SAWMILL
304. WHY!!!!
I walked with Gusta to the house, but there was something different, slowly I felt something strange, the road leading to a different house.not the road I had passed with Gusta.
The Gusta I was holding was slowly becoming a shadow, and in the end there was no Gusta next to me, no houses with typical architecture, there was no smell of incense around the road I was going through
Slowly everything became changed, everything became dark, I walked alone in the middle of the forest.
Eh but this is not walking, because my legs do not touch the ground at all, now I walk on the ground.
Wrong, not walking but drifting, because my legs are not moving at all.
My body was very light like a gas balloon floating in the air, and I felt like I had no burden at all
My body floated towards somewhere, it seemed like someone was directing me to a place.
Oh it turns out I'm headed to a house, but I know this house, this is my house in the middle of the forest, but why is it all different, there are no street lights, there are no street lights, even the sound of the project was not heard at all.
This house I came from far away was really my home in the middle of the forest, the house I lived in with my wife and Gustin.
I stopped hovering right in the courtyard of the house, a dirty and unkempt yard, I watched for a moment the courtyard of this house, then I floated again through the walls of the house….
Now I'm in the living room…
This living room is different from what I know.a sofa chair that I usually use to sleep is still in its position, only the current one looks a bit dirty and dull.
This house is so quiet, there seems to be no activity in it, uh where are Tina, and Gustin?
Not long after I heard the sound of a motorbike stopping in front of the house, I wanted to feel like I was leaving here, but my body could not move, I stuck inside the house in a floating state!
There was the sound of the turnstile being opened, for a moment later I heard the sound of a key child opening the door, and the door was opened with the sound of a rather loud door hinge.
My wife came into the house, followed by a little girl from behind. Their door closes and they lock from the inside.
That girl could be Gustin…
The woman who may be Gustin who may be seven years old is sitting on the sofa next to my wife who is also sitting with a dreamy.
My wife, who looked older than she was, sat down and kissed the girl next to her…
“Patiently yes son.. hopefully the mother's job application was accepted as a waiter at the restaurant, so we are not starving like this nak” said my wife while continuing to hold and kiss Gustin
“Since the death of your father a few years ago which coincided with the death of Gusta our lives become a mess son, hopefully our lives can change if mother can work as a servant nak”
There was no answer from the little boy beside her, the boy was just playing the edge of the skirt she was wearing, he did not see his mother talking to him at all.
It turns out I'm dead, I'm dead with my son Gusta. What happened to us until I died..
When I was thinking about why I died, suddenly the sound of a car stopping right in front of the house..
Whose car is coming here..
The sound of the car door opening and then closing again, then I heard the sound of people opening the gate and then closing it again.
Who is that person, he was so relaxed to open the gate and close it again, if he was a guest should be in front of the gate he was already shouting excuse me or say hello, but this one has no words of pardon or greeting at all.
Someone who was outside then knocked on the door of the house, my wife who seemed to already know who came there was no need to shout who was outside, he said, he stood up and opened the door for the guest who had just arrived.
“Jay... please log in, sorry I just went to the grave of my husband and son”
“Hmm” says the person on the doorstep of the house
Surprisingly without being allowed to sit, Jay sir was already sitting on the sofa facing back.
He sat next to Gustin who was still playing the tip of his skirt, the boy seemed to not care who came or anything, he remained with his enthusiasm, which was to play the end of his skirt only.
“Where is Gustin, has it been brought to the psychologist?” ask Jay sir
What…..! Gusti's mentally ill., what's going on with my son Gustin, why he was taken to a mental health professional, does he have a mental illness!
“Not yet... I have no funds to treat my son” said my wife who then sat next to Jay sir
“Hmm yes, I will give you money so that your child can be taken to psikoul”
“Yuk Tina, I miss a few days not here hehehe” said Mr. Jay who then embraced and kissed my wife.
“Ah not here Jay, there will be Gustin”whispers my wife
“Hahaha he is mentally ill, where he understands the ginian hehehe” replied Jay who is increasingly insolent in his words
“We go to Jay's room, but I lock the door first”
!!!!!, Tina was playing with Jay!
The two of them went into my room, they both let Gustin who was still sitting on the sofa while still playing the end of his skirt with a blank look,
They let a sick girl in the living room alone, while they both let go of each other in my room!
Do I have to go in and see them both?...
No…!
I stayed here and waited for my son Gustin who was unceasingly playing the edge of his skirt with a blank look.
I sat next to him, wanting to feel like I was hugging and embracing Gustin, but every time I put my hand on him, only my hand through Gustin's body.
It was like crying to see my family in a mess!
KUTERIAK….. TEMP!
But I can't do anything but just look!
I remained sitting next to my son, even though I could not interact with my son, this was all I could do as an invisible being!
“Bapak...” one word said from the lips of Gustin, who had just played his skirt
I was shocked, I turned my head and I stared intently at Gustin's face with no expression at all
“Iya nak... this is father.. yes naaaak.....”.
No more words ...he said, just a father's word that he said with a face that had no expression at all.
When my son has a mental disorder that requires more affection than his parents, but what happens is that the only parent who is beside him turns out to play crazy with my former boss!
When my son was mentally disturbed, he still remembered his father, he called the word father definitely with a reason.
He said that the word father who is dead must have a reason for whether he is in need of help because his mother is increasingly unfounded.