Tangled Yarn Shackles
Go, get,

"Mommy!" dara shouted as she opened her eyelids. His breath gasps after a dream meeting with his late mother.

Dara sat leaning on the headboard of the bed, she massaged her temple because she felt dizzy. The dream he experienced was real, a warm embrace of a mother he could feel only through dreams alone.

"Duh! Wear everything out!" grumbled Dara when he saw the glass on the empty nightstand. There is always drinking water available there.

Inevitably, Dara had to fetch drinking water in the kitchen. His dry throat made him rush down from the bed. He brought the empty glass out of the room. The dim atmosphere of the second floor makes his body bristled because it remembered the ghost described by Mona's mami.

Dara stopped her steps when she heard the sound of Anne's door handle being pulled from the inside. He abandoned his intention to go down to the kitchen because he wanted to stop by Anne's room first. However, his steps had to stop when he saw who had just come out of his friend's room. Right now, everyone should be sleeping well.

"Battle!"

Om Rudi was fixated after carefully closing the door of Anne's room. He did not even dare to turn his body because he heard Dara's voice behind his body.

Rudi's heart stopped beating because of the presence of his daughter there. He immediately turned around and hid his nervousness in a calm manner.

"Gapain Papi out of Anne's room?" dara asked with a sharp look.

"Oh, there's nothing, Dar! Emm ...." Om Rudi was looking for the right reason for his daughter to believe, "so Papi just made sure in Anne's room there was nothing, because last time Papi was in the study, Papi heard a woman crying," said Rudi with a very calm attitude.

Incidentally, om Rudi's workspace is adjacent to Anne's room. Maybe the reason that Rudi said made a little sense. His ingenuity was apparently used to fool his own daughter.

"Continue?" Dara is still a suspicious face.

"It turns out no one was crying, Anne was sleeping soundly," said Rudi om meaning, "Let's see!" om Rudi reopened the door.

Dara immediately entered the room. He saw Anne fall asleep under the thick blanket. To reduce the suspicion lodged in the heart, Dara opened the blanket. His two black beads found nothing to suspect. Anne slept in neat pajamas and there was no sign that her best friend was messing with her father.

"There's nothing, right?" Om Rudi broke Dara's mind.

"Hmmm ...." Dara passed by from the side of Anne's bed. He came out of the room followed by Rudi.

"But sure to hear a woman crying in Anne's room?" Once again, Dara confirmed her father's presumption.

"Yes. In fact, the sound is very loud, Dar!" Om Rudi looks very convincing at this time, "his crying sounds sad, therefore ... Papi wants to make sure himself if nothing happens to Anne," continued om Rudi without nervous and hesitant.

Dara was stunned to hear Rudi's explanation. His mind began to remember the kuntilanak that was mentioned by Mona's mother at that time. The presumption about the presence of the demon again makes Dara's body bristled.

"Where are you going? Why are you awake?" asked Rudi after seeing his daughter just shut up.

"Become take a drink, Pi. Dara had a dream to meet Mami, eh pas woke up thirsty but Dara's drinking water was exhausted," said Dara while showing an empty glass in his hand.

"Mommy?" Om Rudi was surprised to hear that, "Better tomorrow morning we go to Mami's grave, it's been a long time 'n't we go there, '" said Om Rudi as he rubbed his daughter's hair lovingly.

"It can be arranged." Om Rudi developed his smile, "Let's take Papi to the kitchen!" said om Rudi while clutching Dara's shoulders.

It seems, om Rudi managed to erode Dara's suspicions. He survived because it took Dara's mind to reminisce with his late wife who was none other than his mother Dara. Om Rudi also accompanied Dara in the kitchen until it was finished, showing a little attention seemed to be able to conquer the tense situation.

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The dawn is present on the western horizon, a sign that all activity is about to begin. Anne had just finished cleaning herself in the bathroom, a small white towel wrapped around her wet hair. She immediately sat down at the dressing table after picking up the cell phone that was on the bed.

The hand suddenly trembled and felt cold. It seems, the hand is not able to carry a cellphone in the hand. Anne's heart rhythms beat irregularly after reading a message sent by her husband a few hours ago.

"Yes God! What should I say!" anne said after putting the phone on the dresser. He fell down with both hands supporting his head there.

The sound of the pulled door handle made Anne's heart beat faster. It can be ascertained if the one who entered was Dara. For a moment, he frowned after seeing Dara's appearance from the reflection of the mirror. His best friend was wearing a neat outfit complete with a veil.

"Where are you going, Dar?" anne asked after Dara leaned her hips on the dresser.

"I want to go to Mami's tomb with Papi, you don't papa will I stay for a while at home?," said Dara while looking into Anne's eyes.

"Well, you go!" anne answered, looking at her best friend's beautiful face.

Dara just smiled thinly. His two black beads turned to observe Anne's current state of the room. He had to make sure there was nothing suspicious in his best friend's room.

"Why did you throw away a nice gift bouquet?" dara asked after seeing the beautiful bouquet ending up in the trash.

Anne was stunned to hear the question that Dara asked, because she herself had not prepared an answer to it. He was forced to turn his brain when not having breakfast like today.

"I just don't want to get dissolved in grief, Dar," Anne replied with a straight forward look.

Dara took the bouquet from the trash. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the amount of tissue that was there.

"Did you cry bombay last night, An? How to spend that much tissue!" ask Dara without looking at Anne.

Anne immediately turned her eyes to the trash. Sure enough, he also saw a lot of tissue there. He was confused because he had not yet prepared an answer to that question. Truly, it was eager for Anne to escape from this room in order to be free from the questions that made her head spin around seven.

"Yes, last night I was sad and cried because I remembered Good. It feels so chest-stifling, Dar!" Anne's beautiful eyes suddenly dewy. Either it's out of fear or it might be downright sad because it's good.

...🌹Happy reading🌹...

...Patience yes, othor want to make Dara suspicious first🤣...

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