Dying While Dreaming
The Shadow that Disturbs
Tarumanegara Public Consulting Office at 19.00 WIB.
“Mbak Claire hasn't come home yet?” jack asked from behind Claire's door.
Claire, who had been focusing on the files of Banyu Langit Hotel, did not hear Jack's greeting. Though the atmosphere of the office is so quiet, because there are no more employees since 18:00 WIB earlier. Indeed, the work desk
Claire lined up with the position of the door only a short distance away. The worktable is in the form of an inverted L. When he
spending a lot of time in front of the laptop, Claire prefers to sit sideways with her back to the door. With that position, he could stare at the view of his office garden.
in the park there is a pond measuring approximately 3 x 3 meters with a fountain in the middle. Flowers decorate the garden complete with garden lights in the style of European country. Not to mention the long chairs neatly lined up. Then there are 4 mini huts made of tepas in the corner of the park. If night falls, garden lights and colorful lights that cross the banyan trees light up. That's all that makes Claire feel at home in her office. But, he himself had never sat in that garden.
“Mbak Claire, mbak not coming home mbak?” said Jack again.
Jack hesitantly tried to get into the study slowly.
“Hopefully Claire won't get mad I came in like this. My intention was good to remind him to go home and have dinner. I finally called 'not heard,” muttered Jack in heart.
Jack wearing a black jacket stood behind Claire. He wondered what Claire was doing. He bent his body a little . Suddenly Claire petrified for a moment. From his laptop screen he saw a shadow
blacker. Suddenly he remembered what Sari had said in the cafeteria. He slowly turned his body with a frightened face. Claire's face and Jack's face looked at each other at close range. Neither of them screamed.
“Huaaaaaaa....Ghostuuuuuuuuu,” cried Claire while covering her face with both hands.
“Huaaaaa,” shouted Jack as well and directly retreated backwards.
Jack looked around the room and found nothing, including ghosts.
“Mbak Claire, where's the ghost?” jack asked with a loud breath.
Claire raised both her hands from her face. Still with a shok face.
“Jack!” claire said loudly.
“Iya mbak, this is my Jack,” kaa Jack.
“I think you...” said Claire who looked a little relieved as she sighed.
“Mbak thought.... I ghost ya?” jack asked with a confused face.
Claire nodded her head.
“Why try here?” ask Claire curious.
“So I've been calling from behind the door. Time and time again. Ma'am Claire, take Claire, don't you go home? It's tonight. I called again, mbak Claire, Ma'am Claire. But I don't hear. I just want to know it's late at night. I didn't come home and have dinner. Yes, so I enter here,” explained Jack in detail.
“Yeah Jack, huft,” Claire said with a sigh.
“Udah at 7 o'clock yes. I'll be home soon. You see there is an important case that I have to learn. 3 more days I have to go to Medan for this case,” said Claire.
“Ke Medan. All walks mbak. In the field the food is delicious. Let alone duriannya, wuih steady lah,” said Jack with enthusiasm.
“You've been to Medan?” ask Claire.
Jack was silent for a moment.
“Never again, but stay in sna mbak,” Jack said.
“Loh, but he said you are Semarang,” Claire said.
“Long story mbak. My mother is Medan and my father is Semarang. When I was 5 years old, my mother separated. And I was taken by my mother to the field. There we stayed at my grandmother's house. Two years later, my mother married again. Her new husband brought one boy, my age. When I was 15 years old and finished Junior High, I called my father to invite me to Semarang. Because I can't stand being treated badly with my stepfather. Even the mother herself seems to care more about her stepson. Often, my mother said to me, you have lived there with your father to Semarang! Yes it has finally since then I live with my father in Semarang,” explained Jack with a sad face.
“Jack, be patient,” entertain Claire while holding Jack's arm.
“Iya mbak,” Word Jack short.
“By the way, you haven't come home because wait for me?” asked Claire with a small smile.
“hehe yes mbak,” says Jack.
Claire took the wallet from her bag. He took a piece of money Rp50 thousand and gave it to Jack.
“This is for your dinner yes. You have waited for me and you have not eaten. Here take,” sayapa Claire while thrusting the money.
“Mbak Claire, don't have to ah,” says Jack.
“Udah take, I am sincere. Keep going home, don't wait for me. I'll be home soon,” Claire said to Jack who looked misbehaved.
“Ya ah if mbak Claire maksa. What can I do. Hungry too is already this hour has not eaten,” said Jack and took the money that Claire offered him.
“Yes, you go home yes,” Claire said.
“Truly Jack. I usually go home at this hour. I'm not going to be around for long anyway,” explained Claire.
“Yes, excuse me, mbak,” said Jack to Claire.
Claire saw the laptop. He wrote some notes in the book. He tried to find information about Banyu Langit Hotel from the internet. No time shows at 20:00 WIB. The hunger in his stomach was intolerable. Claire recalled the brown bread she bought this morning. He rushes to tidy up the table, closes the laptop and puts it in a special bag. Turn off the lights and get out of there.
He pressed the elevator button and when the elevator door opened, he immediately turned off the lights of the room located on the wall not far from the elevator door. That way, he did not need to linger in a dark room while waiting for the elevator door to open. Claire walked into the elevator and as the elevator door was about to close, she suddenly saw a chest-length female figure wearing a mini dress in the corner of the room staring at her. Instantly Claire was startled and her blood flow from the brain as if forcibly breaking through spread throughout the body.
“What is it?” claire asked quietly with a scared face.
Claire herself was unsure of what she was seeing. For just a moment, only 3 seconds.
“No, no. I must be hallucinating because of Sari's talk. Breathe in, breathe out. Relax, relax Claire. It was just a hallucination,” said Claire who tried to calm herself.
Claire got to the ground floor. There was no one but 2 security men standing guard at the reception desk. Claire who was calmer tried to greet the two.
“Goodnight security sir,” greet Claire.
“Eh mbak Claire good night,” said Bobi, security office building named Jakarta Asri Building. For 10 years he worked in the building.
“I go home first sir. You new huh?” ask Claire about the other security.
“Eh yes mbak. I'm only 3 months old and have been able to shift night continuously,” explained Hendra, internship security.
“Mari,” say goodbye Claire with friendly.
Claire walked to her car which she parked right in front of the office park. I don't know why suddenly the fear again bothered him when he saw the park bench. The shadow of the female figure he saw in his office had once again filled his head cavity. He imagined the figure sitting on a park bench and looked at him.
Claire ran small. His hunger had already lost to his fear. What the hell, Claire thought. Never before had he felt creepy or scared if he was in the office until night.
“Sariii, this is because you tell stories about ghosts. Where in the car park said there was a ghost of a butts leg. I'm getting creepy. No, no, no,” said Claire who looked around the parking area.
Claire opened the mobll door and instantly turned on the radio with a large volume. He gasped and left his office. Claire looks calm as her car exits the office gate.
“Oke Claire, you save now,” Claire told her.
The hunger again reminded Claire to immediately put food into her stomach.
“Oh bread. I'm really hungry,” said Claire while taking two packs of bread that was located next door since this morning.
He opened the bread with his left hand, while his right hand held the reins of the mind. Coincidentally, bread packaging uses plastic with adhesive, so Claire can easily open it even with just
one-handed. In an instant two packs of bread ran out he was gluttonous. There was still one more loaf, but Claire felt enough with one loaf. Then he drank the bottled mineral water he bought this morning.
“Hmmm, one bread I'll love to that snot kid. She also likes chocolate,” Claire said.
Claire arrived at her house. He saw his neighbor's house. He had given the bread to Erik but he had abandoned his intentions.
“Tomorrow I'll give you early in the morning before he goes to school. It looks like his house is calm. Yes, I bang on the door of people night-night Just want to give a packet of bread doang,” said Claire, then entered into his dark house.
Claire opens the door and masks inside. Turn on the porch lights and living room of the house. But before he turned on the living room lights, Claire looked astonished by the bias of the lights from her kitchen. As he remembered he never lived the lights of the house when going to the office.
“Who?” claire shouted loudly while picking up an urn located on the table.
“Who is in the kitchen?” claire shouted back.
Claire did not dare to go forward. He just stayed there. But Claire's screams did not pay off. There is no support behind the kitchen. Suddenly he came back. He just lives there alone. A year after the death of his mother, Mbak Sila no longer works because she chose to stay in his camp. Since then, Claire has not been looking for a maid.
Slowly Claire headed for the kitchen with an urn in her hand that she was ready to break into anyone's head. But
what if it's a ghost, he thought.
“No, no, my house has no ghosts,” Claire reveals slowly while continuing to step towards the kitchen.
Not yet in his kitchen, he saw a huge black shadow in front of him. He was silent with a very tight heart beat. Exactly when he saw the female figure in his office earlier.
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