
Half an hour later.
“Tok..tok”.
“Suti darling, can mama come in?”
“Please mam, door unlocked”.
“Ceklek”.
“How are you. Look at me bring warm ginger water.
Drink!”
Taking the glass that Laura's mama handed out, Suti drank it with
greedy is not left.
“Glek.
“Honey, slow down!”
“Heem”.
Suti wiped the corner of his lips that were exposed to drinking water with
back of hand before saying thank you.
“Mama wants to go to the restaurant, to check the monthly report. What
you want to come?”
He just shook his head.
“Or do you order something to eat?”
Once again shook his head and just stared blankly in the direction
the speaker.
“Em alright, I might go home when dinner arrives. You didn't
nothing alone at home. The housekeeper will be ready to help you if
you need”.
“Yes mam, go do your job!”
“Ouh darling you kicked me”.
“He....he..he”, just a small ruckus in return.
“Oke mama go first yes. Be well at home”.
“Siap bos”, kelakar Suti.
Laura Asian and continental restaurant.
Looks like the owner of the restaurant is sitting in a chair while working
knock on the shirt pen. A second later he grabbed the phone
in front of him and put a headset. Pressing the number he has memorized as well as doing
dialing.
“Halo Jay, this mama”.
“Ya ma what's calling me early in the morning?’
“Are you not worried about Suti?”
“What mama mean?”
“He was a little dreamy earlier when mama say goodbye to resto”.
“Maybe his health is a little down so he acts like
it”.
“No Jay isn't it, when mama gave me warm drinking water. Him
swigged it straight without pause. As if thirst for a thousand years”.
“Ha..ha mama no-anything”.
“Serious Jay. Look at your wife again. Who knows he's
pregnant your son”.
“Containing...eh Yes ma”.
“How is it possible, me and him kaaan”, thought Jay.
“Let's visit doctor Wiwik in poly content ma”,
the answer is simple again.
“Heem”.
“Tut”.
The connection was also cut.
Cartwright Mansion, daylight.
“Sutiii, wake up come to queen mother”.
The voice came along with the breeze that hit
her face.
“Ehmmm”, indistinct murmur heard from his mouth many times.
His sane mind refused to call it.
“Come.....come!”.
The voice was getting louder. Shortly after the wind
gusty and,
The door opened wide, and Suti opened his eyes. Stares
his grim looks in all directions. His mouth grinned cunningly. Slowly
his body lifted up, slightly drifting down the stairs towards the bottom floor.
Right in front of the Japanese-carved wooden door, he stopped his mouth
it was as if they were picking up something. A second later the door was locked
it was also wide open. A thin fog gushed from within. He doesn't care, though,
suti's body floated towards the large sofa in the middle of the room.
He stared at the painting of a typical Javanese-faced woman who was accompanied
by a European-faced man, sitting in a chair similar to a singasana with
his sharp gaze, he scanned it for a moment before his eyes changed
become green with pointy pupils like snakes. Both hands raised
as if pushing something and,
“Sssssshhhh, rise up my brother. You've been asleep for a long time
the painting”, while sticking out his forked tongue in all directions.
“Arise...rise. Our descendants are hurting, it's time to
reply, sssssshhhhh”, hissing again.
A dazzling red light emerged from the woman's painting.
A white shadow shrouded in mist darted into Suti's body. He's shaking great, he's shaking,
his head let out a thin smoke and slowly disappeared as if it had been sucked in
inside it.
A satisfied grin poked, his body again floated out of the room.
At the same time, the doors of the Cartwright family museum room were closed
itself very hard. Suti fell asleep in his room as if he was not
something happened.
The house was silent again leaving the sound of greng, the
insects of the season are commonly heard when the heat is approaching. Horrible
its loud and rhythmic wings rang out across the mansion. Watis
squinting his forehead he felt was in a mountainous area with a characteristic
that voice. For a moment he was lulled, but at the moment he realized muttering to himself,
“Since when there is a gareng in the mansion yes, usually only butterflies.
Didn't the beast go extinct decades ago. Ever since
this housing estate was established. This taste is like in Prigen course”, he smiled
small considering his young mistress is from.
In Australia, the Clark brothers office building.
The smiling man looked towards the clouds that were marching towards
westerly. The bright blue color in the sky is slowly shifted by the orange to the horizon
westerly.
He grinned even more widely as night began to envelop the city
Melbourne. His right hand grabbed a cell phone nailed to his pants and squeezed a
number.
“Trut...trut....trut”.
“Halo, sir”, the female voice from across there replied.
“Yes, have you done the task I emailed?”
“Already, all set as planned, but he never
leaving the mansion since the events”.
“Daamn, maybe your trigger is less strong”.
“That is, sir?”
“Stupid, do I have to show it in front of you now so that you
makul”, hardiknya rough.
“I understand what you mean, but how can he see
if the guy never came out of mansion”.
“Very-very stupid. Do you know what you're holding
currently?”
“You mean mobile phone?”
“Bingo you can use it to run your mission”.
“Ouuuh, alright I understand”.
“Heem”.
“Tut”.
A sneer of skin emerged from the woman's lips shortly after
they ended the call.