Ibu Mendadak Buka Pintu Novels & Stories

The adjoining door to my own room. Without a second thought, I lunge towards it, fingers scrambling over the handle as I yank it open with all my strength. The door crashes against the wall with a resounding bang that has me freezing in place, holding my breath. But no footsteps come rushing in response to the commotion. Peering through the open doorway, I see only the dimly lit familiarity of my own room stretching out before me. No guards burst through to apprehend me for the abrupt disturbance. I send a silent prayer of thanks to the heavens.

In the quiet of the night, a loud banging echoes through the air, startling both Arthur and Madin from their deep sleep. Madin stirs first, rubbing his eyes groggily as he sits up. The pounding on the door grows louder, accompanied by muffled voices outside. Without thinking, Madin drags himself out of bed and stumbles toward the door. He unlocks it, the heavy wooden door creaking open, and what he sees on the other side freezes him in place.