The Empty House Terror
New Office

Already one week, some people look busy preparing a new office for workers who work in the office engaged in this expedition.

According to their boss, this old office is no longer fulfilling its capacity. The business is getting crowded, then they also have to increase the number of employees.

"Alhamdulillah... Finally, we have a new office too!" said Kinan, pleased.

"You know, your nape is grateful for that cake. You will stay away from me. That's why you're smirk!" saut Tya, Kinan's roommate.

"Not that, either. I'm happy, because that's the office in the direction of my house." Kinan smiled.

"Emang you've surveyed, you know the place?" ask Tya again.

"I don't know yet, anyway! But if you look at the route, the cake is a street deck to my house. Just, Frans said, kind of in. About five hundred meters from the road. But it's not pa-pa, rather than us cramped here, ye right?" kinan replied with her gentle demeanor as usual.

"Okay, baeklah..keep yourself well in sono ya, Neng! Inget, you without me, like a pack of rice does not pack rubber. Amby, aren't you?" Canda Tya, chuckling.

"He em, definitely... I'll miss oseng teri your mom, Wak! Let me in sono, don't forget to stop by Wak. Lu tau kan, who followed the move to sono the average man. Who will buy me a bandage if I keep?" said Kinan, replying to the hilarious joke of the friend.

"Tell me, Albert. He's gonna want to!" Tya chuckles. While Kinan only glanced uncomfortably at the man. Albert hardly ever jokes. The man's life is too serious. I don't know why.

According to them, Albert's life was too boring. It's even very boring.

How not? He came, until the office just sat down, turned on the laptop, worked, made coffee and then worked again. They rarely even saw Albert in the bathroom. For some reason, the man was very anti-bathroom. So he was dubbed the anti-bathroom man from neptune.

A little about Albert. This guy is very cold to each other . It just works according to the rules. Rarely want to go out if there is an event. Often seen talking to themselves. Only with Frans did he want to have a close conversation. Maybe, because Frans brought him to work here. Or it could be, Frans is the chairman of the division where he works.

Evidently, they are currently chatting familiarly.

"You ready, Al?" ask Frans.

"Yes, I'm all packing. But I'm laper?" albert replied, relax.

Tumben laper, usually he's the cuckiest.What's wrong with this boy? ask Frans in my heart.

"It's still lo gaes morning, you didn't have breakfast at home?" ask Frans, curious.

"Look! Just another mealer." Albert smiled as he raised his glasses. While Frans just smashed lips, underestimating.

"Yes let's go, later if there is a store we stop by. this time I end, let you be happy," said Frans, a little kidding.

"Okay, thank you very kind!" albert answered while embracing his best friend's shoulder.

Frans knew very well that Albert was just seducing her. That's why he was reluctant to serve the silliness of his best friend.

***

Day is up. Children who are deported from the old office to the new office are ready.

One by one they started getting into the car which would take them to a new place. Without exception Albert. Because he was also among the herds affected by deportation.

Some people look sad. They feel that this farewell is heavy. Maybe because they are comfortable with each other. But what the hell else? This is the decision of the boss. They don't want to keep carrying out orders.

But the sadness did not last long. Some of them were happy too. Because of their new place, it is rumored to be more strategic and safe from flooding.

Whatever the reason, unfortunately it doesn't apply to Albert. The man's face looked angry. Like not liking the joy of his friends transferred to that place.

Albert's uneasiness was unreadable to almost all of his friends, only Frans responded. Because Frans knows, if Albert is different from ordinary people in general

"Hmmm!" answer Albert.

"You okay?" ask Frans again.

"No!"

"Why?"

Albert did not answer. Because behind him there is a boss's son who might listen to their conversation.

As if he could read his best friend's mind, Frans typed on his phone and handed the key to Albert.

"Do you feel anything?" write Frans.

"Do you believe me?" ask Albert.

"Yes! I believe in your abilities" Frans wrote again.

"I think there's something wrong with that place. But I can't tell you now. Before I prove it first!" reply Albert.

"Not right, you mean?" write Frans again.

"Look at that banyan tree, like there's a figure left!"

"Yes, his name is also a big tree" replied Albert.

"Not this another, another aura. Looks like we should be careful, bro. I'm afraid they don't like us."

Frans didn't return Albert's last key. But he believes, that Albert never joke with things that smell mystical.

An hour passed, finally their group arrived at their destination.

A house that is quite luxurious with a classic design in the style of the 90s. It has a very large front and back yard. There are some mango trees standing there. But the tree looks old. Like the age of the house they are incandescent at this time, maybe.

Back those people smiled happily. Because their new office, looks cool and quiet from the outside.

"Wahhh, it's also good for our office, Wak. Big again. Uh, but what's a house anyway?" ask Kinan to Frans, because Frans was the first person the boss brought to visit this place.

"He em, may you be at home" Frans replied, glancing at Albert, who was seen squeezing his hand. Like holding back anger. Albert's eyes didn't blink. Makes Frans even more suspicious.

The other friends started to come in. Only Albert and Frans are still out there.

"Aman Al?" frans asked one day patting them on the shoulder.

Albert did not answer, but he continued to step into the house.

Of course what Albert did left Frans puzzled.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with that kid?" frans murmured in the heart

Albert's movements did not go unnoticed by Frans. Curious about what his best friend thought made Frans impatient to ask what really happened.

Seriate....