THE EYE.

CHAPTER 6

"HUH? Yes. Yes."

The engine was turned on, the fuel was pressed hard and speed off without saying goodbye to the young police officer.

"Huh... it's a girl's name...," mumbled the young officer while shaking his head and waving back the green light he was holding, signaling the way to another car.

Slip in and out…

"ASSALAMUALAIKUM…" She greeted as the door opened wide. And now she already at her home after long way.

Felt the wall for the light switch.

Pap!

Bright but quite quiet. His brother's house was only occupied by him when he was out working. Close the door again after removing the heat deck cover. While locking the door, the back of her neck felt someone's breath. The palm quickly held the cold neck before turning away. Empty.

Ameera Husna shook her head because she was too emotional. At the same time, the 'someone' has also entered the house safely.

Late night...

'I don't know why didn't sleep well...' Mumbled.

Satisfied, he turned his body right and left but her eyes remained stubborn and did not want to sleep. In addition, it is accompanied by the sound of the rotation of the ceiling fan blades.

"Help me…" There was a voice asking for help in the earpiece indiscriminately. Ameera Husna kept her eyelids open and sleepy, even her pupils were round. She pulled the blanket closer to face, only eyes were exposed and wandered in the dimly lit room.

"Help me… I know you can hear my voice…" The voice whispered again.

Ameera Husna deliberately turned a deaf ear. She kept forcing her eyes to close tightly by grasping the edge of the blanket more and more.

"Please help me…" The voice grew softer and moaned in sadness.

His tone is filled with the rhythm of pain. The tighter she tried to close her eyes, the stronger the stench. Sometimes it's smell like a fish of blood!

Ayatul Qursi tried to finish the reading even though it was not smooth due to fear. She slowly lowered the blanket from covering her face. The fan blows like a spray of fire. Hot, she felt it now.

The white silhouette of a man's body, still standing upright with his head hanging down. Then slowly he disappeared.

She lowered the blanket to her chest. Ameera Husna also slowly lifted her body from the bed. After she was already sitting down with darting eyes. It turned out that the room, which was only lit by a dim sleeping lamp, was empty. She did not see any shadows or oddities.

The fact that the shadow of the man with the drooping neck was watching from behind the bed next to the closet.

"It's hot..." Ameera Husna continued to babble while shaking her face. Look to the side, which is the lamp table in the water container, there is no water.

"I'm thirsty and thirsty... Herm, it's two in the morning. Do you want to go to the kitchen? You're thirsty. Just go..." She muttered to herself in a sense of apprehension since he was alone.

"God!" Screams that just wanted to lower her legs. Not at all. The fog covered her body again with a blanket. And the figure with three bundles lying on the floor rolled back towards the darkness before disappearing.

"Brother… Husna is scared bro…" She muttered trembling under the covers of the blanket.

She didn't even dare to reach for the phone from the lamp table. Although her heart wanted too much to call his brother there. Tonight, the guess turned out to be really great.

Ameera Husna's courage was once again challenged. This time with a loud knock on the door of the room. As if someone insisted on going inside.

"God, who is that? Who is knocking on the door of my room? No brother... God!!!" She was more and more afraid. More and more trembling and writhing in the blanket despite sweating from the heat. From whispers asking for help, pocong apparitions and now knocking on the door.

Overnight he was disturbed.

"Maybe someone will come back with me?" Spontaneously Ameera Husna made her own hypothesis which added to the rhythm of the heartbeat. And the adrenaline rush.

"God! What am I going to do now!" Want it or not, those who can only read Ayatul Qursi other than Fatihah and 3 Qul in the hope of being able to wall themselves in bed without a companion. The louder Ameera Husna read, the louder the knock on the surface of the door seemed to fight back.

The man's avatar also looked very scared because he had never seen these apparitions in front of him. He who is still having a hard time accepting the fact that he has left the earth and the universe is getting sadder.

If there is even in his condo. But he tried to think rationally by assuming that everything was just his illusion. He himself did not expect it to be like this. The spirit that has separated from the body. He really didn't expect it at all.

"Ameera… I… want… to go in…" There was also a creepy voice, trying to disturb the fear-stricken heart again. The man's shadow also heard him and he was also afraid even if he himself was a ghost.

Ameera Husna's whole body trembled in the blanket when the bed she was lying on was shaken violently. The tears flowed faster. The faster the mouth recites the surahs that she remembers at such a critical moment, even though sometimes his idgham is a bit sloppy.

"Hey…" The voice whispered and got closer.

'Please… don't bother me again. I can't take it anymore... please...' Ameera Husna could only groan inwardly. Want to speak, her mouth is like glue. Then the window was heard as if it was being clawed by 'something' from the outside.

Crack… crack…

Dum! Dum!

The door seemed to collapse with a knocking hammer!

The bed was once again shaken, violently shaken. Want to pull out all the screws now. Imagine how strong the shake is!

"SubhanAllah. SubhanAllah. SubhanAllah!" Her pronunciation grew stronger. Ameera Husna had to brace herself. She has to fight with all these distractions because she is the only one there.

"Allahuakbar! Allahuakbar!" For almost half an hour, Ameera Husna was disturbed by shaking the bed, knocking, scratching and calling names, now everything has stopped on its own when the ears have been listened to with the call to prayer at dawn. No more rocking in bed.

Ameera Husna could breathe with relief and then she slowly lowered the blanket. Empty. It's dark. Only the call to prayer and the clock that he locked last night, became the rhythm now. The sweat that splattered on his face she wiped greedily before quickly walking down the bed. When she arrived at the side of the dressing table, she looked for a moment at the face that was painted with a worried look before turned her gaze to the towel bar.

The stuck towel was reached and he stepped towards the door of the room because she wanted to go down to the kitchen to go to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, the shadow of a young man dressed in a bloody white shirt with a drooping neck has disappeared somewhere. He also felt hot when he heard the call to prayer while before he was fine.