SAWMILL
294. I'M IN THE ROOM AT GUSTIN'S
“Batita this age is being active to move mas, although in the activity of many limitations. But in contrast to Dik Gustin, he was getting more lazy days, like a person who was tired after doing activities that drain sweat”.
“She sleeps more, silent rest only mas”
“We first look a few days yank, later we evaluate whether our child remains like this there is no progress at all, or there is a change”
“Later after we evaluate, you better meet your ancestors again, I will also ask Sir Diran about the development of Gusta also”
I did not and have not dared to speak to Tina about Gusta, although what Sir Duran said about Gusta's behavior was the same as what Gustin did here.
In my temporary conclusion with the limitations of my vision, Gusta and Gustin are currently still interconnected, albeit in a strange way.
And one more, who was the one who had a crooked voice in my room, and the shadowy figure in front of Gusta's room… and why didn't this housekeeper take action against those who came here?
But it's actually easy to guess…. The point may be that crooked-sounding figure so that my wife knows that she is always beside her, so as not to get out of the room and go to Gusta's room.
While it may be an invisible body Gusta and Gustin are playing, with an intermediary or who escorted my twins was a shadow figure in front of Gusti's room.
Tonight I have to meet Mr. Diran.
*****
“But as long as there are no events in the project, I think let it be Mr. Agus, just let them play with notes that play may be an invisible body”
I met Mr. Diran who is currently on the night shift, coincidentally after Maghrib I took the time to meet with Pak Diran even though it was only a short time.
“So let alone pack Diran?”
“Iya Pak Agus, let it go, Mr. Agus must remember the two twins Pak Agus was not an ordinary child. They are the guards and the guarded”
“That is guarded and that keep in essence will have to be close to each other, only if they are close together then the consequences are very bad both the project and the area here kan”
“Iya right sir Diran until now nothing happened here, so I have to just shut up sir Diran?”
“Ya sir Agus, and continue to pay attention to Pak Agus's son, uh if you moved to sleep with the two of you how about Mr Agus?”
“If at home sir Diran does Gusta sleep with Pak Agus and wife?”
“Iya with us, and thank God nothing happened to my wife and I sir, I will often take care of malan here, so that the one at home is only my wife
“Only when my wife was waking up in the middle of the night did she hear as Mr. Agus had heard.. it's just that he couldn't see what was going on in my house that was pak” said Pak Diran
“But if I don't get a night shift, I always watch Gusta at midnight, and it's true hehehe they're both very funny….
“Ups sorry mr. release. I shouldn't have said this to sir agus”
“No papa Pak Diran, enough I know, while my wife do not know pak”
“While the snoring voice in my room is who Sir Diran, is it also related to Gustin and Gusta?
“That is what I do not know Mr. Agus, because my wife never told me about the slitting sura, but during the housekeeper Pak Agus did nothing, he said, means that the sound of snoring is positive energy and can be a child guard Pak Agus”
*****
At nine in the night, as usual my wife had slept next to me, while I was reading the newspaper a few days ago, the old newspaper that Sir Diran brought when he stopped by the house.
I couldn't sleep, because my brain was imagining what was going to happen here. As for my wife as always, she is difficult to wake up when she sleeps.
If I have to go to Gustin's room to see what happens again in this house, I have to know what's in Gustin's room.
I opened the door to my bedroom slowly so that my wife would not wake up, then slowly I walked in the living room.
Because it's still nine at night, it's good to make coffee first, while waiting until midnight.
I'm heading to the kitchen, I'm turning on the kitchen lights….
I returned to the living room while sitting on the sofa carrying a small cup of bitter black coffee that I had been fond of this late.
Like yesterday in the darkness of the living room, I sat back against the glass of the house and faced back, towards the door of the room in Gustin and the door of my room.
The digital watch that I always wear has shown ten o'clock and thirty minutes, the bitter coffee in the cup has run out, now my eyes are getting brighter after my stomach is filled with bitter black coffee.
I walked up to my son's room, before I opened my son's door, I put my ear on the door, and I put it on my door, well just keep watch and make sure that behind the door of the room there is quiet and quiet.
I opened the room in Gustin, the dim light from the sleeping lights made the atmosphere in this room not as dark as in the living room.
I smiled when I saw my son was asleep, she was as beautiful as her mother. A healthy baby with above average weight.
Beside the box, there is a sofa seat that my wife usually uses when putting my daughter to sleep.
I'd rather just sleep on that couch and wait for midnight. I saw my watch, hmm still ten over thirty minutes.
It's still a long time until midnight, but don't stop.. Better to be here earlier than late.
The atmosphere of this room is good, the smell of telon oil still looms over my nose, the air temperature of the room is right, not hot and not cold, this is because I put a fan exhaust on the upper wall, and the, so that the air flow here can change at any time.
I put my body on the couch…
Relax, the smell of telon oil, comfortable.
I woke up suddenly when I heard a noise!.
I fell asleep, when I saw the watch, it turned out to have shown midnight past five minutes.
I woke up, but I just opened my eyes and looked at my watch, I did not change the position of my sleeping body on the sofa of the room.
The same noise as yesterday when I was in the living room.
Sounds like two or more people running around in Gustin's room…
I who was afraid, now even enjoy the sound of noisy little legs running to and fro, I smiled to myself in this room.
They are twins, and the twins cannot be separated. Well I miss Gusta hehehe.
Noisy sounds ran to and fro, sometimes beside me, then in front of me, behind me.
Sometimes the sound of small footsteps sounds like a thump, like the sound of a child falling on the floor.. But I did not hear the voices of the two of them, I could only hear the sound of footsteps and noise.
I continued to enjoy the sounds until it was not felt and unintentionally I said…
“Gustin.. Gusta.. If playing do not be hard dong”
Suddenly the sound of the thump disappeared…. The atmosphere became quiet again..
I heard no sound, no noise, no thud, no footsteps. All I heard was the sound of fan exhaust burning all night.
I was in my position still on the sofa, my eyes opened and glanced back and forth, I looked for that voice again, a voice that pleased me…..
But there is no sound…..
There is a voice, a different voice!
The sound of heavy breathing…
The sound of breathing that does not belong to a child the age of my two twins….
That heavy breathing sound came from my son's bedroom door, and that heavy breathing sound slowly approached me.
Getting closer, and finally the heavy breathing stopped not far from my position.
I was numb, I couldn't move my body at all. I was like a piercing person, but my eyes could still see here and there.
My eyes can still see this room, my son's baby box, the sleeping lights, the sofa I'm sleeping on…. And a big tall black shadow that was not far from my sleeping position.
Cold sweat started to accumulate on my temples and neck, my back was hot and my breath started to chase, but unfortunately I could not open my mouth at all.
I could not turn my head towards the shadow that was approaching me slowly, but I could feel that the big black high shadow was now beside me.
Something cold and sharp felt in my temple, it felt very tingly and a little sore. For a few seconds it was still in my temple