It was almost noon when I woke up. The memory about what happened on the early morning came rushing hard. Laying in my bed, I reminisced over it. It was the same thing she was holding, I jumped to conclusion. A basin, filled with water, with a lit candle floating in it. The same thing I saw in the peculiar dream. And the room she entered into, the room with the black door, what was she doing in there? What was she hiding from me?
I went downstairs (gingerly, I wasn't really sure why) and had my late breakfast as per my usual Sunday. Bibi told me that my Mom already went out—for which I was not sure if I should feel grateful or disappointed. A part of me was dying to interrogate her; the other part was too afraid to even think about it, afraid of what I might discover. Ignorance is bliss, I was that sort of girl.
From the dining table, I took a glimpse of the black door in the far corner. I never thought about if before, but I just realized it was the only door with different painting in this house; all other doors were white. Curious and apprehensive at the same time, I approach the door, and tried the knob. It was locked. Then a voice startled me.
"Neng Wenny, what are you doing?" Asked Bibi.
"No, I was just—" looking at Bibi's face, an idea crossed my mind, "Bi, you've worked in this house for years, right?"
"... yes?" Bibi answered with hesitation.
"Has Mom ever asked you to clean up this room?" I pointed to the mystery room.
"No. What's wrong with the room, Neng?"
"Nothing is wrong. Have you entered this room, Bi?"
"Oh, surely not. Ibu told me to never enter the jewellery room."