Rasuk
They Are

The hour that passed so slowly felt, some moments of waiting like thousands of hours passed. Declare the tongue is upset, the movement of the body is no longer comfortable, waiting for the arrival of the main suspect in the mansion.

The shaman was also anxious, tapping his index finger on the handle of the sofa with a flat face without expression.

The hurried footsteps distracted all of them. There, Ijah is led by Sugi to walk into the living room where everyone gathers to wait for him.

All heads turned, Prasetyo even confirmed his sitting position to be comfortable when he heard the story from his assistant. Everyone waited tensely, except for the shaman who only glanced at the side of his body.

Seeing everyone gathered, Ijah who was swept by Sugi looked up. He was stunned by surprise when all the eyes of the master were fixed on him. As soon as his steps stopped, there was anxiety implied on his face that was haggard again pale.

"It's okay, Mr. Sama Madam has been waiting for you from earlier," said Sugi while pushing slowly Ijah's hand to get closer to everyone.

The woman turned a glance, seeing Sugi's head nod she continued her steps.

"Eh, Jah. Just sit there, not down. Mr. Sugi too," Prasetyo's sergeant as Ijah was about to sit on the floor in the room.

Sugi nodded as he led Ijah to sit on the sofa with him. The two nodded politely, before landing their buttocks on the luxurious chair. Ijah even kept his head down not daring to raise his face.

Like a defendant about to be judged, his heart was timidly uncertain. Water has been pooled in the eye fertilizers, as strong as possible to withstand pain throughout the body.

"Mmc ... Bi Ijah don't have to strain like that, Nola is equally sorry about that. We thought Bi Ijah was joking. Sorry, yes, Bi." Although spoken verbally that vibrates, but the teenager has good ethics compared to both parents.

Bi Ijah nodded slowly, his ten fingers interlocked, he played with uneasiness. Sweat whack the surface of the skin, until the palms feel moist and wet.

Prasetyo took over the conversation, while the shaman silently watched. Waiting for a turn to say two words as the most listened to person.

"Mmc ... Bi Ijah, apologize in advance. I just wanted to ask Auntie about what happened in this house. Is it true that Auntie saw Alea in this house?" prasetyo asked carefully.

Bi Ijah was getting more agitated, he squeezed all the fingers with anxiety. Biting nervous lips, as well as the fear that accompanies when remembering the incident a few moments ago.

"Jawab, Jah. It's okay, you just want a mastiin, really," whispered Sugi gave support to his colleagues.

"I'm scared, Gi." Bi Ijah whispered softly.

"What is Aunt afraid of? Nothing, here there is Mbah Jago he who will ward off all the negative things in this house. Say it, Bi. Do not be afraid," sidelines Prasetyo quickly when he heard his complaint.

Bi Ijah took a deep breath, throwing it away slowly. To look up, he did not dare at all.

"So when I was cooking again, I heard Non Alea's voice asking for help in the garden behind the house." The story opener that made them all stiffen.

Hearing a single piece, enough to bring them to the situation that the assistant was facing at that time.

"Bag again cook, Non Alea's voice is again, but I'm cuekin because I think .. yes, that was. I continue to cook." He's back pausing.

When starting to tell a story, Bi Ijah looked calmer. However, when it entered the middle, it started to look restless. His right hand even rubbed his nape involuntarily, as if the incident would happen right now.

"What then, Bi? What's going on?" tugutu Prasetyo increasingly impatient to hear the continuation of the story of the house assistant.

"Mm.m ...." Impressed long-winded, but Bi Ijah was putting together the right word to explain it.

The tongue of Siska increased the nervousness in his heart, his hands trembled, his tongue cupped all of a sudden. The shaman glanced, still silent yet to do anything.

"Well!" The rebuke from Sugi resuscitated himself.

Ijah looked up, staring at everyone with a feeling of unease.

"U-un-tuk the third time s-s-I heard Non Alea's voice for help. His voice was very close, like a whisper in my ear. Fearfully looking at the door, that was where the same figure Non Alea stood. His clothes were soaked, his feet were full of mud. He was crying, looking at me with wet eyes."

"I was scared to death, continuing to drop the spatula unknowingly. The figure entered, I who was afraid kept retreating until it hit the wall. He said, ke-na-pa ka-li-an ja-hat sa-ma sa-ya? I see," said Bi Ijah suppressing his fear.

Prasetyo begged to hear the stammering sentence that Bi Ijah said while mimicking Alea's style of speech.

"What else does it matter, Bi?" press Prasetyo gomash.

"Non Alea also said, want to leave this house also from the life of Mr and Madam if it is not desirable, but Non Alea can not see you smile happily, while she continues to cry. What scared me, when his face turned so scary. I hid under the table to avoid it," concluded bi Ijah with a state of body that increasingly shivering.

Prasetyo gaped, something was touching his heart. Like slicing through thousands of semblances, his heart throbbed. Alea's words conveyed Bi Ijah really struck down the taste in his chest. The pain struck as fond memories of the time when little Alea sprang up in succession.

So did Siska, stunned after hearing that sentence. Recollecting the words of the creature that possessed Bi Ijah's body that she was an evil Mother.

"Ekhem! I seem to understand why 'they' can be here and bother you."

Mbah Jago speech caught the attention of everyone including Prasetyo and Siska themselves who had been reflecting on their attitude and behavior towards the firstborn.

"I mean Mbah. Who's that 'they?" tanya Prasetyo.

I want to guess, but I don't know where to go. Them? Who're they? Nola seemed confused, not understanding what the parents were talking about.

He himself did not know what the feeling in his heart was like, when he heard Alea was about to leave their lives. There was a bursting feeling, also a hint of anxiety that came filling the soul niche.

"They are ...."