The Setra Backhouse

The Setra Backhouse
CHAPTERS 20. REFLECTIONS IN THE MIRROR


At the moment we are only in the living room and bathroom, so our conclusion in this house is only one living room, one main room that has a bathroom, one family room joined by a dining room, and one bathroom..


And what we had thought of as a room , it turned out to be just a room that went down, because there was a ladder that went down.


“Di, try to pay attention to the room that has stairs, if you think this before is the room space or how?”


“Iya anyway No, if my estimation was once a room, but maybe then modified into a room that has stairs to go to the bottom of”, replied Sumadi


“And the terrible room that is below it is dark yes, during the day gini if there is a window it should not be as dark as Di”


“It could be just a room No, a room whose window is closed, or we just go down to see what's down there No”


“Don't Di, later tonight we focus in the main room first, until we feel there is no more interference in the room, thankfully we can get the appearance not only of the body, but also of the body, but also a face like in my dream”


“Just one-on-one Di, so that we are not confused which one is lacking and which one is enough”


“We just end it this afternoon, we have enough to see and eeh you try the photo of the hole that there is a ladder it Di, who knows will see something there”


“Already No, I've taken pictures of this room and the hole that there is a ladder also”


“Now we go back to the hotel, we make plans for later tonight Di”


We went back to the hotel, this afternoon around the banyan tree in front of the house and the living room it felt different, it seemed like I did not feel the energy like when we came here before.


There was no sense of pressure or feeling like there was something that made us feel uneasy, for now in the living room and front of the house I feel mediocre.


The traffic condition this afternoon on the way home was jammed once, but fortunately there were police and police who were regulating traffic.


Eh Pecalang itself I interpret it as people who have a duty as a traditional security unit of the people on this island, who have the task of maintaining security and order in this region.


“It looks like there is a ceremony on the side of the road Di, as far as I know if there was an accident and the victim of the accident died then a ceremony was held at the place of the accident, but I forgot what the name of the ceremony was Di”


“Oh is No, but the traffic jams here are not as bad as in our city hahah, here are jammed but still regular, while in the city of S has jammed, many are mutually serobot also”


Not until ten minutes finally we can continue the journey home to the hotel, along this road sometimes we see there are foreign tourists who ride a motorcycle without wearing a helmet.


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“Huuuuf this afternoon was very hot, I took a shower first Di, you tried to print the photo you took there, this afternoon there was something strange not with the one there”


As usual, Sumadi was busy with a laptop and a tool to move photos from the camera into his laptop, while I continued to shower.


The bathroom of this hotel only uses a shower, there is cold water and hot water as well and there is also a mirror limited to the neck and face….


The shower I sometimes use to massage the sometimes sore nape. So I turn on the warm water, then I spray it on my nape.


So long I used warm water, until in the not so big bathroom it was full of heheheh fog.


Like now, the warm water that tends to be hot I turn it on until the bathroom is full of fog.. Fog dew.


About ten minutes later after I felt my nape was light and warm, then I turned off the hot water.


Slowly the fog of dew was gone, and left what was on the surface of the glass.


I dried my body with a towel provided by the hotel.Set me look at the glass which was still full of dew.


But….


I approached the glass that was still full of dew….


Why isn't my face on this glass?


I slowly erased the dew that stuck to the bathroom glass….


“ALLAHUAKBAR....!”


“WHO YOU ARE!..”


I rush out of the bathroom, I don't think about wearing clothes or anything.


“What's No?” asked Sumadi who was shocked by my scream


“Wooooo hahaha, bughil rec, koyok pilem be’ef hihihi”


“KACA…. GLASS IT IN!”


Sumadi walked into the bathroom, not long after which she came out of the bathroom with a confused face.


“Why with the glass No?.. nothing with the glass in the bathroom is No”


“Tadi…. What I saw was not my face.. But the face of parents”


“Only I am not clear the face of the old man...because the glass was full of dew!”.


“Huf maybe you saw it wrong No, because of the dew on the glass, replace me who took a shower now”


“Sana wear clothes first ndeng\, I'm disgusted c*k see frizzy noodles between two eggs and sausage c*k”


I put on a potluck shirt, and then I sat on the bed, frankly I was still shocked by what I had seen.


“So before the appearance of an old man's face, the mirror did not reflect my face, like I was a vampire whose image could not be reflected in the mirror Di”


“Then I removed the dew on the glass slowly, and after that appeared the face of the parents”


“Hahahah during the day so there is a sighting No, it was possible because you were tired and the glass was full of dew”


“What I saw was true Di”


“Face parents, uh parents who wear udeng, yes the same face with which several times show to us Di”


“Hmmm what omen ya No, why he got on the glass during the day like this, is this a sign that we should not set foot into the house again?


“Aneh is also No, he's an old man with udeng in the head. Not only in that house, even in this hotel he also showed himself”


“Try you think well No”


“I can't think well Di, I'm still thinking with the face in the glass it”


“The face is angry or just showing No?”


“I didn't notice Di, because I was terrified, I obviously didn't remember whether the face was angry or not”


“Dah gini only No... let's just say that there is in the glass it's just uh dew from water vapor that coincidentally describes the figure of the face”