Perverted : Terror!
Flashbacks

Dusk has thinned in the western horizon. Slowly one by one the guests started to leave Nindya's little birthday party. A variety of various gifts in various forms have filled the living room that looks festive with balloon decorations and ribbons that depend on various colors. A large cake in the middle of the room adds to the bustling atmosphere of celebration.

A smile was clearly imprinted between the corners of those tiny lips. A smile that fades with the sun sinking. Until slowly finally the festivity left only him and the two household assistants who always faithfully accompany his days. It's all over with time that continues to pass.

"Non, let me help you finish the birthday cake?" Mbok Yem said he woke the girl in a red dress from her daydream.

"Don't be mbok. Nindya again waiting for papah sama mama. They promised to accompany Nindya. Who knew they'd get stuck again.'d they be mbok?" Nindya with nanar. Thin tears were seen in her eye line which started to redden.

"Yes, non." Replied Mbok Yem while looking at the little boy's pity.

"Yet. Why not be honest with your lady. Mother just said if his father had not come home because he was still attending a party at his business friend. While his mother is still cool with her friends, right? You selfish rich man! I don't pity my own son." Whisper Rida. Son-in-law of mbok Yem.

"Sstttt... The shock is not hearty if you say frankly with the child. Poor thing. If you have the heart, that's where you say it yourself." Yem mbok immediately passed carrying some dishes that were still left to be stored in the refrigerator.

"Yes, the mbok. I don't have to either." Said Rida while tailing behind mbok Yem.

"Lha iyo, that's why just diem. We're just employees here. Not more." Tukas mbok Yem followed a nod from Rida.

The twilight is now getting dark. The noise of horn and exhaust is getting less and less heard. The clock shows almost midnight. But the girl was still faithful in the living room. Still sitting in his position while his eyes closed. A subtle snoring faintly sounded echoing. The little boy was really looking forward to something strange.

Before long, there was the sound of a car that had just entered the garage. The clock shows early morning. Sure enough, the hostess and the hostess had just returned home from their respective affairs. The smell of alcohol was quite pungent from the mouths of both. Their eyes met each other towards the living room table that was clean and only left the big cake that looks still intact in its original place. Of course with Nindya who still sleeps in a sitting position with her hands made as a pillow. Hearing the sound of footsteps coming in, Nindya suddenly woke up from her sleep.

"Bah, ma... Hoaaammmm...." Nindya said with a raucous voice typical of people who just woke up.

"Why are you sleeping here? Go into your room. You go to school tomorrow." Tegur Dito who walked half stagger.

"Nindya waiting for papah samah... Have you forgotten the promise of Papah? " Answer the little boy on the horse.

"Don't you forget, right?" Clearly Nindya again.

"What the hell are you talking about nin?! Papah tired, dizzy. Papah wants to go to sleep first. We'll talk again tomorrow." Said Dito slightly snapping. Sontak Nindya immediately fell silent not daring to look at her papa face.

"You are already a big Nindya. Don't fuss too much. Papah is equally mamah willing to work desperately just for your sake. Go into your room!" So Sandra went along to scold Nindya.

"Hikss... Hiksss.. hiksss. "suddenly Nindya's cry broke out instantly.

Brak!!!!!

"Father said shut up Nindya!! Papah dizzy!! Don't make the papah dizzy you!!" Jerk Dito who even kicked the table hard.

"Mbok Yem! This will take care of Nindya." Shouted Dito immediately passed away going to his room.

"This cake if not in the mending meal just throw nin. I also don't like rich cakes. Just look at Mama. Hoekk..." Sandra said immediately after her husband.

Back to the present

This morning as usual. Everyday activities that I always do routinely. I'm getting used to this weird thing here. Starting from watering plants, helping mbok Yem make breakfast, to preparing offerings. Yes, sesajen! Since yesterday, the three of them have been forced to explain everything to me.

Today is thursday. And it just so happens that tonight coincides with Friday night. A glass of bitter coffee and some flowers and do not forget the incense arranged in such a way has been placed on a bamboo woven tray. Somehow they always present mystical things like this. And stupidly I was forced to do it for the sake of the rupiah coffers that are not eternal.

I put it under a banyan tree. While last week's session, I brought it back to the kitchen. Similar to what Mr. Hadi did the day after tomorrow. This is my routine when Thursday comes.

"Mother. Here first. "call mbok Yem seen waving his hands at me.

"Yes mbok. What's up again?" My toot.

"Have you changed that?" Tanya Mbok Yem is friendly as always.

"Mbok. This again wants to help Mr. Totok to wash his car, Mr. Dito. Asked by Mr. Hadi." My words that were intending to take a bucket, wipe and brush in the back shed.

"How come you're the same holy one? Where's Hadi?" Tanya mbok Yem.

"Going was the same, Sandra. But strangely they why go even use a taxi? Though the car in this house on the nganggur all. I don't know where they're going either." Honestly answered.

"Ashhh.wash the car later. That's you called Dito on the second floor.

"What's wrong with mbok?" I wonder.

"Yes, where do you know. It's there. Don't make Mr. Dito angry. Could get a scolding later." Tukas mbok - Yem.

I quickly washed my hands and headed straight for the second floor of the main house. What else is this, huh? My inner. Slowly one by one the stairs to the second floor have been passed. The fragrant smell of fragrant perfume is very attractive. The sound of water splashing was faintly heard from inside the luxurious looking room.

Geck... Geck... Geck..

"Sir, did Dito call me?" I said a little louder.

"Oh yeah, just a minute, Gita." Said Mr. Dito from inside the room. It was like he was really taking a shower.

The sound of water splashing more and more clearly rattled from inside the employer's private room. Surely he is taking a bath, well this long.

While waiting, I fiddled to look around the second floor of this house. Either out of curiosity or how. Understandably, this floor is indeed as if it should not be touched if it is not the owner of the house who ordered directly.

Seen rows of wood carvings decorate the stairs. Engraving that looks very neat and smooth. Similar to the carvings embedded in every door in this house. But it's weird why there's a door like this here. The bright red door stands right in the corner of the hallway before the balcony. A bright red color that really contrasts with the dominant surrounding color of milk chocolate. I tried to approach him carefully. Strange, the smell here is why it smells kind of rotten, like...