
TOO soon, but as expected. The next morning I found Ken leaning on the edge of my classroom door. The guy's look was glaring. He was daydreaming, until he didn't realize the moment my steps stopped in front of him. As usual, he was the center of attention. What is unusual is his attitude that is like not caring about the existence of people around. He seemed to be busy with his own thoughts.
There's a lot I need to tell him. And so, ignoring the distance that had been stretched out between us, I grabbed his hand. He was shocked, but didn't refuse to know I did it. We were the new center of attention that morning. I walk up the stairs to the roof of the building. The morning breeze that still felt cold was refreshing. I let go of my check on Ken's hand while turning to look at the guy. Ken did the same. His eyes were sharp and demanding.
I took a breath as an attempt to calm myself. “Adriana Kinanti .. Kinan,” My voice was softened when I started, “udah died, Ken.”
Ken laughed as if the stitches were a joke. He was like that for a long time. Then, in an almost desperate voice, he said, “Know where he is dead from? Hem's? Not that because you can see ghosts like me, everything that seems to be true. It could be the genie who disguises himself as that girl. Don't haphazardly draw conclusions!”
I closed my eyes for a moment, and then I returned Ken's sharp eyes with equal firmness. “At first I thought that too. If it is true, it is better. Unfortunately this is not the first time he has appeared in front of me. If you ask why I can say the exact same as Kinan when asking for notes that you keep, the answer is because at that time came to find you not me, but I who possessed Kinan!”
Ken was at a loss for words. He dazed a little, then rubbed his face riled up.
“She's Karen's twin from Jogja that's missing. Until now, Karen still nyari twinnya since dinggalin airport right on the day of PENSI at that time, not even until home. HP could not be contacted. None of his friends knew where he was. Sampe then a few days ago .. The ghost appeared in front of me.” I didn't realize I was talking half crying. “Maybe I can be calm, can be optimistic if only the ghost never appeared. You know, her face is exactly like the photo Karen loves!”
My cry became real the moment Ken didn't react. I crouched down, crying venting fatigue in the chest. “I'm confused how to say the same Karen if actually her sister has died. I couldn't break his expectations. Could it be, our eyes are wrong, Ken? Like you said, not always what people like us see is right. Tell me if we're wrong! Karen said her sister's fine somewhere. He must be right, right? We must be wrong. We're wrong!”
Ken squashed down and held me on his shoulder. Trying to calm my tears with a light pat on the back. “Destiny is never wrong, Ser. Although we can not see the ghost of the girl, not then everything will change.”
Still with a teary face, I broke away from Ken and looked at the guy.
Ken smiled faintly. “We are not wrong. But someone stole the girl's notes when I stayed in class yesterday.”
His words woke up a loud thump in my chest. I opened my eyes to the other buildings around the school. His words made me feel like our movements here were being watched.
“That means, there's someone in this school who knows Kinan and has a lot of these things. If not, he could not have stolen the note. I'm sure he knows what really happened to Kinan. And chances are he doesn't want us to know what's really going on.”
“According to you, how can Kinan kayak now?”
Ken was silent for a moment. “Hantunya seems to be suffering. I'm sure he died unnaturally.”
“You mean...,” My breath is blocked, “dia was killed?”
Ken shook his head grimly. “Pas finished PENSI, I met the girl in front of TU. He looked hurried. But he's my negur in a unnatural way like the one I told yesterday. I know she's no ordinary girl. She can't possibly know my secret if she doesn't have ‘something’, right?”
“He can astral project,” I replied while wiping away tears. “That's Karen.”
Ken exhaled a loud breath. “Keep, what's your plan now?”
“In addition to what you've told me, nothing else?”
Ken squinted his eyes. “Lo suspecting me?”
“You're the only one who said see Kinan fitting PENCIL. Kinan didn't even say anything to Karen.”
Ken laughs. “Jadi ...the main purpose you took me here to confirm this?”
I just shut up. Ken stood up.
“OK, so according to lo, how should I?”
Ken shrugged his shoulders. “Gue this lakainin for the sake of the girl. You don't have to worry.”
In a controlled voice, I replied, “Why do you care so much about him? If you sell this just because of a crush on him—”
“Do not believe the gossip you hear without confirmation first,” serve with an angry tone. “That's just the conclusion of people because suddenly I'm looking for a girl. Yesterday I told you, I was curious about Kinan because he knew my secret. And now, I want to find out what happened to him because read the contents of his notes.”
Fill notes! The two sides inside me were at war. For whatever sake, I want to know the contents of that note.
“He wrote your name on his notes!” ken asked as if he could read my mind.
I'm completely silent. This guy in front of me is not someone to be trusted. However, I'm sure he's not bragging right now.
“Notes it's daily records Kinan, Ser! And in it there is the name lo!”
How I express my feelings now, I really don't know. I looked at the roof tiles half in a daze. “Not possible!” reject me. Not without reason. But all of this makes no sense. “I never met him before he became a ghost.”
Ken cleared for a moment. “Darling, that note is not on me.
If there is, I would love to go to Lo.” Ken's voice is weakening. “Kinan—the girl is not easy to guess. Even though I've read all his notes, I don't fully understand what he means in his notes. I also lured him out, but he didn't want to show up again.”
Ken frowned, as if remembering. “Yes, I'm sloppy. I should have taken a photo of that note. I didn't know anyone would steal from me. But you can andelin my memory if we do the investigation later.”
“In his notes, there is a strange colorful calendar. Most of the poems have vague meanings. And there's a lo name embedded in one of his poems .”
“What did he write about me?” manya curious.
Ken thought for a moment. “His poem title Stars. I think he wrote it for lo.”
I flinched for a moment. About the note, I suddenly remembered. Marin-th, Kinan asked me to look for his notes. Did he know someone was after the note so he asked me to look for him?
I got up, and then I said, “Friday Karen will come to the astral project club meeting that Kinan is following. I'm going there. If possible, I would find a way to tell the truth Karen.”
“Kalo so I'm coming.”
I pucker my nose. “Make what?”
“Because I'm part of this investigation now.”
The bell in rang loudly. I looked at Ken straight. “I have not agreed to cooperate with you. Too risky. People can be suspicious. Especially Karen.”
Ken blinked in amazement. “Lho ... keep lo earlier why cry in front of me so? Doesn't that mean we're in open agreement with each other?”
“Not,” I said as I stepped into the iron door of the roof, “It was just a reflex. And so you want to tell me everything you know.”
Ken nodded in adorable style. “Okay, no problem. But because I've been through it all, I can't be over it either. I'll still interfere in my own way.” []