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Gayatri's body was still trembling after the incident. He immediately went into his room and locked himself in the room. He took off a dirty new shirt and put it in the laundry basket. After that, he went into the bathroom. Watering his body that feels sultry and dirty. More than that, he wanted to calm himself under the water that was soaking his body.

Gayatri was still thinking, how could that man so boldly follow. Forcing him to speak when it was obvious the man gave Gayatri a lot of fear. The man who caused her to experience trauma until now.

The girl sobbed under the water, but her voice did not come out only her chest that moved up and down and was tight. Various memories in dark conditions reappeared in his mind so frighteningly.

People were screaming at him very loudly. The voice was still heard until now even though Gayatri had already covered her ears. Gayatri rubbed her face several times to remove the black shadow that filled her mind. He wanted to scream, but again his voice did not come out.

For about ten minutes Gayatri cleansed her body until she shivered in the cold. He immediately got dressed, but chose to remain silent in his room. He laid his body on a foam mattress and covered his body with a doraemon-patterned blanket.

“Ayaa, why are you? lo sick?” the voice belonged to the mother. She was worried because her daughter did not come out of her room. Though usually the girl just changed clothes then immediately returned to the store and helped him.

“Lo jatoh what?” Mira tries to push the door of Gayatri's room, but it is locked. “Akh, shit!” grunting the woman while hitting the door leaf Gayatri. His feelings began to be unreasonable every time he saw the attitude of Gayatri like this.

“If you are sick, you take medicine. Lo luka no? Here I see first.” The mother still tried to persuade.

Feeling sorry for his mother who was worried about him, Gayatri finally got out of bed. He opened the door of his room and the anxious face of the woman was immediately visible. His face looked surprised and rushed to open the door of Gayatri's room wider.

“Lo hurts?” Mira immediately held onto Gayatri's forehead, not palpably hot. He also examined Gayatri's arms and legs, fearing the child was injured. “Hah, thank God,” that woman who breathed her was relieved. There was a clear look of relief on her face as her daughter was not hurt.

If Mira knew that it was not Gayatri's body that was injured, but her mentality. “If you are tired, you do not need to help in the store. There is a father who today is very diligent. Lo rest aja, but the door is not in the lock,” message Mira.

Gayatri did not chim in, she returned to her bed and laid her body there. His body was covered, even though the sun was still quite bright. Seeing Gayatri's behavior, Mira seemed to understand that it was not the body of her daughter who was sick, but her psychic.

“Drink the medicine, but eat first,” the mother's message while bringing closer a bottle of the usual medicine Gayatri minun. He saw Gayatri's eyes flashing slowly, as if confirming his words.

After making sure Gayatri was okay, the woman returned to her shop. There were many customers waiting for him. Meanwhile, Gayatri turns on her phone. There are several messages coming into the messenger application.

“Lo all right?” the question was sent by Shaka. Apparently the man was worried about her too.

Gayatri chose not to retaliate. He opens his mobile phone gallery and sees his photos with Rasya. Photos of them laughing together and playing basketball. Teenagers who are often weak are indeed only able to play basketball. It was taught by Gayatri.

But when it comes to lessons, Rasya's brain is very diluted. The value is always perfect. That's why Gayatri always asked Rasya for help to teach her. Accompany him to work on the peer and work on the task together. All those differences that make the relationship between Gayatri and Rasya can be said to complement each other.

Given all the togetherness with Rasya, Gayatri finally chose to move on. He took his jacket and helmet, as well as a small wallet that left only a few pieces of money. He drove his motorcycle to go somewhere, a place he had not been to for two weeks.

At a flower shop he stopped by. As usual he bought a sprig of lilies that were put in plastic. The fragrance of lilies accompanied Gayatri's journey to a cemetery. He parked his motorbike near the tomb gate. Walk through several other tombs and turn to the left.

The tomb of the man named Arrasya Haikal is in the corner. Gayatri placed the lilies in a vase next to Rasya's headstone. He crouched down beside the tomb and gently rubbed the headstone.

“Rasya,” that name he called. His round eyes stared at Rasya's tombstone with nanar. She bit her lips to hold back the crying. “Gue come again, I miss the same lo.” Gayatri was deep, her round eyes wet again by the dripping tear.

“Lo knows Rasya, in our class there is a new child. Name's Shaka. He likes to disturb me. Oh no, he bullies all the girls in our class even in other classes. Our class is like a night market. Rame continued with the laughter of the schoolgirls." The Gayatri Heart dialogue.

"It hasn't been a week at our school, but he's already the most popular student. He also used to drive my motorbike. Akh, just really nice.”

“Rasya, I don't know why he really wants to talk to me. I feel uncomfortable every day. His eyes are like yours, Sya. The way he eats is also similar. If he eats barley bread, he likes it back first, then he eats. Anyway one of his mannerisms is similar lo."

"Gue took a second thought, what is the way to eat bread like that is the habit of pinter guys? Yeah, he's a real pinter. He can answer Mr. Hartoyo's questions that I think are difficult. He's a History Lesson master, just like you. I don't know why he looks so much like you, but you don't know him. You guys haven't met either. Why yes Sya?”

Gayatri took a while. He thought seriously about the resemblance of Shaka and Rasya. He had thought that maybe these two men were brothers, but he remembered Rasya had said that he was an only child.

“Why did I think of him? He's the freakiest guy in our school. I'm just like him. Not to mention he is challenging the God of swimming match tomorrow, as a gift he asked to talk to me. Hope it's somebody?"

"Even if he wins, he has my mouth, not the God. I really want to say nothing to him. Hah, I'm so lazy. I prefer to talk to you like gini. Are you not the same as me? How did you never stop by my dream?”

Gayatri fell silent again, she stared at Rasya's name with the date of birth under it. Another month his best friend will be on his birthday. He once said that after he turned 18, he would learn cars. He wants to take Gayatri in an offroad car and take a walk in Bromo. He wants to repeat their camping that failed a few months ago. Unfortunately, all that was just a plan.

“Get a year later, I want to go to Bromo yes. I want to camp two nights. You can be present in my dreams. We have your birthday there. Hem?” again Gayatri.

He gently rubbed Rasya's head, then he kissed. “Gue love lo, Sya. I'm also sorry,” added the girl while wiping her tears back dripping. He remembered that Rasya did not like to see him cry. He said that when Gayatri cried, her nose was red like b^bi.

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In a dark hallway, Gayatri walks alone. He looked to the left and right, everything was dark, there was no light at all. His hands stretched out, fumbling around looking for a grip on his left and right sides. Apparently there are stone walls on the left and right sides of Gayatri.

Up ahead, he saw a light. Not only that, there was a silhouette of the bodies of two men that was clearly drawn. A man was being cornered into a wall while another man was clutching his opponent's neck.

“Rasia! That's lo?” exclaimed Gayatri with a resounding voice in that Hallway. Gayatri immediately ran towards the shadow. He saw the shadow thrashing, his feet up lifted far from the ground “Rasya!” again Gayatri shouted, he wanted to run as fast as he could but his legs were very difficult to get out of.

“Aaya, please I Aya,” faintly he heard Rasya's voice calling his name. "Yes, tightness Yes.." this time Rasya complained.

“Iya, I want to nolongin lo, but why my legs are so heavy. Akh shit! This is why it is so hard I want to run.” Gayatri was upset by herself. His body was already sweating against the difficulty of stepping his legs.

“Ayaaa, please I Ayaaa..” Rasya's voice began to wear a cry.

“Iyaaa, here I go jerk! Why is it so hard!” exclaiming Gayatri who started trembling held back the annoyance. His tears poured bitterly imagining Rasya who was troubled because he was giggling someone.

With heavy effort, his feet began to step on the beginning of the light in the hallway, he was a little relieved because he finally could approach Rasya who was in revolt trying to release a strangle in his neck.

Gayatri raised her hand about to hit the shoulder of the person who strangled Rasya, but suddenly a firm hand pulled her away from Rasya. Dragging Gayatri's body somewhere while smothering her mouth.

“Eemmhh!! Eemmhh!!” Gayatri tried to fight. His hands thrashed, grabbing the hair of the man behind him.

“Aya, relax Aya. Lo safe as I Aya!” he shouted the man with a big voice. Gayatri bit the hand that kept her mouth shut. “Akh!” the owner of the firm hand complained. Gayatri kicked the leg of the man behind her until she was freed. He ran back with difficulty approaching Rasya.

“Rasia! Rasya!” shouted Gayatri. But unfortunately only his heart was screaming, his voice was not heard at all.

“Ayaa, help me Aya.” Rasya's originally clear voice, slowly weakened.

“RASYA!!! Lo where?” Gayatri shouted with all her might, but again her voice did not come out.

“Aya! Relax Aya! Open your eyes! hey, OPEN!!!”

Plaque!

One slap finally woke Gayatri from her nightmare. His wet round eyes were now wide open. He stared in shock at the faces of Mira and Barkah who were in front of him. His body trembled with breathless breathing.

“Lo dream what huh?!” mira exclaimed as she pulled Gayatri's hand to wake her daughter and hugged her.

Gayatri did not reply, she was still very frightened and confused.

“Lo is safe with me, you are safe. It was just a dream, they were just a nightmare lo,” Mira said as she rubbed the princess's trembling back.

He had no idea what nightmares were present in Gayatri's sleep. What is clear is that the girl thrashed to the point of almost falling out of her bed. His feet even kicked him and Barkah. If only Barkah had not slept on the sofa, he probably would not have heard the sound of Gayatri's bed creaking.

“Everything is just Aya's dream. Just a dream.” Barkah also rubbed Gayatri's head that was wet with sweat. His son was still very frightened in the arms of his wife.

Gayatri simply fell silent with an empty look. He bit his own hand to wake himself up if what he had experienced a moment ago was just a nightmare.

Rasya's shadow was no longer there, his voice was gone. What is still felt until now is only a very strong hand so that he can not speak until now.

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