Story of Mystery Story
Black Statue

He he he he he he he..!

My steps stopped. Whose laughing voice is that!? Like the sound of old man laughter?

He he he he he he he..!

The laughter was heard. My head turned towards the thicket of bushes in the empty garden to my right, it seemed like from there the sound of laughter just now.

I watched the bushes seem to be moving. What'sthat!? My heart felt stopped as one black shadow figure suddenly jumped out and ran.

A rival! A rival!

Dogs!? Apparently who jumped from the bush grove of a dog. The animal ran away.

I was still silent in my place. Dog laughing!? Just this time I heard a dog whining like that. Was what I saw just now really a real dog?

Still remembered by me the story of the Lutfi yesterday afternoon, if he two days ago saw a big black dog when he came home at night. "Betul says! the dog I saw was very big, black-haired, not ordinary, I'm sure it was a dog!" lutfi's story is stirring.

Is that the dog that Lutfi saw yesterday? Look at my eyes again to see the thicket of bushes from where the black dog had come out, without feeling my nape bristling.

After waiting for a while, there was nothing else coming out of the bushes, the atmosphere was again empty. I took a deep breath, and continued my steps.

I try to remove the scary thoughts from my mind, it could be that the dog can make a sound like laughter earlier, I just lack knowledge.

My house is not far away, there are only three houses from the road I went. From after Isya' earlier I did play to a friend's place, and almost midnight just remembered coming home, understand the Sunday night, so feel free from dependents to prepare for school tomorrow.

There was only one more house left before I got home, but I heard a loud cry. I was right, it was the sound of my four-year-old sister crying.

Already a few days is always fussy if the night, for some reason, maybe because of the influence of the weather, so that makes my sister angry and often fussy at night.

As soon as I entered the house by the side, the door was not in the key, my parents did know my habit of wandering until the night of this week, because it was lazy they locked the door.

Inside the father had not slept, he sat in front of the TV. Seeing me coming home, he rebuked, "You're home tonight, right?"

"I'm sorry, preoccupation with conversation" I replied.

Dad nodded slowly.

"So fussy again huh?" change me to ask.

"Yes, but it's a bit quiet now, it's again in your mother's same cradle in the front room" he replied.

I then headed to the front room, I saw my mother who was busy holding her sister, my mouth was about to say, but I canceled when I saw her mark by putting her index finger on her lips.

I went back to wash my face and feet before going to bed.

***

My father was an antique collector. In his bedroom closet various kinds of ancient objects are stored, such as keris, arrowheads, spear tips and others. Often secretly I steal to open the closet admiring these objects.

Actually, often my father told me about the origin of the things he collected in the closet, but I was not good at remembering it carefully, he said, only vaguely that I catch is related to the relics of kings or ancient figures, such.

What I clearly remember, my father said, is that he kept these things as a reminder of the history of the past, nothing more than that, not to be saved or worshiped.

Satisfied with admiring my father's collection, I closed the closet door again. My stomach was rumbling to fill, with a definite step immediately I went to the dining room. There the mother is seen again sitting to feed the sister.

The kutowel on my sister's cheek, which she immediately hit my hand.

"Where's Dad going, ma'am?" I asked while taking the plate.

"The place of his friend, there needs to be work related," replied the mother.

I did not ask further because the stomach that had been asked to fill, I took rice and side dishes, after that was fun to eat it.

Later that night, my sister returned to crying, this time it was carried here and there by the father and mother alternately still crying, it is surprising to think, why some days my sister often cried when night, night, and the crying always stops long. Though in the past never such a fussy sister. This time we could be said to be literate all night, because before dawn my brother was calm.

The next day after school with a tired body due to sleep deprivation last night, I sat in the front room, I opened the textbooks, I mean I want to do PR first before taking a nap.

Mother in the middle room is busy taking a sister play. There was the sound of adorable laughter from my sister. If this afternoon sister is not fussy, very excited when he was invited to play.

At approximately five in the afternoon my father came home from work, the tumben he came home this afternoon. I just finished taking a shower and was playing with my sister.

"It's late, yeah, a lot of work apparently?" ask mom

Dad smiled, put his briefcase and said, "I just stopped by my colleague Ma'am, and I gave the statue back to him" he said.

My mother nodded, "Oh so, yeah well, hopefully that's the cause of the little fuss all along."

Dad came up to his sister and held her, "Haa, what about your little hero? Can't be mewek again, can you?"

I look up at my father, not because he is now lifting my brother up high, but because of his words just now. What statue was she talking about with her mother? Spontaneously my mouth asked, "What sculptor?"

Dad turned to me while lowering my sister's body back, "Lha is the statue in my closet" he replied.

Sculpture in the closet? Yesterday I saw in the closet there is no sort of statue?

"What statue is in the closet?" manya curious.

"That's a small sculpture of black stone, a few days ago I put it in the closet to add a collection, but because your sister is fussy, I finally return it to the owner," explained my father.

My eyebrows shrivel. Why haven't I seen her all this time?

"Already ah, I want to take a bath first yes grandpa, and it stinks acem nih," said the father while stroking his hair and kissing the cheek of his sister. Then I went to get a towel to take a shower.

Indeed, ever since my father said that he had returned the black statue, my brother never fussed again at night, but it is a mystery to me, because almost every day I look at the closet collection of ancient objects belonging to my father, but it is a mystery to me, because almost every day I see the closet, why didn't I see the black statue that Dad meant? Where was the statue when I opened the closet!?

So-called.