Beautiful In Dark

07. Step Out

The sun needs to rise to make itself a sunset whose beauty is admired all lives

So are you

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Lita quickens her pace towards class, she almost misfortunes. His breathing began to gasp and he could breathe a sigh of relief when he arrived at his class that the teacher had not yet entered.

His presence made some eyes pay attention, perhaps wondering why Lita could come during the day. Usually the girl is the first to arrive.

Lita sat in the row furthest from the door on the third of the five. He sat alone because the number of students was odd. No one wanted to sit next to her and it made Lita grateful. He opened his red jacket every lesson.

Before long, Mr. Subroto came in. He complains first and then suddenly tells Lita to write on the board because she is a secretary.

Lita said, she walked forward and received the book from Mr. Subroto's hand. However, when Mr. Subroto saw his hand, the English teacher immediately restrained him.

Lita jerks, reflexes, her eyes closed.

Morning time. When Mr. Subroto was having breakfast, in front of him was his wife. Mr. Subroto's face looked very angry, then without hesitation threw a spoon on his wife's forehead until his forehead bled. Mr. Subroto screams emotion.

Lita's eyes widened, she immediately sweated and realized when Mr. Subroto's voice reprimanded her.

"Come, write it! I thought your nails were on my nails, they're actually colored like that." Mr. Subroto explained emphatically. Himself as a student does not want to see his students dress excessively.

Lita should have felt ordinary, but when her hand started writing on the blackboard, she trembled in fear. Still shocked when he saw Mr. Subroto could be that angry.

"Today, we will learn a new tense," said Mr. Subroto, starting the study.

"Em, sir," Lita's interruptions are timid.

"Yes, why?"

"Can I go to the toilet?" ask Lita with a pias face.

Mr. Subroto finally heavily nodded. Lita immediately went out of the classroom while Mr. Subroto appointed Talia to take her place.

Not that Lita was exaggerating, but really, she wasn't strong, she needed time. Although he did not see directly, he could clearly feel what kind of anger Mr. Subroto who showed his true side.

Lita should calm down. He lied, not the toilet, but the library. A quiet area that is soothing and can make his mind calm.

Quite often Lita came here to make him immediately find a comfortable place to close his eyes. He sat at the corner table of the shelf farthest from the door. The most quiet zone and away from the crowd.

He stared at his palm with sadness. Why must he himself? When it's this kind of fear, there should be a mother.

Ah, Lita misses Mom. When will he catch up with her? Lita hopes soon. He was tired. Therefore, Lita closed her eyes, hoping for things to improve as she re-opened her eyes.

Usually it takes Lita ten minutes, but something bothers her. Someone was heard approaching, then the agony of the chair indicating someone was sitting opposite him. Then Hela took a breath, then her index finger that suddenly drew closer to her nostrils.

Lita's eyes reflexively opened, instantly brushed off that hand and a black shadow instantly attacked her. Lita grimaced, holding her head that was instantly dizzy.

Lita could guess who was bothering her this.

"Oh, it's still alive apparently." Darka chuckled, looking at Lita questioningly. "Lo's sick, huh?"

"Dead me alone."

Hearing the girl's tightness, Darka was sure Lita wasn't sick. "Oh, you truant? Well, our hobbies are the same."

Lita's eyebrows bend sharply, not liking Darka's sudden words. "Gue has no hobbies."

"Ah, time? No confidence," Darka replied with a mocking smile. "Snooo what lesson?"

"Gue didn't skip. I was just avoiding Mr. Subroto" Lita replied upsetly. He folded his hands on the table and looked at Darka sharply. "Don't bother me."

"Oh, don't you like English too? Same, dong. Crazy thing, we actually have how much in common?" Darka smiled widely, ignoring Lita's last words.

Lita's silence did not make Darka give up to get the response of the girl who had recently seized his attention. "Don't you wear a red jacket? Why?"

Lita got up, about to leave Darka because the men were too noisy. However, giving up is not in Darka's dictionary. The man got up, blocked Lita's steps by standing in front of her while stretching out his hands.

Automatic, Lita's steps stopped. He hugged his own body while taking three steps back and looked at Darka in annoyance. "What are you problems?"

"Oh, selow, Jelita." Darka chuckled softly. "I'm sorry I bothered you, but I want to know something."

Darka's feet moved closer. Reflexes make Lita retreat. When Darka wanted his hand red, Lita quickly dodged and hurriedly picked up the book for him to make a shield.

"Lo what?" tanya Lita felt horror herself. "A further step forward, I will not hesitate to throw this book."

"It is precisely why. You avoid me. You don't want to touch a piece of stuff." Darka looks at Lita seriously, making Lita worry if Darka finds out her biggest secret.

"Gue has been heard from Anwar, Sandi and Putra. I asked people. You never get along, you are always alone, you do not want to hold or touch each other. He said, you're carrying a curse."

Lita was relieved because Darka believed the crazy rumors. At least, he doesn't have to worry about Darka knowing the truth and making his life more complicated.

Darka narrowed his eyes. "But I don't believe."

"Why?" Lita could not understand why her voice was so. His feet did not want to be joined. She should have just left, but her brain wanted Lita here, eroding her curiosity for Darka's answer.

"Gue doesn't believe that. Ghosts, magic, witchcraft, witchcraft, whatever it is." Lita frowned at hearing his answer. "So, I'm thinking gini."

Darka stepped closer, but Lita did not hold him back, as if inviting. Maybe this is a curious effect, Lita so forget the others.

"Lo allergic physical contact is just like human, huh?" Darka suddenly took Lita's hand to grab the book in his hand for after which he released the cold hand. "In case of touch, you can faint. Especially the same me. Right?"

That power worked for a moment. Lita felt a little dizzy, but she was more surprised because of the quick treatment.

Darka clapped his hands, concluding just like that while Lita was still stunned. "Gue bener's. But you take it easy, I'm good at keeping cards."

"Lo's crazy," Lita flattened, then left Darka in a quick step.

Actually Lita held back a laugh, behind her flat face.



Lita opened the door to her house. He frowned when he saw the more messy state of the house. Sofa tattoos, tablecloths, dolls, family photos and some of Mom's displays were lying on the floor.

There's no other suspect, this must be what his father did.

"Dad!" lita exclaimed as she walked to her room, she kept the bag and was very angry when she found the drawer of her study table was empty.

Her place holds pendants, rings and jewelry Mom put on her. Lita growled, powerless to hold the warm liquid down as she began exploring the house in search of her father.

His breathing was increasingly hunting when he found his father was on the back porch of the house with money scattered around his body that was asleep because of drunkenness. Lita can smell the alcohol.

Lita's legs are limp, powerless to stand. He sat very badly.

"Dad..."

Cry broke. The sound of sobbing was clearly heard when he realized his state. Although her eyes made her out of tears, Lita could see her father getting up and sitting facing her.

"Oh, Dad's son has come home" said his father warmly. His tone was happy, obviously because he had a lot of money.

"Well, this isn't real, Dad," replied Lita weakly. His strength seemed exhausted when imagining himself no longer having a trace of Mother.

"Why? I'll finish your school administration until graduation. Lucky we still have treasure. I can't imagine—"

"But you don't have to sell me to Mom!"

Lita screamed, with her crying voice. She was crying so hard. His eyes are getting blurry. "Father can work. I can sell another one. I can owe you. Don't sell Mom's tracks, Dad."

Plaque!

It feels hot, sore and tight. Instantly, Lita became a baby again. She was crying, now crying loudly. No matter how messed up his face is now.

While his father growled. Staring at his son with reddened, angry eyes.

"You don't think I'm tired of your business? You think Dad doesn't stress out our debt? You don't think you're sad about selling this?" Her father asked in frustration, as hurt as Lita. "Dad thought a year to decide to sell our jewelry. Dad has no other way. We both fight. This is for you too."

Lita doesn't think, she's stupid. She looked down deeply, biting her lips hard to let her cry subside.

"If you don't love your mom and you, you've been running away from this house for a long time. Looking for a new life that can obviously make Dad happy," continued his father in a soft voice, obviously he was desperate. "You have to support me, son."

Lita's cry began to swallow, she rubbed her eyes rough and looked at Father with the rest of her power.

"For your school, your food, your life. This money, from your mother's legacy. Will use. Don't be mad."

Then his father got up, took his money and left Lita. All Lita wants to do now is cry, cry and cry, but really, all Lita has to do now is run.

He must think rationally.

He should have been working, looking for money. For his life, he could not continue to depend on his parents. What happens if they are gone? Are you going to give up and catch up with them?

Lita is not a fool who would think that way. What's the point of living if you don't try until the end, until he picks you up?

Better not be born.

Forcing yourself, shrinking feet, *** heart, hitting head. That's what Lita does when running into the streets, hoping to meet something she needs.

What to do, where to, how. Lita was confused and frustrated.

Starting in the afternoon, the sky looks orange because the solar highlight in the west is starting to sink. Is beautiful. It was different from her chaotic feelings.

Lita took a deep breath, then exhaled once. He continued to do it over and over again, until something hit his face from the wind, blocking his view.

He took. Apparently a brochure. Curious, Lita read it. The haunted house located not far from the school will open next Sunday and underneath there is a writing that makes Lita's smile engraved.

It takes a pretty kuntilanak

Serious interests contact the number below

When Junior High, with his mother, Lita had visited a haunted house. So that he is more courageous and the haunted house is very exciting for him. He thought, there is no need to be afraid because the ghost is human, just like it.

And being a ghost might be a new thing.

Lita wants to get out of her comfort zone. He thought that being a ghost would not make physical contact.

Therefore, this was a suitable job for him. Hope everything is good.



"Your name is Jelita Geannesa, still in school, has no work experience and wants to have an income for yourself. Your head is so big, Jelita."

Lita gulped her saliva rough. The appearance is still the same as before, the difference is that he has washed his face and combed the hair of his ponytail so that it is good to see. He was in the interview room to be part of Night Time, the name of the haunted house.

He lacked preparation, so he was afraid of not being accepted. Lita immediately contacted and came without a second thought.

"You seriously want to work with Night Time?" ask a 30-year-old woman named Mia who is the head of this haunted house. "We're not here to mess around. We've got a business license and it's legal in the eyes of the state."

Lita nodded quickly, many times. "I'm serious, brother. I don't have a regular job and my mom's gone. At least I should have some income and I really like haunted houses."

Mia looked at Lita's face. Her eyes squinted, as Lita looked back at her with full seriousness.

"okay." Mia thrust out a paper containing their employment contract with a big smile. "Congratulations, you're the ghost of Night Time!"

"YEAY THERE'S DEGEM!"

Lita was completely shocked when suddenly ten people came out from the curtain behind Mia. They were beaming, waving at Lita.

"Yes, pretty business, yes." Mita said sniffle at the guy who was yelling just now. "Jelita, this is your team. Their age is not much different from yours. Some are still in school, too. Befriend."

Lita nodded stiffly while smiling. "Favor, Brother."

"Sign directly" said a girl who was one of Lita's team.

"Read it well," said Mia.

Lita read it fast because it was too happy. Soon, Lita signs it and officially has a job.

How happy Lita is.



When Lita came home, her father had fallen asleep on the sofa. His tired face was clearly visible. Lita let out a small sigh, cursing her who had been sniffling at Dad because she was often drunk.

All this time, my father tried too. Lita should appreciate.

Lita picked up her blanket in the room, then enveloped her Father slowly. Close the tired body so that it can rest better. His chest tightened, seeing some wounds on his father's leg, for some reason.

"Dad is fine, from today Lita will fight with Dad. We're both happy about Mom."