlier.

“Listen, right?  Gawat.”

They both looked outside.  However, the Princess immediately stood up, then closed the window.  He locked the window, dragged the curtains until they were tightly closed, then turned the volume up.

“Basic Mom weird.  Let alone.  From the opposite house, right, it?”

Nurul only realized after being told that.  The shout was apparently the voice of Dian, the hostess of the Saman Family.

Why didn't Nurul realize it?  Ah, perals, anyway.  He had never heard the woman scream.  However, if the silent mistress turned out to be able to scream that loud, doesn't that mean that there is something serious?

“If there is a robber how?  What if he later says, ‘has yelled but no neighbors want to help’?” nurul.