Catastrophe In Old House

Meet the Bright Point?

I stretched my body that felt stiff because I slept long enough. Even the best sleep I forgot that today there is a teaching schedule. Thank goodness the boy's parents understood. Now it's 21:00 WIB, unlike other families, my family at this hour is still cool chatting in the living room.

Mama knocked on the door so I could get out and not sleep. They seemed to not want to understand my side that needs time alone, my comfortable side has no friends, ah. somehow when gathering even though it was with my family very draining my energy.

I hate being tired, but what else? I don't like to make mama sad, she doesn't want her son to be a loner.

"Well, what's that eating?" I ran from the front door of the room to the family room filled with straps of bags and zippers and unfinished bag materials in sewing. This living room is more like our five workspaces.

Mama is a bag tailor who can be said cheap bags, not too much pay. For a dozen bags it is usually in the salary of Rp 60,000 to 70,000.

If the afternoon mama selling fried foods, different from the father who works in his small motorcycle workshop. Everyone is trying, but it seems like sustenance that has not yet flooded into us.

Rani is busy burning the end of the bag rope so as not to be hairy, while Rudi is busy putting the batten into the rope, if the father is sitting with a cigarette staring at the television that is on. Once he ate the martabak that he brought home, if mama was cool to put a bus on the edge of the bag.

Seeing them can gather like that makes me quite happy.Without saying I grabbed a bag that has been completed and turned it over and arranged to be sent to his boss mama, To be immediately packed.

"You don't want martabak?" Rani lifts a plate of martabak towards me.

"Yes, I'll take it, put it in there" I said, busy turning the bag.

'Why did he see that so? Are you angry? If you are angry with your mom? Does he know mama?'. I thought as I looked at the ghost similar to me that was staring at the cynical mama with one of her eyes still functioning.

"Sister, don't look at it, he won't be afraid to see brother, either" Rudi said from the side.

I snorted annoyedly at my sister's words. Can't he just shut up? What if mom and dad knew? I don't want them to worry anymore.

The ghost walked over towards us, he was standing right behind the father who was watching TV.

"Save me," again he asked me to save him.

My forehead is wrinkled with a sign of dislike, the ghost is really a budeg huh? I told you, I'd help her if she wanted to tell me who locked her up in this world.

"Ran sent sister to the room for a while yuk," Rani nodded and followed me from behind.

Instead of going to my room, we went to Rani's room, I wanted to see Liya again. I need to get this thing resolved quickly. One problem must be solved first, so that other problems can be handled as well.

"Risa," Liya greeted me from behind the door, which shocked me instead of playing.

"Well, is that there?" I rubbed my chest to calm a slightly disturbed heart.

"What's? you agree to read my book?" liya's meaningful smile shook my fear.

"Where's your hairpick? Don't stay away from you" said Liya who made me show a hairpin that stuck to my head.

"Give me your hand" I said, grabbing her cold hand.

And just like before, Rani could see the hairpick was emitting light from the red gem, and in a cruel moment my vision was blown away and my head was in a great pain.

Is this the effect of every time I go into massalu? It's pretty painful.

Rani immediately grabbed my body that almost fell to the floor. I was unconscious again, my consciousness had already entered into Liya's mass. It will take away a lot of my tears.

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I'm standing next to a wooden house, this house looks like an old man's house, although made of wood this house is no less has an elegant appeal with a clean house yard of grass and leaves, on the side of the house there are flowers that give a green color that cools the eyes. There was a broomstick on the ground. The trail of the broomstick looks like a neatly painted wave. Very beautiful.This house is really good in the eyes.

"Why do you always take what I want anyway Li! I can stop not ruining my life! I want to get everything, I don't want to share it with anyone! What else about Bima! He was just mine!," I gasped when I heard a clash from behind the house.

I knew the voice, knew it very well, I ran to the origin of the voice and found two girls one standing arrogantly while the other was terrified behind the broom she was holding.

"The haughty S and that boy Liya, again he snapped at Liya. S, how bad is your nature in life?" I looked at Liya with concern.

"If I could be seen, if I could help him" I murmured with pity.

Slowly the crystal clear grains fell from Liya's eyes, she wept accepting S's curse.

"I never intended to grab a sister, brother misunderstood," Liya bit her lips in fear.

"Shut up you Goddamn it! I didn't tell you to answer! I'm just telling you to stay away from everything that belongs to me, including Bima!," S emphasized his voice in the last words.

"But bang Bima does not have a sister," replied Liya timidly.

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S's hand landed firmly onto Liya's smooth cheek. The slap was right he got for the umpteenth time. I can't stop thinking about S's behavior, let alone slapping my sister sometimes scolding her there is a sense of compassion in my heart. Are S and Liya really siblings? S's behavior shows that he's a heartless brother.

"If you don't want to stay away from Bima, then I won't hesitate to kill you!," S's last words succeeded in making me and Liya shudder in horror.

Liya shivered violently until the broom she was holding dropped, S simply smiled cynically and left Liya crying in fear. I feel like I really want to slap S, avenge the slap Liya got. I'd love to slap him so many times. But the problem is that I ran after S repeatedly to reach his hand just didn't work. Only the air was touched, empty and empty. Nauseate!