The Horror Story
The Magnificent House of No Man

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I took my phone lying on the table, and it's true that my salary this month has been transferred by Mr. Burhan. Mr. Burhan is my master, he is the owner of a luxury house on 5th Carnation Street. The house was very luxurious exactly 20 years ago. I still remember very clearly when I came to this city to apply to be a guard at Mr. Burhan's house.

“Pak, this is the person I told yesterday to mr” said a burly man

“Oh yes” replied a middle-aged man sitting in front of me enjoying a cigar.

“Then I return to the basement ya pak” said the burly man

“Iya please” replied the middle-aged man. Then the middle-aged man looked at me fixedly from head to toe.

“What's your name, young man?” Ask the middle-aged man

“Azali pak” My answer is short

“Oh.. Have you worked anywhere else?” ask again

“Not yet sir, just this time I applied for work” said me

“Where are you from?” ask him further

“From SekarAsri village pak”

“In what village do you work?” Ask the middle-aged man

“After graduating Junior High, I helped my parents in pak” pak pak

“How old are you?” the question continues

“Still 17 years pak”

“You didn't continue SMA?” ask him further

“No sir, my parents do not have any fees in my village there is still no SMA. Yes, rather than nganggur all this time I helped the father in the rice fields” said me

“Kok to apply here?” Ask the man again

“I want to change the fate of sir, who knows the work in the city of his income is better” I replied

“Look at the young man, I happen to be in need of a gardener to take care of my yard. You ready?” Ask the man

“Iya sir, I want once” said I

“Yes you have accepted my work here, now you come with me acquaintance with my employees and also my family” said the man

The man then took me to a place called the basement but if I said it looked like a little house. There I met Murti the cook, Hans the driver as well as bodyguard and mbak Is the house cleaner. After that we climbed the stairs in the basement that turned out to be translucent into the magnificent house. Wauuu, what a beautiful home. Inside the house there are various luxury furniture that I myself do not know the name but clearly it is all expensive furniture. Next to the closet was a woman wearing a pink negligee who was babysitting a handsome boy. The woman turned out to be named Mbak Ayu and the little boy was the grandson of Mr. Burhan, his name was Bram.

“That was my employees and now I'll introduce you to my family” said Mr. Burhan. Mr. Burhan then told Mr. Ayu to call all the children of Mr. Burhan to the luxurious room. A few moments later, in front of me were 3 women and 2 men. Mr. Burhan then walked towards behind them.

“Azali, this is my family. This one on the right is Asmita, my wife. This is my first child, Velita, and this is her husband Yoga. If this is Viona and this is Rio Viona's husband. If the boy you met was my grandson, the son of Yoga and Velita”, Mr. Burhan said kindly

“Iya pak” I replied briefly confined gerogi

“Starting today Azali will work here as a gardener. Remember, you have to treat him like other employees because without them we can not take care of this house” said Mr. Burhan

“Iya Papa” answer them compact. Then they went back to their activities and Mr. Burhan drove me around his house.

“This is my home, Azali. Now it's your job to take care of my yard and pets. Oh yes, all your garden equipment is in the basement” said Mr. BUrhan

“Good pak” replied me

Early in the morning after the dawn prayer I began to work mowing the lawn in the yard of Mr. Burhan's house. My plan, the grass that I have cut will be useful to rabbits and deer, without saying much I immediately take my garden equipment complete with sacks for grass containers. One by one I cut the grass and put it in the sack I brought.

Then I brought the sack to the rabbit cage on the right side of the house. After that, I continued to mow the grass in another place but clearly remained at Mr. Burhan's house. The grass I cut, I put it in the sack for the fodder Mr. Burhan. That's how I work every day, without a lot of words running the task and it turns out the way my work attracts Mr. Burhan.

“How do you feel working here, Azali?” Ask Mr. Burhan one afternoon

“Iya, I also like your work ethic. Then accept this your first salary” said Mr. Burhan while thrusting an envelope at me.

“Oh yes, you have to make atm for your salary next month because the salary of all my employees directly I transfer to their respective atm” said Mr. Burhan

“But I don't know how to make atm pak”

“Let's let Hans help you” said Mr. Burhan

“Good pak” replied me

The next day Mr. Hans helped me make an ATM at a nearby bank and like Mr. Burhan promised my salary every month directly transferred to the ATM. The salary I received from Mr. Burhan was huge for me.

How not, a village boy who is far from the crowd is paid millions of rupiah just to take care of the home page of the rich and not only that every day I get 3 meals rations, he said, sometimes I also get a snack whether it's boiled cassava or just a fried banana. And at the end of the year all employees of Mr. Burhan got parcels and new clothes.

So, of course I can give my parents money in the village rather a lot. And no doubt also after 8 years I worked in that place, I can buy a house near Mr. Burhan's house.

The house I bought from my sweat, is very small compared to the house of Mr. Burhan which covers about 1.5 hectares. My little house is located on the road Matahari no 7, about 300 meters away from Mr. Burhan's house. So, every day I walk enough to work at Mr. Burhan's house. The pleasure I thought would last a long time but it turned out to be the opposite.

That morning, as usual I went to work after dawn prayers to mow lawns and take care of livestock. However, since morning I saw Mr. Burhan's family looked gloomy and confused. Even Murtipun's cooking was intact nobody touched.

“Kok tumben bu, the cuisine is still much?” much

“Iya. I myself also do not know Al since earlier Mr. Burhan and family Nampung look moody and confused” said Murti bu.

“What does bu reduce?” much

“Entah Al, big man business maybe. Udah hunted eat gih” said bu Murti but bu Murtipun also looks moody.

“Mother is sick?” much

“No, I'm just tired of” replied bu Murti briefly then left me somewhere. I also immediately ate the delicious cuisine of Murti ma'am.

After eating, I will continue cleaning the cattle pen and draining the pond. After doing all the tasks, I took a shower and immediately prayed ashar. All of a sudden..

“So right what Hans said, if you pray?” Ask Mr. Burhan who is suddenly standing behind me.

“Iya sir. Pray for our gratitude to the Almighty”, I replied lightly

“Azali, after this we will all leave. I just send a message so you always take care of my home page as usual”, said Mr. Burhan

“Which father is going to go to?” much

“You don't have to ask us where we went for a long time and for your salary I'll transfer every month. You understand right?” said mr. Burhan

“Iya sir I understand. Oh yes sir, the goods let me help prepare”, I said

“No need Al, everything is ready kok” said Mr. Burhan

“Oh yes sir lock the gate will be in I” said

“Bring that key so you can easily take care of my home page. Now you can go home”, said Mr. Burhan

“Good pak” replied me

The next day I left for work as usual but I was very shocked to see Mr. Burhan's house. The house was deserted, all the residents of the house went following with Mr. Burhan's pet.

Cook a holiday with pets? Isn't that impossible? I searched the whole house but the results remained the same and strangely Mr. Burhan's car still remains parked in the garage. I became more confused about the departure of all residents of the house, Mr. Burhan. Where are they?

They return every day, but none of them come home or give news until they don't feel the house has been abandoned for 20 years. For 20 years, I've been cleaning the yard and looking around the house is still the same as it was 20 years ago.

Damages to the house one by one began to appear, as a good employee I called Mr. Burhan but could not and strangely every time I entered the yard Mr. Burhan smelled of frankincense. Waallahu a’lam bi showaf..

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