Chapter 2 He Feels Strange

Six months of not being able to see the outside world had made Sarka feel very miserable. And now his eyes are functioning normally again. How grateful he is that God still gives him the opportunity to see and enjoy the beautiful scenery in this world.

"Well, now we're home," Maria said with a big smile. She looked at Sarka. "How was it? You're happy, right?" she asked.

Sarka nodded enthusiastically. There was nothing different about the house as it was six months ago. Everything was almost the same as the last time Sarka had seen it. The only slight difference was that there were now a few flower pots on the terrace. The rest was just the same as before.

"I'm so happy," Sarka said honestly. "I'm really happy to be able to see you again."

"That's it, let's go in now."

Without another thought, Sarka nodded firmly. The two of them then stepped into the house. Maria took the house key from her bag, then she opened the door. After two clicks, she pushed the door open. They finally stepped into the house.

"I want to go to my room first," Sarka said to his mom. His hand had a bag big enough to hold some clothes because he had been in the hospital for some time to undergo surgery on his eyes.

Maria nodded. She said yes. "Yes. Do you want me to help you carry your things?"

Sarka shook his head slowly as he flashed a faint smile. "No need, I'm still capable of carrying these things myself, mom."

"Okay, I also want to go to my room first."

As soon as Maria turned her body and stepped away from where Sarka was standing, he started walking towards his room. When he reached his room, which was quite spacious, he cast his eyes around before he finally sat down on the bed.

His room had not changed, everything looked the same. Sarka smiled a little. That meant she had remembered his message not to change the state of this room.

The fatigue that shrouded his body made Sarka immediately lay down on the bed. His legs were still dangling. His gaze was now directed to the ceiling of the room. In the next split second, he recalled yesterday's incident at the hospital, moments after he could see.

Sarka let out a long sigh. "I couldn't have seen anything wrong, everything was so clear," he muttered softly. The image of the little girl with bloody clothes mixed with mud made Sarka's mind even worse.

Sarka closed his eyes. He thought about the little girl again, especially when she suddenly flew over Sarka's body, then smiled widely and let out a giggle that made Sarka faint on the spot.

Sarka remembers it all too well, especially when the little girl grinned, revealing her black teeth, her two eyeballs-truly impenetrable-and her skin color! Sarka remembered this one very well. The girl's skin was completely inhuman-too pale, in Sarka's opinion. Almost white in color.

"Mom is wrong, I can't be hallucinating. I remember very well, I'm not lying. That little girl..." Sarka shook his head slowly. He chose not to continue his speech.

Not only that, yesterday, when Sarka and his mom were about to eat at the hospital cafeteria, he also saw something odd and creepy. And Sarka knew that the creature was invisible. How could it not be? Sarka could not possibly know about the creature. His face looked burned, completely black, like it had been burned. His body was wrapped in a white cloth, and his body was tied tightly. He looked like a bolster pillow. The ghost was called a pocong, obviously.

This was the first time Sarka had seen a pocong, before that, he had only heard of this ghostly figure from the stories of the community, as well as some stories on internet sites. Sarka had never seen the ghost in person, which was far scarier.

The pocong ghost was standing near a food vendor. Sarka's hair stood on end. The hospital cafeteria was crowded, but everyone seemed to be unaware of the pocong's presence. Sarka was scared to death when the pocong with the burnt face turned his body around and faced Sarka. The pocong's face was flat, but Sarka was sure that this ghost was looking at him. Sarka pretended not to see the ghost. He immediately averted his gaze. In fact, a drop of sweat had just fallen down his neck.

And after that, Sarka asked Maria to go back to the room. He didn't want to eat at the hospital cafeteria. The feeling of fear really made Sarka's guts shrink.

"I can't remember that incident anymore! I must be able to forget it. I have to." Sarka took a deep breath, then he changed his position to sit again. Sarka breathed in and out through his mouth.

Then, Sarka circulated his gaze again around his room. It was safe here, he didn't see anything strange. Realizing that, Sarka smiled. He could sleep peacefully. Then, he turned his face away when the bedroom door was knocked on from outside.

"Sarka, you're inside, right?" Maria's voice behind the door sounded quite loud. It was followed by a soft knock after that.

Sarka nodded even though his mom couldn't see it. "Yes, mom. I'm here." He then started to stand up, then walked towards the door and opened it wide.

Now, Maria was standing right in front of Sarka. She smiled widely, and so did Sarka.

"Why, do you have something to discuss with me?" asked Sarka, asking why his mom had called him. There must be something she wanted to tell him. Sarka looked at Maria, waiting for her to say something.

Maria let out a short breath, then nodded slowly. "You haven't eaten this afternoon, let's eat first. You must be hungry, right?"

Sarka didn't answer right away, but eventually he nodded too. Sarka gave a small grin. He showed his row of neatly arranged teeth. "I'm pretty hungry right now."

"Well, then let's eat first."

Sarka immediately agreed to that. He and his mom went to the kitchen. Sarka sat on one of the chairs, while Maria sat opposite Sarka.

"I haven't shopped yet, there are only eggs in the fridge. You like scrambled eggs with soy sauce. I thought it wouldn't hurt if you ate this first."

"No problem. I even like that food." Sarka flashed his a big smile, making Maria both relieved and happy.

"Then, eat quickly. Before the eggs cool down, they won't taste good. I'll accompany you to eat here," Maria said softly.

"You're not eating, mom?"

"I'll see you later. The important thing is to fill your stomach first. Don't forget to finish it, later, if it's still lacking, I'll cook some more for you. There are still plenty of eggs in the fridge."

"This is enough, mom." Sarka replied politely, after which he began to feed his mouth with Maria's food.

"Oh yes, I want to ask you something, Sarka."

"About what?" Sarka asked. He was curious. While chewing, his gaze was fixed on his mom again.

For a few seconds, Maria still kept her mouth shut. Sarka's forehead was already folded. He was confused. Then, his mom shook her head slowly, followed by a faint smile that graced her face.

"It looks like I'm not going to ask you."

"I've been waiting," said Sarka, a little disappointed.

"It's nothing important, you just finish the food."

"Then I'll ask, shall I?"

"What do you want to ask about?"

Sarka did not answer immediately. He thought for a while before finally asking hesitantly. "If I may know, who donated an eye to me?"

Maria stiffened in place with her breath held in her throat as the question fell from her youngest son's lips. And Maria could not answer that question.

It was too difficult.