Terror Use

Terror Use
S2 what happened to Rifki


I was excited when I was about to answer the question of Mama Dewi because it turned out that fell was bang Popo .


"mm..there's nothing ko ma, maybe in the neighbor's house " answered me origin


"really , but ko sound is rich deket that " said mama Dewi


I just smile while raising my shoulders, I can't dong say that the fall is pocong, especially Mama Dewi does not know, about Wowo and bang Popo ,because both me and Rifki asked Bu Laras to keep it a secret .


"bang Popo why did you fall so ?" ask me in my heart


"i fell because I was exposed to red light, like a fireball, so hot" he replied


"fireball "my mumble


"what's the matter Nur?" ask the Goddess


"ah no ko ma, yes we should just go inside" I said


"bang Popo be careful" I said again as he walked into the house and bang Popo just nodded his head


"where is Rifki ?" ask me when I look at the dining table there is no Rifki mas


"maybe you've been to room ?" ask me again


"where's Rifki?" ask the Goddess too


"maybe it's been to the room ma, a little while later is the Adzan Isya, then Nuri clean it first deh " said I while taking the dirty dishes on the table


"do not need, here let mama do it, you can not be too tired, there you just suckle your husband "mama Dewi always forbid me , I don't mind at all either .


"but ma "


"it's already there, let's just do this mama" he said again


"yes already deh , Nuri to the room ya ma" said my end


"yes, there "


With a heavy heart I left the kitchen .Until I was in the room I saw Rifki mas lying in bed .


"mas, mas sleep ?" ask you while touching his shoulder


"mas "call me again


"hm"


"mas is not good loh sleep at this hour, soon will be the Adhan Isya, wake up yuk, mas will eat out too , that his food has not reached the stomach loh , wikipedia ,let's talk yuk , wait for Isya's time "take me


"hm. I'm so sleepy, you just "his answer.


Unusual mas Rifki like this, what's with her, with a confused feeling I also do tadarus alone after taking the water wudhu earlier .


"can be slow in your voice Nur, I want to rest tired all day work" said mas Rifki when I was just starting his reading


"loh mas ko is "my mouth


"just don't you bother me "his words yell at me a little


I gasp too, my heart aches getting a snapshot of her ,why with the Rifki mas, why because she is tired of her being so rude to me .


"aakkhh.." I grimaced a little as my stomach ached.


"honey you why, your stomach hurts, we went to the doctor yes "mas Rifki suddenly attention again on me


"no ko mas, just a little bit of pain, you calm down, said our baby doctor was strong so he would be fine" said I as I rubbed my stomach


"Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar...."


"already the Adhan, we pray isya yuk "give me


"alright, for a while yes I ablude first "his words then move on


Shortly thereafter mas Rifki was out with his face and front hair that was wet because of ablution water, we also pray together.


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"mas ...."


"mas Rifki"


I keep calling mas Rifki but mas Rifki did not say at all, what's with her , after the office this afternoon mas Rifki so strange, sometimes sometimes sometimes cold sometimes warm ,and sometimes mas Rifki also yells at me .


I who was not used to being snapped by her also felt this heart tight and sick, unusual mas Rifki cold to me , especially in the rain like this, ' he said, usually Rifki likes to stick to me and keep teasing me, but this time I don't know, I feel like he's not my Rifki mas .


"mas, mas Rifki why daydream ?" I said as I touched the back of her hand


"i don't dream of "his answer is flat


"would I be wrong with Rifki, if there is any I'm sorry " said I tried to invite him to talk


"ck, I'm sleepy already, I want to sleep "his answer while moving and straight up to the bed


"you are why the hell mas ,why do you leave me like this , is there a problem or is there a word I offend mas Rifki?" ask me with tears that I can't hold anymore


But mas Rifki just silent, reluctant to answer my question .In silence I wept, I took the water of ablution and began to pray to calm my heart, I stirred up all my grievances to God the owner of life , I pasperkan myself ,in each of my prostrations I plead to be given patience in the face of this test .


After the prayer I went to bed, but I just stepped foot, the balcony door was suddenly knocked from the outside .


tok tok tok tok


"who knocks on the door" I murmured


I then turned my body to move my legs towards the door, I fluttered the curtains look someone is standing facing the door but with hair covering his face , and I'm sure the figure is an invisible figure, without lingering I open the door made almost entirely of glass it slowly .


"who are you and what do you want ?" ask me


"hihih........."


"yeeeh was asked and laughed "my words


"hihihihihi.." the figure laughed again.


"hadeeuuh...you want to take me, not to grow, I'm not afraid of creatures like you guys, so now go before I tell my friends to throw you out" I said again.


"hihahi....."


" duh gedek me for a long time"


"bang Popo, Wowo come here urucin this ghost "cried me, in an instant Wowo and bang Popo also appeared


"uh y'all play to or what, from just now just hihihihi..hihihi.. aja, I want to sleep " said me and left them.


I see from the inside because the door is made of glass, also curtains are white, the shadow from the outside can be seen , Wowo and bang Popo step forward uh if bang Popo jumps forward , the ghost of the woman retreats , and so goes , until the ghost hit the balcony railing and plunged straight down, I saw Wowo and bang Popo laughing at the ghost of the woman .


It turned out that their happiness was simple yes just seeing another ghost fall them until it could laugh like that .


I turned my gaze to the Rifki mas who was asleep next to me, but I frowned when I saw the forehead of Rifki shriveled, like the restless Rifki mas ,or having a bad dream .


I rub his forehead with affection but suddenly mas Rifki said


"don't .....


"Lady.....


"Sabrina ......


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