100 DAYS AFTER I DIE

Part 1 (Children's friend)

have you ever played a swing? when I was a child I remember very well there was a swing made from a used tire by my father tied to a jackfruit tree, every morning and evening I often played there. alone because in my old place there were not many children my age until one day when I was playing there was pushing a slow swing, he said, I looked around and behind me was a girl my age. He smiled and said "i'm playing, I'm sad to play by myself" this boy wore a shirt with a white lacy skirt.

I : ayokkk.. You who?

I said with a typical 6-year-old voice..

"Cari"

Me: oooo let's play..

We also played like a child in general, this Sari at that time the performance was as good as an ordinary 6-year-old child, as I remember her hair was long and her skin was white..

Afternoon ahead of us dduk2 near the swing.

sari: go home.. My mum called..

Me : where?? I'm not horrified?

Sari: you can't hear now... Play again tomorrow..

sari ran to semak2 and didn't know where she was going...

At that time, I was living in the Semarang area. Because my father was there as an armed force. The place is msh d village jd rumah2 a little far apart..

I picked up my mother who showed up from the side of the house.

Mother: ayoo rizal take a shower first, td play the same who?

sari bukk

mother: sari who son?

me: sari ya sari buk

my mother and I finally went in.

after my meeting with the sari slowlynn I feel not only my family who live here.the day of meeting with the sari is Thursday.. our meeting took place a few weeks ago, and many strange events that I realized after a little older..

some of them sari showed me his house but I didn't see apa2

as soon as my mother came sari immediately went to meet. even my mother had come to look for him tp never met when I was sure he td behind the tree, he also often ate flowers, but also often eat flowers, yes jasmine flowers are eaten raw.

I was still a kid at the time and my mind went far......

different from my mother.yes she began to worry. it turns out silent2 she often peeked at me. and to her surprise said she saw nothing but me who play alone and speak for myself !!!

this story is certainly also experienced by many children2 with other special benefits such as I patterns that are always like this, I will tell you later..

day after day passed my mother forbid me to play again with sari. every time I steal the time to play swings on Thursday sari must have sat while swinging a slow swing while humming macapat java. and every time I go home and asked where I answered to play the same sari. mother would immediately scold me. I don't know knp..

so worried that mother told people to take off her swing and moved to the front porch of the house.. but it does not make me deterrent I still play near the jackfruit tree and asem java behind the house..

until finally I was angry and asked people to flatten and clean the backyard of the house from the trees. initially many do not get it because the house we live in is now an old official house and a tree2 d behind the house jg very old, and the person asked to please jg feel objection. tp is not his name if already pnya desire must be implemented. after being able to convince the father finally tawang2 in the backyard cut down. and made the courtyard of dr. konblok..

this is where my dark story begins and will continue until I grow up.

the first week after that day I did not see any more sari.jg mother looked calmer and the afternoon I spent to join TPA at the mosque which is about 1km away from my house, and my afternoon was spent in TPA, every day the father/mother who picked me up. I blm meet sari again, I jg look for tp not met. at that time I can understand what happened.

at night I slept as usual alone because it was used by my parents, but it turned out that from that night onwards my night was never ordinary again...

my bed was by the window, sometimes I forgot to close the curtains just like that night...

I woke up at night2 because I felt a strange air.it was too strange to imagine, felt and expressed by a 6-year-old child like me !

that night I slept with my parents.The fear still enveloped my mother still calms me and just says that I have nightmares.. I tried to assume it was a nightmare and it would never happen again..

but I'm wronghhh great wrong !!!

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in the morning, the eyes of the day are high.I brangkat school, I still tk. I started to forget the events of last night because maybe it was true 2 dreams may it be true dreams.

I sat down and forgot what to do first, but there was something until now I remember. There was an empty bench should be in the back. You know what I mean? well, the bench is not empty anymore, but there is a sari that fills it.

i: sariii 

Sari : Rizall

Me: play in front of yukkk

I still don't know what and who the sari is..

Me: yahhhhh kanih friend2 uda pulangggg

Sari: no, I also want to go home

Where is your home, ehhhh?

sari: I don't have a home now...

me : lohh? do you want to sleep in my house? I don't have any friends at home

Sari: may 

My :horeeeee at home have temennn 

sari (smile only, but if you see him, you will be afraid of his smile).

"Eh Rizal has not come home yet, he yelled2 himself, hayu why? seneng huh? "

i: yes ma'am guru, rizal now at home there is a temenya bukk, this is his name saa....

not done talking, the sari that just looked no longer exists.

me: lohhh, manaa sari?

Teacher: which sari is rizal? the big zero what the small zero is.

me: not really buguru, he just brangkat..

"sayanggg, sorry mom is late" my mom said.

I : buukk. later sari want nginepp.

mother: rizal uda how many times mother said, stop talking sari ya son..

i: yahhh ibukk, rizal right at home do not have friends..

the teacher asked my mother who the sari was, and my mother replied half whispering "his imaginary friend is rizal buu, it could be anak2"