
" She, I just met our new neighbor. His name is Anwar. " Andra sat down beside her husband.
" It's good that you know our new neighbor. " Malvino gave a quick glance at his wife then returned busy with his laptop.
" How come I feel that person is being disrespectful. " Andara was still upset considering Anwar's mischievous look towards her.
" Mommy Mean? " Malvino closed the laptop screen, turning his head towards his wife with a look of wonder.
" So he saw Mami kayak that, not very good anyway, the way he looked at mami seemed naughty, " honestly Andara.
" He,,he," Malvino chuckled.
Andara's eyes rounded to see the reaction of Malvino who even laughed at her even though at this time Andara is upset.
" Loh Papi laughs anyway? " Andara pinched a little of her husband's thigh until Malvino grimaced.
" Abisnya mami tuh ge-er. No kidding, though ! Maybe he was amazed to see his angel Papi, " said Malvino.
" So Papi likes it if there are people who steal to look at Mami? Papi's not jealous? " Andara folded both hands while pouting.
" It's not Mam. Papi just feels lucky to have Mami, while out there must be a lot of men who are fascinated by your beauty. Papi will not be jealous as long as Mami's heart is only for Papi, " said Malvino with a gentle look at his wife.
" Uh ah, I'm talking to you. People were once in Gombalin. " Andara left Malvino in the back garden.
" How come you're angry anyway? Mam, Papi talk seriously not gombalin you ! " said Malvino a little scream, then he shook his head to see his wife's behavior.
" Women love weird, people talk honestly at say dreadlocks ! " murm Malvino with a small laugh on his lips.
***
In the evening, Andara recites a fairy tale to Sandrina, delivering her little daughter to dreamland.
" When the princess met the prince, "Anda stopped her sentence when she saw Sandrina was asleep.
" Hoam ! " Andara shut her mouth, drowsiness unbearable after she recited the fairy tale to Sandrina.
Usually after putting Sandrina to sleep, Andara returned to the room. But this time his eyes were so heavy, and his body felt reluctant to get out of bed. Until Andara fell asleep next to Sandrina.
The clock is 23:54. Andara is still sleeping with her hands still holding the story book she had read.
In his sleep he dreamed. There was a little boy with blood pouring down his stomach. I don't know who that kid is, Andara never saw let alone know him. The pale-faced child looked Sandrina's age.
Until you open your eyes immediately. Your breath is irregular especially when he wakes up, his deaf ears hear the sound of crying again. Of course this time it's not in dreamland, but reality.
Andara's sleeping position is currently sideways, turning her back to the doll rack. And the sound of crying was clearly heard behind her. Weeping and a little whimpering. Andara's eyes opened wide, putting her ears together to convince her of what her sense of hearing captured. Feeling quite sure if what he heard was real, finally Andara ventured to look back slowly.
But there was no one behind him even the sound of crying was instantly gone unheard.
The gust of night wind seemed to break into the sidelines of the window, making the white curtain move to and fro.
Andara got up from the bed, put on her footwear and walked towards the window whose glass seemed to shake in the wind. In tidying up his curtains were messy due to the blowing of the wind, then he turned around about to go to his room. But somehow his feelings seemed to say if there was something behind him. Something was hiding behind the curtain that he had just tidied up earlier.
Andara turned her body, watching the curtain that was now silent no longer blown by the wind. But again he was surprised by the pale white and stiff feet behind the high curtain that did not cover the floor.
Andara covered her mouth with both palms, not believing what she saw at this time. There was a small child hiding behind the curtain, even clearly the child's shadow behind the white curtain. Sandrina's current room only used dim sleeping lights, the light from the outside made clear the existence of the little boy behind the curtain.
Andara's hand trembled as she tried to reveal the curtain.
Sreth !
The figure of the little boy disappeared, making Andara more frightened by the constant awkwardness in his experience at the same time.
Andara took off the curtain, and walked backwards. With eyes staring around the room Sandrina. None of the sides of the room escaped the scrutiny of his eyes, including the ceiling of the room.
Andara immediately carried Sandrina, bringing Sandrina to her room. Andara felt worried about Sandrina after experiencing the strangeness in her natural. Something was wrong in her daughter's room. But what is it? Andara herself does not know. For sure, he is very scared right now.
Hearing the door open, Malvino wakes up. With narrowed eyes Malvino was astonished to see Andara enter the room with Sandrina who was asleep.
" Why bring Sandrina here, Mam? " ask Malvino as Andara lays Sandrina beside her.
" Pope, I just saw a little boy's ghost. " Andara shrank her voice, with a serious and frightened face she looked at Malvino's bead eyes.
" The ghost of a child? " Malvino was more astonished to see his wife who lately often showed a tense expression.
" Yes Pap. Not only this time I saw it. On the way home from Bogor, I saw the ghost of the little boy through the rearview mirror, he was sitting next to Sandrina. At first I thought it was because I was so exhausted that the illusion appeared, but now that I see clearly even I hear it crying, I don't think it's just an illusion. " Andara continued to stare at the bead of her husband's eyes.
" I'm afraid Pap. Could there be some subtle-creature following us? " continued Andara.
" Maybe. Papi doesn't know anything like that. But, later Papi will investigate and find a solution if it is true that there are creatures that follow us. Now you better take a break, tomorrow we both go to work again. Papi does not want to stress and lack of sleep because of this. Mami was calm and nothing to be afraid of, there I was here, " said Malvino by stroking his wife's hair and rubbing your frozen cheeks.