GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 72: A REALITY

I know, my four friends including Mita's mother were confused by what I said. Their eyes were fixed on the photo of the bride I was pointing at.

"Why the picture, Im?" cetus Lidya was impatient.

"The female face in this photo is not the same as the Mita Lestari I met at school" I replied flatly.

"But the face in the photo is indeed Mita the next-class boy, right? I've seen him once in the next class" Fajar replied.

"But the Mita Lestari I know isn't this kid, Jar. The faces of the two are very different," I said again.

"Is there another child named Mita who attended Junior High School 01 Karangjati, Mom around here?" ask Lidya.

Mita's mother shook her head.

"Know I don't exist, son. The one named Mita Lestari around here is just my son. Maybe your friend is just fooled by her bridal makeup," said Mita's mother.

"No, Ma. The Mita I know has dimples on her cheeks, and Mom's son doesn't, does he?" my exposition.

"Well, maybe at your school there's another Mita Lestari?" ask the mother.

"Nothing, Mom. I have checked many times the names of new students and students at school.There is only one new student named Mita Lestari," I replied.

"Lantas, if there is only one student named Mita Lestari, and that is the name of this mother's child. Then Mita Lestari your friend who exactly is? Don't- Don't ..," said Gatot.

"Come, Tot. I got dizzy thinking about it. Let's just go home, yuk?" my spoken.

"Patience, Im. Maybe when reading the announcement, there is one name that you accidentally pass. Mita could be your soul mate. While Mita's son this mother is the soul mate of others," said Gatot again.

"We'll say goodbye, Jar!" I said I don't care about the bongsor's jokes.

"Alright, Mom. We would like to thank you very much for your welcome and information. We also apologize if our arrival has disrupted Mother's rest" said Fajar.

"I also thank you very much for your arrival, even though it turned out to be the wrong person," the mother replied.

"Oh no, Mom. Mita's mother's son is also our friend, really. May his family be a sadinah mawaddah warohmah family," said Lidya.

"Aamiin ya robbbal alamiin" replied the mother.

"Please say goodbye, ma'am?" said Fajar while shaking the middle-aged woman's hand. The four of us also shook the mother's hand.

"Asalamualaikum ...," we said after arriving outside the house.

"Waalaikumsalam ...," the woman replied with her own eyes.

The five of us left her alone in her home. As we passed the small house, we saw that the door was still open and swaying in the wind. This time we did not dare to look inside, afraid of being surprised like before.

"Im, you're sure that mother's son wasn't the Mita you knew?" asked Fajar seriously while walking on that rocky path.

"Related, Jar. The faces of the two of them were very different," I replied.

"Kok, it feels really weird, huh?" screech the Dawn while scratching its head.

"Well, there it is. I was confused thinking about it too. Mita herself told me that she lived in this village of Randu Asih. But according to that mother, there was no other Mita around here" I replied.

"I agree, Jar. It doesn't calm my mind if it hasn't been as clearly informed as it is about Mita's current position" I replied.

"Friends, anyway today we have to get the clear info about Mita!" pekik Dawn's.

"Ready, Commander!" answer them all.

After walking for some time we finally arrived next to the house of Mega bu. The eyes of the five of us were directly fixed on the tombstone in front of the woman's house. Unfortunately, the writing of 'TARI' earlier, covered by dry leaves rather wide. We also turned to the side, Mega ma'am was still standing where we left her earlier. His eyes are still too. I don't know if he hasn't moved any position before, or he just left and just came back and stood there again before we came.

"Is Mita Lestari what you mean who lives behind the house?" yelled Mega suddenly. We were surprised to hear that sudden voice.

"Eh, Mita who lives behind is not the Mita Lestari I know, Mom" I replied spontaneously.

"I had guessed before, definitely not the child," said Mega ma'am while staring intently at me.

"What did Bu Mega mean to say that? Does Bu Mega have any information regarding Mita Lestari, my friend? my many.

"Yes. The Mita you've met has very sweet dimples on her cheeks, right?" bu Mega said.

"Yes right. Where did Mega know? Does Bu Mega know the boy?" answers surprised. My eyes sparkled because I felt that Mega knew where my friend was.

"I know him very well, son. I know him better than you. He always told me new things he met at school. After the re-listing at SMP 01 Karangjati, he told me that his bike chain had come off. And there was one good and handsome boy who helped fix his broken bicycle chain" Mega continued.

"Yes Mom, that boy was me. I helped Mita fix her bike chain back then. Where is Mita now, Mom? I wanted to see him," I cried impatiently. My eyes grew even more radiant as I felt that it was getting closer to my time to meet Mita Lestari.

"What's? Did you help him put up his bike chain? Funny too, huh?" said Mega ma'am while smiling and frowning her forehead as if not believing my story.

"Yes, Mom. I helped him put up Mita's detached bike chain" I said in a serious tone.

"Son, you need to know. The boy did not mention your name when he told me," said Ms. Mega with a smiling but serious expression.

"Is that so, Mom?" I just don't believe it.

"He told me that the boy who had helped him was named Hasan" Mega said.

"What do you mean, Mom?" I was confused because my father's name was called by Mega ma'am.

"Look, Son. The boy who helped him put his broken bicycle chain together was Hasan, your father. While Mita Lestari you meet is actually the spirit of Dance. Mita Lestari is the full name of my little friend, Tari. He deliberately found you to repeat the memory during his life as well as a signal he wanted to ask for your help to solve the mystery of his death," continued Bu Mega along with the sound of a crow suddenly passing above us.

"No! M-mita t-apparently a-is T-dance!" I screamed before I sat on the ground because my whole body suddenly lost the energy to hear the reality.

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