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28. Keisha, Kinanti and...

"Darling, I have to go out of town today. Maybe rapping last night. You how? Did I just take you back to our house? Or going to Mother's house? " ask Radit while eating breakfast together.

"On the project you said that yesterday, huh?" aretha asked as she took a sip of the warm milk she had just obtained at the cattle farm not far from home.

"Yes, Tha. How's it? I thought I was leaving next week, but even today. Just sent Sena an email."

Radit seemed agitated to know he had to leave his wife at home alone. After many strange events in the house, of course he will not calm down if he knows that Aretha is in the house without him. Therefore Radit gave another option, so that while Aretha was displaced in her parents' house. The safety of Aretha is certainly the most important thing now.

"Yes, you're going to be okay. I'm at home. Anyway if you have to go to Mother's house or go home, I'm lazy, Dit. Faraway. Keep feeling tired if only a minute to go there."

"But I can't leave you alone at home, honey. Or the... You stay at the hotel. In the city there is a good hotel. Just till I get back here."

"If Ms. Aretha allows it, let me stay at home tonight" said Bu Jum who was cleaning the kitchen. Apparently since then the middle-aged woman listened to her employer's chat.

"Well, tuh. Ma'am Jum wants to meet me instead. So I don't have to go where, do I?" aretha asked to convince Radit.

Radit looked at his wife. Although he was not so sure of the decision but Radit could not do anything. After all he also needed to trust Areta in making decisions. If indeed Areta wants to stay at home means that it is indeed Areta's own desire.

" Wasn't Bu Jum papa have any interest in this house last night?" ask Radit to make sure again.

" No papa, Mas Radit. After all I am at home also do not have small children so there is no one to cry if I do not sleep at home," said Bu Jum.

"Hem, yes, I have. But better Mr. Slamet also sleep here You see so I am calmer leaving my wife at home. If there's a man in the house, it'll at least help if something happens."

"Oh, fine. I will tell my husband. Mas Radit doesn't have to worry we'll accompany Ms. Areta and look after her."

"Thank you very much, Mrs Jum."

Radit only carried a small suitcase containing his personal equipment. Even though he only stayed overnight, he still brought some change of clothes because he also had some work that required him to wear neat and polite clothes.

"I'm leaving first, yeah, honey. You are good at home. If there's anything at all to tell me, whatever it is" Radit asked.

They were saying goodbye to each other on the porch. Radit seems hard to leave Areta at home alone even though Bu Jum and Pak Slamet plan to stay at the house. But Areta convinces her husband to leave quietly because he will be fine at home.

"Yes, I'm leaving first, yeah."

Radit kissed Aretha's forehead, caressing her wife's cheeks with a shady and soothing look.

"Yes, you heart the heart on the road. Don't dream. Don't think too much of me at home, yeah. I'm fine, I'm fine" Aretha said again before Radit left.

"Hem, yes, dear. Yeah, I'm gone, yeah. I must have come home soon," he said again.

"Yes, Honey. I'm waiting at home."

Radit's car did leave the yard. Areta was still standing in front of the terrace while letting go of her husband. This morning the mood was a little cloudy. Making the air cooler than usual because the sun has not been seen since.

Aretha decided to go to the stall to shop for daily necessities. Usually he would tell Bu Jum to leave, but this morning he just wanted to go alone to the Bu Darsi stall. It seemed like he had not walked around the house for a long time.

Aretha wore a rather thick jacket with a hoodie that could cover her head. He continued to step towards Bu Darsih's stall with the route he usually passed before. Several times he passed by small children playing around. Until one of the children accidentally hit him even though he did not fall.

"Eh, be careful, yes," said Aretha.

"Sorry, Auntie" said the boy, bowing his head.

"Yes, it's okay. You guys don't go to school?" aretha asked as she looked at the little boy around her. They were playing jump rope and some were playing marbles.

"Holiday, Aunt."

"A holiday? This is the day  ... Saturday?"

"Yes, Saturday school week is off."

"Oh yes. Gosh darn. Forgot."

Areta forgets that she is no longer alive in her old days. Where the school will last for 6 days in a week, and only holidays every Sunday and big days with red dates.

They still want to interact with the children it's just that He also has to hurry to go to the Bu Darsih stall because if it is too late to arrive at the stall then he will not get the desired side dishes.

Suddenly the boy looked back at Areta with a strange gaze. The train that noticed the boy's gaze then looked back. Apparently not far behind Areta there is a figure of a child who has been following her. This time Areta could see her form and it seemed like the child before her could also see the figure of Keisha standing a few meters away from her.

"Why?" ask Aretha to the little boy.

The boy pulled Areta's hand to align with her. He whispered, "his face is spooky, Tan."

Aretha smiled. Because he was sure that this kid could really see Keisha, and maybe he could see other creatures too. Because when viewed carefully, there was a purplish blue light appearing on his body. Although faint, but the light is always there and sometimes added other colors in accordance with the condition of the child.

The color of the aura is an external appearance of a person's mental state. The color of the aura emanating from the human body could also be a picture of his personality. The color of the aura is formed due to activities in everyday life that require energy. Any energy that comes out of the body will be related to electric current to emit electromagnetic fields that produce different aura colors.

In general, human aura consists of seven basic colors, namely red, orange, yellow, green, blue, dark purple, and purple.

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one of the seven basic colors of aura that can be emitted from humans is purple. Purple aura means deep attention to spiritual things. The person emitting this aura usually has a close relationship with his God.

People who have an aura of purple color are very interested in spiritual things. They also had a good relationship with their God. One of them is Aretha. Because he also has an aura with a purple color.

"What is it. Do not be afraid, yes" whispered Aretha to the little boy.

Aretha smiled and stroked the child's head and moved. He intends to continue the journey towards Bu Darsi's stall. Don't forget he waved to the boy as a goodbye.

He began to enter the densely populated settlement, where the houses of the citizens began to be widely seen on his right and left. Several villagers were seen in front of the house and Aretha greeted them, trying to be friendly. His attitude received a positive response from other villagers. Most people already know who Areta is.

"Where, Neng?" greet a middle-aged woman who was drying clothes.

"Ke stall, ma'am," said Aretha.

"Oh yes."

Areta felt that behind her was someone who was following her continuously since then. Moreover, he could feel and see it from the tail end of the eye. Apparently it was Keisha. The figure of Keisha turns out that since then it continues to follow wherever Aretha goes.

In a place that was a little quiet Areta stopped walking. He looked back and still found Keisha behind him. Aretha was astonished because she began to see Keisha's whereabouts around her now.

" Why do you keep following me?" ask Aretha.

But Keisha just kept silent while continuing to look at Areta. Feeling the question was free, Areta finally did not care too much about the figure of the little boy. He then walked back to the Bu Darsih stall which was not far away. Apparently when it was in the stall the place was still full of mothers who were shopping. The habit of mothers in this village is to shop while gossiping.

"Eh, Mommy, shopping? Tumbens. Usually Mbok Jum comes here" said a woman standing nearby.

"Yes, Mom. Coincidentally I want to go for a walk so I just shop here," said Aretha while choosing green vegetables at the table.

"Where? It's right here, right?" ask the other mother.

"Thank God, Mom. At home." Areta kept trying to show a happy, calm and happy expression.

Even if asked correctly, Areta would be at home living in that house. Although there have been a lot of distractions since he came to this village, Aretha seems to be quite enjoying her life in that village. Even when Radit is not home, and offers to return to their home, Aretha refuses.

The rain had just fallen when Aretha came home from shopping earlier. This was the first time he felt rain in the village. The atmosphere is getting colder.

"Mom, I think I ate a good meal. Moreover, the atmosphere Rain kayak gini," said Aretha.

" Areta's mom bought the ingredients, right? I'll cook for you later."

"It's all right, Mom. Oh yeah, Mr Slamet same Mas Ratno still on top?"

"Still, Ma'am. If it's not wrong, Ratno again smashed the wall."

"It means we'll be done soon, ma'am."

"Rubber, Ma'am. Thank God it is done."

"By the way upstairs was Mr Ibrahim's room?"

"Yes, Mother. The main room is occupied by Mr. Ibrahim."

"If Keisha?"

"If Keisha's in the room down there. Close to the main room, "show Bu Jum.

" keep the room I occupy was whose room was Ma'am?"

"Well if the lower room is your room so it is rarely occupied unless there is a brother from Mr. Ibrahim who came to visit. What's the matter, Mommy?"

" Oh that. It's okay, Mom. Just ask. Oh yes, Mr Ibrahim has how many children?"

"The son of Abraham was 3. The two are already great if not wrong number 2 has been studying at one of the state universities in Jakarta if the eldest son Pak Ibrahim actually has worked. So Keisha's a big boy."

" Well, even though the distance is quite far, ma'am between the second child to the 3rd child. It looks like Keisha is a bonus for Mr. Ibrahim's family" Aretha joked.

"Yes, it wasn't planned he said. But Father and Mother are very dear to Keisha."

"Certainly, Ma. Called son. Moreover, the distance of birth is a bit far, surely with the presence of Keisha make a new color in the family Mr. Ibrahim."

"Mak Aretha and Mas Radit how long have you been married?"

Bu Jum's question made Aretha not immediately reply. He seemed to understand which way this chat would end.

"We've been married for almost 5 years, ma'am. But it seems that God has not given us the sustenance of a child. Maybe still told to enjoy life together first," said Aretha.

"Not what, Ma'am. We will be given the same trust of God. I was pregnant with my first child for a long time. 8 Years of marriage. Then my parents took me and Mr. Slamet to the masseuse. His name is 'do, yes, Ma'am. So we just go. But only 3 months after the massage routine, I was pregnant. Coincidentally his masseur these villagers too. If Ma'am Aretha is interested I will deliver there," said Bu Jum excited.

"Oh yes, Mom. It will be easy if I am interested later I ask Bu Jum again. You see, I'm the same Radit there hasn't been any chatter in that direction."

The footsteps of several people caught the attention of Areta and Bu Jum. Apparently Ratno and Mr. Slamet had just come down the stairs with some of the equipment they had brought upstairs.

"Well, have you finished Mas Ratno?" Areta asked while Ratno was carrying a roller commonly used to paint the wall.

"it's over, mbak Reta. Everything's done. Please if Areta wants to look up to assess your work who knows there is less," Ratno said.

"Ah, surely the work of Mas Ratno and Mr. Slamet is good. I believe in you both. Oh yeah coffee was already making coffee yet. Don't go home yet because it's still raining. Wait for Bu Jum to finish making compote later we eat together."

"Thank you, Ms. Aretha. I'm going ahead, I'm going to have coffee. Come on, sir," Ratno asked.

"Oh yes, Mr. Slamet will sleep here tonight, yes, same as Ms. Jum. Keep me at home."

"Well, Ma'am Aretha. Ma'am Jum told me the same story earlier. We're ready."

"Alhamdulillah."

While waiting for a mature compote, Aretha actually sat on the terrace of the house with Mr. Slamet and Ratno. Actually Aretha is a person who is easy to get along with, especially if you find a friend who is one frequency. He likes to talk to Ratno because some of the topics they talk about are always continuous. Aretha likes to hear the experience of Ratno who several times met with mystical things like himself.

Accompanied by a cup of coffee and fried food, they were busy chatting on the porch of the house while looking at the rain that was still falling.

"Well, that's creepy anyway, ma'am. Then how, after friends of Mbak's friends eat from the magic shop, they're good, right?" ask Ratno.

Although the incident had happened a few days ago, but Aretha apparently could not forget it easily. He also shared the story with Mr. Slamet and Ratno who indeed most often interacted with him during his stay in the house.

"I think they're good, Mas. I have never heard anything strange. I hope the effect doesn't continue."

"But if such an incident seems to happen often, Ma'am. I have also heard the same story from my friends several times. Indeed, the reason is one of the places that often happen mystical things," added Mr. Slamet.

"Don't just the car Mbak Areta who broke down was actually the work of the creatures. But luckily Mbak Areta equally his friends are fine. You see, I've also heard that there are people who are trapped in such a magical shop and a little longer found again. Almost gone a week. But upon meeting it turns out he actually slept on the side of the road. Pas asked he said he was eating at the stall. Only he said After he came home he still often experienced strange things after the incident, Ma'am."

"Huh, really, really serem. Thank God that I never experienced anything strange after getting lost in the magic shop. Duh, this house has already been serem time the addition of other demons anyway," murmured Aretha.

" Areta's mother is often disturbed in this house, huh?" ask Ratno.

" Yes a few times, although not too often. I've started memorizing the same figure of the little boy even earlier when I went to the stall also he continued to follow me."

"Keisha?" ask Mr. Slamet.

"Yes, Sir. I wonder why Keisha follows me so often when I leave the house."

" Areta did not ask Keisha "Maybe she does need something or have a certain purpose?"

"Already, Mas. But he just kept quiet like he didn't want to talk or even he couldn't talk?"

" maybe both are. Or it could have been Keisha deliberately following Ma'am Areta. Because he's bored at home. You see, I was alive Keisha really likes to go to play but same Mr. Ibrahim he was not allowed to play far at most just around the yard alone."

"Oh yeah? Why?"

"Because of pain. Keisha can not be too tired because later if he sapped he could suddenly shortness of breath," explained Mr. Slamet.

"Oh that. Eh but Mr Slamet same Mas Ratno also never really, squirm the figure in this house besides Keisha?" ask Areta curiously.

" do you mean Areta Kinanti?" ask Ratno.

"not Kinanti, Mas. if Kinanti he actually more often appear in the tea garden ahead there. But this figure was actually in the main room of the 2nd floor. At that time I remembered that there was something in the room and I tried to go to check it out. Suddenly Keisha was beside me. Well, fitting the door of the room was a little open Keysa who looked into the room suddenly like feeling scared. I don't know why I thought that in that room there was another person who lived that scared Keisha."

"Hem, who, huh?" muttered Ratno while thinking hard.

" I'm sorry if I asked you a little strangely. But the person who died in this house was just Keisha, right? There's no one else? But this is outside of Kinanti huh. If that Kinanti always appears outside the house that I'm asking this is a figure in the house other than Keisha."

"Well, Mommy. Honestly, I have never seen any sightings here. Maybe Mr Slamet sir?"

"Otherwise me. Where ever, Ma'am."

"Hem, yes, I have. Maybe it's just my feelings. "