Catastrophe In Old House

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"Naell.." The one who bullied the frightened Naell was me.

While the indigo child was sitting on a wooden chair that was outside the house, and the chair had looked fragile because many sides of the wood were already hollow at eating termites.

"Sister, don't you call her Naell bang?" Ask Sintia.

"You're Sin, I'm afraid he'll be angry again,"

"The anger of Naell's vang is not as scary as the headless ghost you've ever seen, and not as scary as the carcass of Liam you met before," said Sintia who in every sentence would inevitably make me remember the thing I want to forget it.

"Ngapain in Sin! I know I don't like that kind of memory" my forehead crinkled with slightly clenched hands.

"So, you know what's most important in life besides love? " the boy asked me something unimportant.

"Either," I said, not caring, but Sintia continued her missionary words instead.

"The answer is Memories, Whatever those types of memories, they will all have a great impact on our lives. And among the greatest good and bad memories of role and impact are bad memories. Know why? Brother remember, sweet and beautiful memories with the "he' that you once loved? I'm sure those many good memories are gone and fading away as one bad memory ever happened. One bad memory, destroying and erasing all the sweet memories ever made. One bad memory can ruin hundreds of good memories. Isn't that the memory that's changing my brother's nature now?" the girl smiled as she tilted her head to the right, looking at me meaningfully.

"What has changed?" Without realizing that my voice sounded raucous, my chest felt as tight as 'he' who had just spoken Sintia. This is what makes me sick of Sintia, she likes as much as her heart to read someone's mind and bring it up even though she knows it's a memory I want to forget.

"Sister keeps his distance from men, brother does not want to receive love from them or give love. Sis, how long do you want to keep closing yourself?" this kid keeps giving me questions that make me he's a thousand languages.

"Already, no need to discuss," I sauntered forward to the big door, choosing to call upon the fierce Naell instead of discussing the painful past.

"Nae.." My hand stopped in mid-air before perfectly touching the wooden door. Our eyes met, my eyes with Naell's cold gaze.

There was a sad scar in his eyes, loneliness?

"Where's my key hanger?" Naell stuck out her right hand, opened her palm and took it up asking me to put the keychain on her owner.

"That's..."

"Well, it turns out to be more handsome than I've ever seen in my sister's memory" Sintia the girl impudently interrupted my sentence.

He looked at Naell in amazement, but Naell looked at me for an explanation.

'Who is he?' Maybe that's what Naell told her from that look.

"I'm Sintia, her new friend Sis Risa and the indigo girl. Tau indigo's? Can you believe that ghosts exist?" Sintia came back with the attitude to the point and the ceplosnya.

Not to be confused with me who already felt guilty with Naell for coming to visit without being invited while carrying this troubling girl.

"Well... You still want me to believe that ghosts exist? That Nathan's still here? You why the hell! Why do you like to interfere! Why does a hobby bother me! Take your weird friend right now and give me my keychain back!" Naell's tone rose this time.

I could hear the reply from inside the mansion.

"Don't be rude be a guy! We do exist!," the little ghost, his shrill voice beating the echo of Naell's voice.

"He! You bring another friend? Get him out now! No use my nakutin!," Who disturbs who, who is angry at who.

Why am I still the target of Naell's anger? It sucks!.

"BRAAK!"

I'm surprised so is Naell and.... The cintia?

"Hey! Are you surprised Sin? I thought you knew what the little girl wanted to do?" I was astonished to stare at Sintia's shocked face for the first time.

"And I told you, brother! I can only read human minds! Not a ghost!," Sintia followed me around like Naell.

Oh my God... What try wrong I got in kasarin two people at once?

"Have the drama finished? What did you guys do that chair to the point of crashing like that?" Naell asked me who also didn't know how the little ghost would lift the chair.

"Well... Do you still think this is human? I told you, ghosts exist, and that's one of them" Sintia seemed annoyed by Naell's behavior.

"Don't joke, this isn't funny," hearing that Sintia clucked in annoyance.

It turns out that there are still people who are harder than him, Rudi just lost.

But it was not Sintia that if she ran out of sense, she immediately smiled after a few seconds looking annoyed.

"There was a suicide apparently in this house, oh... but.. It seems like not only a suicide but also a murder, am I right?" Sintia looked at the black maniac Naell's eyes.

Naell who heard that suddenly widened her pupils, her face showing a tremendous sign of shock.

"Why...why do you know?" Ask Naell

"I told you, the ghost is still here, sister's mother is still here" Sintia said and pointed inside the house.

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Again, you say hello to the taste I gave you the name miss.

Again, you stuck a knife upstream that I named love. You cut another scratch on a wet wound.

If it's like this, will I meet the word healed? The wet wounds are bleeding again. Without pus but with pain

february 06, 2021

Elmi Tanjung💚