Perverted : Terror!
Who's There?

20:46

gluck..

"Ahh.. freshly.." I said after inscribing a glass of ice water I had just taken in the kitchen refrigerator.

The snarling thirst was strong enough to wake me up from sleep. The clock also showed at 11 p.m. Fortunately, the house is already in a quiet state, so I am not too shy anymore like that. Maybe even Yem slept in his room. Even then when crossing the right room next to my room, a soft snore sounded from inside his room.

After being satisfied with a glass of cold water, I decided to go back to sleep. And when I wanted to go back to the room again, my eyes accidentally looked at the dining table. Seen some side dishes and vegetables that have been cooked yem mbok was still intact there. Has Dito not come home yet? Thought.

Dokkk...

Dokk....

I heard the sound of knocking on the door from the front. That must be Mr. Dito, my inner. Finally, feeling that both of my employers had gone home, as good employees, I walked quickly towards the source of the voice. Strange, why did Mr. Dito not just scream and even knock on the door slowly like that. Thankfully I heard. Try if no one heard how? You can be angry with all of them. And when there was only one more step I immediately grabbed the golden-colored grendel at the door. Cgldk.... It's in the lock!

"What is this smell?! It's very fragrant." Lirihku while trying to twist one by one the keys are hung next to the door. A set of keys with the number of possible 20 key children. I haven't told you which key is either. Hufftttt.. troublesome!

"But yes, Mr. Dito. This is the key I haven't seen." I screamed a little loud for Mr. Dito and Ms. Sandra to hear it from outside.

"Hmmm."

The sound of Deheman came from outside the house. Well, surely Mr. Dito is angry, I thought.

After a few minutes there is also a matching key. But why did the atmosphere suddenly become silent? No more noise like that. Is Mr Dito still in front? Or maybe it wasn't Mr Dito and that was a thief? Not taking any chances, I tried to peek out of the window beside the door. I shouldn't be careless either, right?? Yet...

"Who is that?" Gumamku.

A woman stood behind the door. Woman with my face and full of bruises. Her eyes look cute with disheveled hair. Is he a victim of crime? Then does he need help? Hmmmmmmm. At first glance, he walked slowly away from the door of this house. Her steps were graceful with the luxurious party dress sweeping the floor. I was kind of glued to the charm of that foreign woman. But I still didn't dare to open the door for her. All of a sudden..

The woman's eyes suddenly turned towards the window right where I was peeking at her. The deg!! The woman started crying. The faint sound of his moans signified deep pain. Slowly but very heartbreaking. But what is it?! Not tears coming out of her eyelids, but fresh blood began to flow profusely. Not only dripping, but to the extent of wetting the white dress he was wearing. Amis mixed with a foul odor suddenly defeated the fragrant smell that a moment ago smelled. I can't move a bit. The woman slowly walked towards the window. What'sthat?! Did he see me?! The woman smiled horribly. A wide smile to tear the skin of his cheek up to the ear. His jaw is seen falling leaving a bloody face that is no longer intact. My neck feels weak.

Cklake...!!!

The woman's neck suddenly broke backwards. A deep red liquid gushed out like a fountain from an already open neck. Along with the sound of snoring like a cow being slaughtered. Followed by a giggling sound that makes the ears become dizzy. No sweat has appeared soaking 'me. My legs are limp helpless as if they have lost a bone as a support. I collapsed instantly powerless to see such a scene in my life.

"God! What are you doing here?" Ask mbok Yem.

"Mbok.it..it..ada..."

"Sstttt.... Relax, slow story. Let's go back first. Let me make you a drink first you tell me." Speak mbok Yem with a flat face.face that seems to know everything.

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"It has dried you up lupain aja nduk. You must be hallucinating. There is no such thing as Satan here. Simbok has been here for almost 35 years, in fact has never seen anything strange." Yem said after giving me a glass of warm tea.

"But mbok, I saw it clearly! The oath!" Reassured.

"Here you go, you better rest again. You must be exhausted, son. So, imagine a weird one." Sangkal mbok Yem still does not believe my words.

Finally, because I did not want to argue any further, I also obeyed Mbok Yem to return to the room. I think it would be better than a night of fear. After all, I also do not want to have to cross paths with the devil with his head that is almost broken. Hiii...

"It's a symbol to stay first. Don't wander malem-malem anymore. Especially never go upstairs! Unless there's Mr. Dito or me!" Mbok Yem.

"Yes mbok."

Meanwhile..

POV mbok Yem yahoo.

"Why can it be like this. Why did he appear again?! Didn't I warn Hadi not to give it too late! I have to report it to Mr. Dito tomorrow. Got to! Something must be wrong with this." Said Mbok Yem monologue in the heart.

After making sure the new employee had actually entered the room. That very night, the middle-aged woman went upstairs. His skeletal body slowly one after another climbed up the stairs. It pierced through the darkness that enveloped the uninhabited second floor. With trembling hands he grabbed a key that he made into a necklace pendant. Quickly his body immediately rushed into the stuffy room with the aroma of incense so sharp.

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Hour 05:43

"Om..Where are we going om??" Ask a girl who was deliberately picked up from the street while busying.

"Udah come with me first. You want to not give me a lot of money?" Said Mr. Dito smiling kindly. His eyes look so good because of fatigue.

"Where did you go first?" Ask the 8-year-old girl.

"Udah come along. Than you say gini, dapetnya not how much. Mending help om aja, om pity, see you work rich gini. But we have to go to the place om first huh. I will not pay to be calm. It gives you a lot of money." Persuade the man convince the boy who had long dropped out of school and went to the streets with his mother.

"Jaudah. But anterin later I'm here again, om." Said the young woman with her innocent smile. Happy tears shed thinly in the corner of his eyes.

"okay."

The shadow will get a big money dibersit beautifully in his imagination. The money he would certainly give to his mother who also pioneered life on the streets. The difference is, the mother does not busking like him however, selling newspapers at red lights. All that is solely to support himself and his three brothers who have not found luck in life in the world. The beautiful smile of his mother as he gave this much money made the spirit of the girl even more excited.