BLUE METAVERSE

MEMORIAL HOME

Fathia's face paled and was filled with grains of sweat the size of corn. Shortness of breath. I don't know. He felt like he was about to fall to the bottom of that terrible abyss. Even though he tried

close your eyes, hug Hani all the way and throw away the haunting bad thoughts.

“This bridge is safe. It has been tested for safety and for many years there has been no one who is wretched here.” Fathia tried to doctrine her mind to ward off the fear and bad thoughts that were suddenly present when looking down where the abyss was wide open.

Hani stroked his back. The girl was endlessly clutching him. “Don't be afraid, Fath! Look ahead, don't go down.” Hani said repeatedly in a soft voice.

Yep. Fathia did not dare to look down again. He was seen in front of many people taking pictures along the bridge with cheerful faces. Want it to be like them, capture photos in this phenomenal place. But Fathia was too weak. His muscles are stiff, powerless against the horrors that plow the mind. Moreover, the bridge kept swaying. His head is getting sick. Stomach's nauseous.

Boro Boro enjoys the stunning natural beauty, mastering themselves only Fathia can not afford. His body and soul were overwhelmed with fear as if today would be the end of his life. Falling into the abyss and then taking lives at its base. His current wish was only one, ending the journey on this sinister bridge. Fathia doesn't care anymore about the photos or anything about the bridge.

Abi was at the bottom of the abyss between the lush trees and the sound of peaceful water gurgling. He reached out his hand while smiling.

"Pig... Abbj ..." Fathia muttered softly. Hani clenched his stiff body as he walked straight ahead.

Alhamdulillah, Fathia was only able to breathe a sigh of relief after successfully reaching the end of the bridge and remove the safety belt she was wearing. Hani guided her to a wooden chair and gave her a bottle of mineral water.

“You are altitude phobia huh?”

“Come, Brother.”

He could not describe how the fear came. This was the first time Fathia had climbed a suspension bridge. On vlogs or social media that he watched the suspension bridge look so interesting. The reality is different when he set foot himself on the ulin wood. Everything looks terrible. He was not ready for an extreme trip. Since yesterday only he has been scared and bothered the team.

“Kak Faiz, I want to go home. I think I will continue to trouble you if you keep coming.” Fathia decided to just go home.

“Are you all right, Fath?”

“It looks like he has a phobia, Iz.” explains Hani while wiping the remaining cold sweat on Fathia's face with tissue.

“Antar me to abi's house in Sukabumi only, Sis. Eyang said he was going to Sukabumi's house today to accompany prospective buyers who want to see our house."

“Indeed your ab house will be sold?”

“Iya. Unfortunately if left empty later even damaged. Umi wants to buy land and make a house near the pesantren so it is close to grandparents.”

“You?”

“Tetap accompany eyeang in Jakarta.”

The house has long been empty. Since Ardi died, no one has occupied the house. Seeing Fathia's pale and frightened state, Faiz could not prevent it. Perhaps it is better that Fathia not take part in the trip because if forced she can not enjoy this holiday, so can others.

Faiz calls Doni to help him bring a car to drive Fathia to his house that has not been lived in for a long time. “Don, we take Fathia to her house now yes.”

“Ke Jakarta?”

“Ngak. He's got a house around here. Not far, about half an hour from here to Cibadak.”

Doni glanced at Fathia who was still not fully recovered from her fear. His face is still pale. “You sick, Fath?”

Fathia shakes.

Faiz left the camera on Blue and Kikan who continued the tracking trip to the Sawer waterfall with Amar's entourage. It provides instructions and special messages for taking pictures or videos at any interesting moment.

Faiz, Doni and Hani drive Fathia home. Hani escorts Fathia on a motorcycle taxi suggested by the suspension bridge officer to the car park. He said the taxi fare was a bit expensive because it had to pass through a detour to avoid the suspension bridge. Faiz and Doni walked on foot following directions to get out via a smaller suspension bridge.

The person who was stalking him was seen again. Faiz stopped his steps observing the man's behavior with the tip of his eye.

"Why stop, kang?" her broom while folding her two hands in front of her chest.

There's no answer.

"Yes. Below there are still campsites and waterfalls. Why are you following us?" Now it was Doni who asked in a louder and stern voice.

"I'm sorry, I was sent by Mr. Satya to control you."

Daddy's? Why send someone to control him? Like a little boy.

Faiz doesn't care what reason his father sent people to escort him. Do bad people love him everywhere? Masabodos. He walked again to the door to the outside over a smaller suspension bridge. But he remained vigilant even though the man had mentioned his father's name. He did not want to linger because Hani and Fathia may have arrived in the parking lot first. It's a pity to wait too long to talk about something less important. It seems that man was sent by father. Both were seen following the car on their motorcycles.

Fathia's family home has been poorly maintained since her father died. The house was left uninhabited, left only to neighbors who had helped their families clean the house. Other than clothes, all of his belongings were still complete. Including Ardi's favorite items such as motor trill

and a collection of watches. Faiz was once invited by Aunt Nisa to see the house after the death of Ardi.

“You have never been invited to the same suspension bridge, Fath? Though included near lo from here.”

“Not yet. If our holidays are often jenguk eyang to Jakarta.”

"When have you been afraid of heights?"

"I don't know." Fathia did not want to discuss the fear she had experienced on the suspension bridge.

"Are you sure you don't want to go on the road anymore?"

"No. I don't want to trouble you guys. Should've enjoyed the holidays, should've taken care of me."

"We don't feel bothered." Hani embraced Fathia gently. I don't want that girl to feel sad.

"The next destination is the beach, Fath. We are not going to go up to extremes anymore. We'll see the turtle breeding at the end of the tile and enjoy the beach."

Fathia kept shaking. "Other time. I want to go back to Jakarta. He said, if we are not 100% sure on a choice it is better to choose a smaller risk."

About 30 minutes later they arrived at a 2-story house with a high iron fence and a spacious courtyard. It is located on the side of the main road Sukabumi, only a few hundred meters from the location of the factory where om Ardi worked during his life.

Eyang, aunt Nisa and Rosyid are already there. Likewise, people who plan to buy the house and local PPAT notaries who accompany.

Faiz kissed an eyed hand that was greeted with a warm embrace afterwards. Aunt Nisa as well. Rosyid continued to regret it half-heartedly. Without smiling. Faiz doesn't care.

It looks like the sale of the house has gone through. The notary is busy clearing the deed of sale and purchase and other important letters. The buyer who is a husband and wife with 2 young children seemed to talk a lot about what should be improved to better suit their tastes. While Eyang and Aunt Nisa are busy inventorying most of the furniture and electronics that will be given to buyers. They will only bring important items left from the relic om Ardi. There may not be much left. Some of the items have been moved to Jampang and Jakarta every time they visit the house.

Fathia takes Hani to her room on the 2nd floor. While Faiz chose to join Aunt Nisa to visit the workspace om Ardi. There might be an interesting book to read there. Or maybe there's some kind of clue that could lead them to find out who shot Ardi's car on that wretched day. Faiz believes that this has nothing to do with the father like his aunt and cousin.

"Where are Ardi's books going, Tan?"

"Some of it has been brought by Rosyid as his personal collection. The rest will be packed and taken to the boarding school library."

"A lot of books about Ardi."

"Om you like to read."

"May Faiz and Doni help pack things here?"

"Of course I can. You can also grab your om relics if you like."

Faiz smiles.

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