A World Without Seams

13

That night Bram came home with Noey. Rachel and Cecil live after Bram previously took Cecil's goods in his boarding house and transferred to Rachel's house.

After Cecil had rested, Rachel headed upstairs to prepare some work or just read. He can't sleep.

Rachel turned on her computer, but for an hour there was nothing she could do. The pictures he made always felt wrong. He also lost his taste for reading books. Rachel stood at the window of the room and stared at the garden in front of her house. The park was deserted there was only one adult sitting.

Rachel watched for a long time but the person just sat quietly on the swing. Before long the man looked at Rachel and smiled. Rachel stood up stiffly, then she went into her room. He's afraid. I don't know who's always sitting in that park. Not only that time he saw it. Rachel believes because the characteristic hair of the person is not easy to forget. Silvery hair. Like shining in the dark of the night let alone being hit by moonlight. It will be more beautiful to look.

Rachel walked towards her room and immediately went to sleep. Forgetting what he had just seen though was not easy. At midnight, he just fell asleep.

***

Rachel woke up bad luck! He went to the bathroom and took a shower in a hurry. When he went to the kitchen he saw Cecil making breakfast.

"Cock still relaxed?" ask Rachel. Cecil looked at him from head to toe.

"Liet? where are you going?" ask Cecil.

"Geez, what time is it? You want to be angry at Andini's mom again? we're gonna be late, get ready, quick" Rachel turns off the stove and pushes Cecil's body to get ready for work.

"Mr Andini? we going to the office?" ask Cecil.

"Jeez Cecil, yes dong. What time is it? don't tell me you're allowed in" said Rachel.

"Yeee no ah, what are the permits of all. I didn't go in" said Cecil.

"You resigned?" ask Rachel.

"No, I want it at home, I want it,"

"You're still afraid there's him?" ask Rachel. Cecil stopped his frying activities and looked at Rachel. Rachel gets bumbling about Cecil and Adit's life.

"No, my God, Heeellll.. You don't know if it's still a holiday?" ask Cecil.

"Haaa?" Rachel runs into a calendar that perches sweetly in the kitchen. It's a red date!

"Hihii really want to work, want to see Mr. Andre well?" goda.

"Hmmmh, no, just my work is still a lot of unfinished" said Rachel.

"Consider, I whose job is more just brought relaxed. Eat first, I can't cook. Enakin aja well," he said while offering a plate of fried rice with eggs ceplok.

"Thank you, you bother to cook early in the morning" Rachel said as she fed the fried rice that tasted amazingly good.

"No, I like to cook. And as a thank you also want to welcome me here," said Cecil.

"It's easy ah, I told you I'm even here. I have a friend" said Rachel.

They had breakfast while chatting casually.

"Is the hope still there?" asked Bram who was directly sitting at the dining table.

"Great boy came for breakfast" said Rachel.

"There's, uh, a minute" said Cecil. Bram stuck out his tongue from across the table.

"Hmmm your cooking is getting better, I miss your cooking, it has not been in masakin for a long time," said Bram.

"Mode!" Rachel said. Bram.

"Eat," said Cecil with a smile.

"I also miss your homemade shrimp sausage" said Bram.

"Sometimes I make it" said Cecil.

"Today dong, we'll go shopping,"

"But.... "

"That's okay, there's me" said Bram pointing to himself.

"Yuk Hel, we're going to the market. Nyari cooking ingredients," asked Cecil.

"No, he will have a lot of snacks" said Bram.

"Who would also want to come, so toothless goat ntar. Sorry, Cil, I'm not following. Want to do the rest of the work" said Rachel.

"It's okay" said Cecil.

After breakfast, Bram and Cecil go shopping. Rachel went upstairs and finished her job. The same perfume appeared again.

"Who are you?!?" rachel shouted around in her chair. The wind blows through the window.

"If you dare to go out!" snapped again. There was no sound or movement other than the window curtain that the morning wind played.

Rachel walked towards the window and looked around. There's no one. Both inside and outside. Even the garden in front of his house was deserted.

Rachel sat down and opened an empty book. He will write a mini-story. But again the wind plays the paper until it flips itself.

"Who the hell? so funny!" rachel said despite her heart being scared. It seems that what he is doing is not human. There is no way a human being can do that without being seen. The feathers bristled for a moment.

Rachel walked to the window and closed the window. He walked back to his desk and continued his work. As he was engrossed in writing, the wind again flew the paper in front of him.

The same perfume stings again. Although he likes the aroma but in the atmosphere like now he actually feels afraid. Rachel glanced left and right, there was no one.

Rachel walked towards the door and looked out. There's no one. Rachel closed the book she was about to use. Then clean up his desk and tidy up all that was scattered on his desk. Then he walked to the door. He better get out of the room he thinks is haunted.

Three more steps to get to the door, but the door closes by itself. No wind or anything. The window of the room is still closed. Rachel panicked and tried to open the door but couldn't. Like locked. Rachel banged on the door and shouted for help hoping Bram and Cecil would come back.

Many times he shouted, no one heard him. Rachel leaned against the door staring at her entire study. Nothing strange, nothing visible, no movement. How could the door close itself and lock.

Suddenly the wind blew back in the room. Winds strong enough to fly the paper. The book that was still closing on the table reopened by itself. It was as if a fan was directed there. Then suddenly stop.

The book is open. Rachel was afraid to come closer but she was also curious as to why the book could open. Rachel slowly approached her desk and saw the book open right on the middle page. Rachel almost fainted when she saw a piece of writing there. Though the book was still new, there was not a single scribble from his hand. But now there is a bright red inscription with the inscription:

Befriends?