Angker Village
Stone Throw

"Blood, whose blood is this?" my lot is full of wonder.

I kept watching the blood on the ground. Without me noticing, ani's mother, my neighbor came over.

"Luis, what did you notice? your eyes don't blink though?" ask her out loud, making me shocked.

"Oh, ana's mom. I didn't realize it until my mother was near me" I said with a smile.

"From just looking down, what are you doing?" asked ani's mother while watching me.

"Oh this ma'am, I'm in shock because there's-" I said cut off, when I saw the blood on the ground was gone.

I watched for a few minutes, and when I looked back, the blood was gone. Very surprising.

"What's wrong?" ani's mother was like a wonder.

"Nothing, maybe I saw it wrong. You have a lot of thoughts" I said quickly.

"Kirain there's something weird, oh, I heard that your sister was sick. Sorry, I haven't had time to look, I'm busy. Today, just wait for the greengrocer,"

"Oh, it's okay ma'am, my father is also from the other side of the village taking the medicine,"

"Good, hopefully, your sister will get well soon. You don't want to buy vegetables, either? tuh, the vegetable maker has come," said ani's mother, pointing to the vegetable maker who is still far away.

"Oh, yes ma'am, Ani's mother go first. Ntar, I'm following. I'm going to take the money first" I said running into the house.

Grandma, who was in my sister's room, was shocked to see me.

"Luis, why are you running?" my grandmother asked me in surprise.

"I want to buy some vegetables, Grandma" I said as I opened my wallet, took the money.

"Buy the corn granny, same cucumber."

"Yes, grandma,"

"You want some money?"

"No need to granny, I still have money" I said even though I only had red money.

"It's okay, it's take. Your money better keep it," My grandmother gave me red money too, I saw it glare. Sustenance is not going anywhere.

my grandmother knew about my finances. Ever since my mom died, she's always given me money, not much. But I am still grateful. It can still be given, even though I should have given it to my grandmother.

I ran out, the greengrocer had arrived in front of my house. Ani's mother, and other neighbors have come to buy.

"Eh, luis, it's coming. What are you buying?" ask ani's mother kindly.

"Mommy ma'am, it's a masseuse, a greengrocer" I said a little jokingly.

"Tau nih ani's mother, already know, even nanya again." abundant others.

"It's a bad habit, it's a small talk" said Ani's mother who laughed as well. He seemed to understand I was joking.

"Ngomon-mgomon nih well, yesterday the family of ahmad sir in the terror of ghosts," said one of the mothers.

"Oh, in terror how ma'am?" asked ani's mother curiously.

"He said, someone knocked on the door many times. When I checked, no one."

"Maybe it's just a prankster time?" I said while choosing vegetables. I'm used to being gossiped with the neighbors' mothers. Their mouths, they never stop. But I'm still curious.

"Eitherway. When he knocked on the door, there was a knock on the window near his living room" said the mothers who were getting louder.

"That food, when I want to sell vegetables here, gets scared. At the end of this, many of my apparitions were seen during the day. The ball moves itself, the clothes are made up," said the greengrocer who gossiped too.

"That's what I think, if this continues, I no longer want to sell here," said the vegetable maker.

"It's not our fault if this village is haunted, we don't want it to happen either" I said.

"True, we also do not want times, this village to be haunted," said another mother.

"So most ngomon nih bu, when to buy vegetables?"

"Sorry, her name is also the mothers, mostly the choosy,"

"Well, I paid. So forty thousand, right?" I said while offering red money.

"Beres neng, later buy again well, if the mas comes," said the vegetable, while giving me my money change.

I ran in, after paying. While the mothers, still busy gossiping. If I keep gossiping, my work won't work out.

****

The sun was drowning, I was sitting and opening my phone. My dad's home, taking Rian's bike. I locked the door tightly, because I wanted magrib.

All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I saw the clothes floating in front of my house. I peeked closer through the window, it turned out to be true. I quickly called my father.

"There's luis, magrib still yelling?" my father said he came to me.

"Look yeah, there's a floating shirt" I said as I pointed from inside the window.

My father noticed, he was surprised to see it too.

"The danger of Luis, soon enough, will come again," my father said frantically.

I'm trying to digest what my father, the victim said.

"Your sister is also sick again, I became worried" said my father with a sad look.

"Father should not be prejudiced, just pray, idar quickly healed," I said as I stroked my father's shoulders. All this time, I've never seen my father grieve, cry. But when my mother died, my father looked very whiny and possessive with his son. Maybe I don't want to stay anymore.

"Yes, you accompany your sister in the news. I want to pray first" said my father who walked inside.

Since my mother died, my father did not come to the mosque for prayer. He prefers to pray at home. Grandma always forbid it, she said, 'cause if I'm home alone.

I went into the room, saw my sister who was able to move her legs. I'm glad to see it.

"The legs are slowly recovering," I said to the surprise of my sister.

My sister kept her feet up, to train her. It seemed, he was already impatient to recover.

As I focused on seeing my sister, a knock on the door sounded. Idar and I just looked at each other.

Not long after, someone threw a stone at my bedroom window, my sister and I were shocked. My bedroom window broke.

My feeling became unsettled, I didn't see anyone outside.

"Sister.." said my sister who looked terrified.

Honestly, I'm scared too. But seeing my sister near me, I tried to be strong. So that he doesn't get scared.

"It's okay, just a prankster" I said with a smile, trying to shake off my sister's fear.

Before long, the windows in the living room also broke, and the doors of our house, many times heard the throwing of stones.

"What is this really about?" my grunts with astonishment.