THE FORMER BLIND COLLECTION HOUSE IJO
Chapter 1 moving house

I was the third of six children, when it was the first time my parents bought a house, and it turned out that the house my parents bought, the family who inhabited it had done the gift.

At that time we were four brothers, three women, and one son, my fifth sister, and the sixth fifteen-year-old son who was born in that house.

Me, and my little brother, the fourth child, were only two years apart, so I lived in Grandpa and Grandma's house in Bogor, not my parents, but because Grandpa, and Grandma felt sorry to see Mamah who was troubled to take care of four toddlers, at that time we were only two years and two years apart, and my parents also did not have their own home, either, often move rented house.

Therefore I, and my eldest brother live with Kekek and Grandma in Bogor, but every month our parents always visit Bogor, looking at all provide monthly fees for us.

At that time Mamah and Papah did not have a house, until the end when I was five years old, I got good news, our parents bought a luxurious house, still remembered how happy I was, and still remember how happy I was, I was a little boy whining to Grandpa to take me to my parents' house in Bandung.

I can't wait to see what kind of luxury home my parents bought, imagined the house in the dream, the time was not yet the age of the Smartphone, which there is only a home phone, the phone, so you can not video call, or send pictures, around the nineties precisely in 1999-2000.

I left with Grandpa, and my brother to Bandung, because I kept whining to go to my parents' house, but my parents said I would be picked up, but I was impatient, because my parents are busy taking care of the house, then they ask my Grandpa to take me, and my brother to Bandung.

"No need to bring a lot of clothes, later clothes, and others follow so as not to bother."

Mamah's voice on the phone call, I'm happy to hear her jump up and down in joy, tomorrow we also leave for Bandung, take the Rudi Bus, take, The one-on-one bus that often passes in front of Grandpa's house, which leads us directly to the Leuwi Panjang Bandung terminal.

Long story short, until I was at my parents' house in Bandung, and well his house was luxurious in his era, a house with four bedrooms, two bathrooms, living room, living room, the living room, dining room, kitchen, and car garage are enough for two cars.

In place of the car garage there is a staircase leading to the attic, but in the attic there is no room just a clothesline, and seating, there is one place in the kitchen, a narrow room one room, one room, maybe the area as big as a public toilet is called goah.

I don't know what place it is, like any other kid who's always curious all over wanted to know, I looked into that goah, there's a place where the offerings I brought I showed to my parents.

"Well, what's this for, who's it for?, who's in that cramped place?"

At that moment, my Grandpa, Papah, and Mamah turned their heads immediately, and were stunned.

"Where's Liya from?" ask my mother to be confused.

"From there Mah, in that narrow place let me point."

I walked, wanted to show you the place where I found the former offerings, followed by Papah, and my Grandfather behind.

 "What's goah doing here?" asked Grandfather while frowning his forehead, then Mamah took the place of the offerings, and threw them into the trash.

My family does not believe in the occult, they believe the supernatural exists, because believing in the supernatural is one of the pillars of our religious faith.

Then we must believe, even the creator is supernatural, which cannot be seen, but we believe in his existence, with all his creation, then we must also believe confidently, he said, and accept all the pillars of his faith.

Me, Papah, Mamah, and Grandpa were still in the kitchen observing the dark goah, there was no light socket there was pitch black, I was just standing behind the observing door, he said, then Grandpa came out banging me walking towards the family room, after Papah and Mamah.

My brother was in my eldest brother's room, playing with my younger brother who was three years old.

Kangeun once because we had been living separately, we will now finally gather one house, not separated again.

I sat on Grandpa's lap on the matah, and my Papah we sat together at the family room soup, like they were going to talk about that goah.

"Remember that sin which cannot be forgiven, idolaters associate with Allah. Never be tempted to give offerings, whatever the reason, for respect or whatever, because it will become a habit, and later there will be a negative impact if you do not do it."

Grandfather started the conversation, Mamah, and Papah seriously heard and noticed.

"No need to know, don't want to know let it be their business, now you lock the door, don't get the kids close or go in there. Eve air there was the Father felt uncomfortable, you do not forget his prayer worship do not stay, multiply read the Quran at home, let your home comfortable quiet, protected from all dangers."

Grandpa gave advice as usual, that night after dinner we watched TV, chatted, jokingly took off kangeun, had not seen each other for a long time.

We shared a room, I slept alone in the middle room, left of my parents' room, right of my second brother's room, and in front of my door my oldest brother's room.

Grandpa slept with me that night, because I was the closest to Grandpa, after all Grandpa would come home tomorrow, I was a bit sad to part with him too.

After Grandpa came home, the days passed Mamah was still busy cleaning the house, arranging the entire house, furniture, children's rooms, did not feel the time passed so quickly we had three weeks there.

I forgot that night what night, I woke up wanting to pee, I went out of the room to the bathroom next to the kitchen, I saw Mamah standing in the kitchen I greeted Mamah.

" Why are the nights in the kitchen?"ask me.

But Mamah did not answer, I went straight to the bathroom, when I came out of the bathroom, I saw in the kitchen Mamah was not there, I thought Mamah had returned to the room again, I thought, then I went into the room.

When I started pulling the blankets, I heard someone was sweeping the living room, I thought I was going to go through the living room, but no one, no one, why is there now the sound of people sweeping? Did Mamah sweep the nights? Yes, maybe Mamah broom before going to bed.

My innocent mind at that time, who was five years old, did not care and then went back to sleep, to the next day as usual five o'clock more Mamah woke me up to pray at dawn, we all wake up for the dawn prayer.

My brothers will also go to their Elementary School one Elementary School, the fourth grade one second grade, they are used to preparing themselves, they are used to, to go to school without help. We are not spoiled, we are all independent to take care of ourselves, without the help of Mamah.

Mamah was also busy preparing breakfast, helping my eldest brother, I was waiting at the dinner table, while watching my Mom, I asked.

"Why was last night in the kitchen?" ask Mamah.

Mom looked back and asked.

"What night is Liya? Who's in the kitchen?"

Then Mamah continued cooking, and I tried to explain.

"Every night I would pee, I saw Mamah again standing in the kitchen, I asked Mamah not answer." I explained.

Mom, and my brother looked at each other.

"That broomsticky night in Mamah's TV room, too, right?"

I continue to ask again.

"You've been dreaming Liya's time."

Said Mamah while frowning, but came my second brother.

"Gak ko Mah, I smalem denger Liya out of the room, I kept hearing Liya say, Mamah again say his word malem malem in the kitchen, I also denger ko Mah, Mamah broom."

Say my Second Brother...

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