"Rian," her voice echoed from the dimly lit living room. It was soft, almost melodious, yet it sent a shiver down his spine. "Come here, dear."
The old, mahogany staircase creaked under Rian’s feet, a sound that seemed too loud in the silent house. It was 10 PM. His parents were gone for the weekend, leaving him in the care of Auntie Sarah—a woman who lived in the guest house but was now, to Rian’s surprise, preparing to spend the night in the main house. ACHJ-051 Turuti Saja Apa Yang Bibi Lakukan Kepadamu
When his parents returned later that afternoon, they seemed surprised when he mentioned the late-night meditation. They exchanged a quick, unreadable glance before his father laughed it off, claiming Auntie Sarah had been resting in the guest house all evening and hadn't come inside. Rian walked to the window and looked out at the guest house; the curtains were drawn, and for a brief moment, he thought he saw a silver glint reflecting from the darkness behind the glass. He realized then that some family traditions were meant to be followed, even if they were never spoken of again. "Rian," her voice echoed from the dimly lit living room
Rian felt the world outside the living room fading away. The ticking of the clock grew louder, filling his entire consciousness. It was 10 PM
"Auntie, do you need something?" Rian asked, standing awkwardly.
When Rian finally drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep, the last thing he perceived was the flickering candlelight reflecting in Sarah’s eyes as she watched over the house in the silence of the night. The Aftermath