I Go Home Mas...
52. Gathering

Winda in the house looked scared in the corner of the room, he was like a man going crazy.

He seemed to shake his head while pinching his head with both hands.

"No! No!!"

I don't know how many times he's said that.

"The face, obviously the face was the late wife of Mas Yanto, he tried to harm me, he tried to harm me."

Winda again muttered indistinctly,

It seems he was completely shocked by the appearance of Mirna in the street, the legs and hands of the little Winda sprained, even defeated by the fear that haunts him terribly.

And then, Winda seemed to be reminded again by the words of Mr. Sono.

"Don't be forced, there will be a lot of misfortune, there will be harm, this man is followed by past karma, if it goes with the maksa, panjenengan will also enjoy."

Said Mr. Sono.

"But, however he was the only man who should have married me, he who first got me, should have been responsible for me all his life."

Says Winda.

"The problem is not just the problem, what about the others?"

Ask Mr. Sono.

"Which other? Who else? His wife is dead, if she's a ghost, it's clear Mr. Sono said he can handle it."

Says Winda.

Mr. Sono chuckled while looking down, though,

"Why did Mr. Sono laugh? It's obviously not funny Mr. Sono, I'm afraid Mas Yanto goes again and releases me again, but Mr. Sono is like this."

"It's not like that... Not that, I'm not laughing about panjenengan, I'm laughing because the situation turned out to be much more complicated than what I imagined."

Said Mr. Sono.

"Mother..that is?"

Winda looked at Mr. Sono.

"Later I'll tell you that I've made sure who they really are."

Said Mr. Sono.

"They?"

Winda did not stop thinking, actually Mr. Sono is talking about what?

Them?

They who?

They're what?

Sitting increasingly into a corner, he was afraid once Mirna suddenly appeared in front of him at this moment,

Earlier when Winda was driven home by people alone, his mother was hysterical because she knew her son had ended an accident.

Though only a small accident, only a little sprained, not to the wounds, not to the abrasions.

Winda then looked at the wall clock of his room, which is now moving closer to two in the morning.

The atmosphere is really quiet, he should sleep and wake up tomorrow, but in fact the eyes do not want to be closed at all, do not want to sleep at all, even sleepy it does not feel.

Winda only felt tired, but even that was nothing compared to the fear in him.

Yep...

Fearful.

Mirna must be angry that her picture was thrown away. Or was Mirna actually still grudging about her relationship with Yanto behind her before her death?

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Lukman sat in the dining chair, staring at the door of the back room occupied by Yanto.

Yanto has since run away carrying a ring found in front of the house not also seen out until now.

Lukman is actually very curious, why just because his brother's ring was scared half to death.

Tita herself has entered the room with Mbak Ukha in the middle room, as well as Mother and Dede Panji.

They decided to sleep one room in the middle, with Mbak Ukha and Tita rolling out the mattresses below.

The front room is vacated, Lukman will sleep on the bed in front of the TV.

What the hell is it?

Lukman really doesn't understand.

Ah minute...

Lukman suddenly remembered the incident when the door of the house closed itself, and the scent of flowers that followed him, which had been smelled and then disappeared, is it possible that the real Miss Mirna?

So then...

Lukman stood up, he was like an important person who was thinking about the fate of the nation and the country.

Till...

Stubble.

Tumbal Nyi Parijem, what is it?

Lukman then rushed to the front room, he remembered Ukha's mother putting the tumbar in the upper lattice of the window near the door.

Lukman dragged the chair closer to the window that was high enough, he climbed up onto the chair, then stood up and took a bundle of shrouds there.

Curious Lukman opened it, there are Arabic writing and hanacaraka writing.

Lukman both not so can, especially the Arabic writing that there is no harokatnya. If people used to say Arabic writing is bald.

Lukman frowned, after which he tried to read the hanacaraka letters only, there was one line that he could read.

Mirna's.

Yes Mirna...

Lukman believes it was written with the sound of the word Mirna.

What does this mean for Ma'am Mirna's house?

The final was containing a guard, Nyi Parijem made Mbak Mirna just to have a house.

Inner Lukman fumbled, calculating.

Lukman then tailed it again, then put it in its original place.

Until then he again felt the cold wind that came out of nowhere.

The breeze that carried the scent of roses and jasmine whose scent was currently much stronger.

Along with that, the curtains in the front room were riddled, and Lukman clearly saw a figure like standing there.

Yep...

Behind the curtains of the room, in the front room of his house, where the room was now the light was out.

That figure is standing there.

Only the bottom is visible, not with the face.

"He's not me Maaan... He's not me... I only came to protect my son, and settle my affairs with Mas Yanto..."

The sound was like an echo.

Wiry but echoing in the ears.

Lukman came down from the chair with limp feet, his eyes glued to the figure behind the curtain of the front room of the house.

"Mfa.k... Miss Mirna, are you?"

Lukman asked.

"Show Tita, Maaaan... Keep Titaaa..."

Said that voice again.

"Yes Ma'am... Da... I'll definitely take care of Tita."

Answer Lukman, though,

"This is you, Ma'am... It's Miss Mirna, right?"

Lukman repeated the question.

He wanted to know, obviously he wanted to know.

The room curtain then rippled again, then, the cleavage of the curtain shifted to the right side, apla...

Lukman stared at the curtain with trembling, although if he imagined the figure of Mbak Mirna, his good brother-in-law, of course he would not be afraid,

But considering that Mbak Mirna has died, it is clear that he is aware that the one in front of him is not the same Mbak Mirna.

It is a ghost...

But...

Lukman staggered to the side, his hand quickly grabbing the wall so as not to fall.

It looks now like a kuntilanak Mirna Mbak standing at the front room door.

Her face was deathly pale, her hair dangling downwards, in harmony with the length of her white dress.

Mbak Mirna's eyes looked blank, staring straight but did not know what to look at.

Lukman between fear and pity to see his brother-in-law who is like his own brother now looks so terrible and sad for him.

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