GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 81: EMOTIONS

I opened the front door again. In front of me stood a body in white clothes. The figure in white also smiled warmly at me.

"Brother where just now? Knock the door, when I see there isn't?" my many.

"Oh, you're late anyway. So, you just wait to go to Parto's house," replied the father to relieve me.

"Remain to Parto's house, sir?" ask again.

"That, my sandals were exchanged with the sandals of his father Parto pas tahlilan earlier," replied the father.

"Oh, I see," I said with relief.

"Who do you think? A ghost? You're the reason, the time of the ghosts that hold in your mind?" said father.

"Ah, this Father. Why if what is on my mind ghosts continue? You can't, you know?" my many.

"Yes, I can. Just do not let you forget the time to study and teach you. You've not been going to study at Kyai Nur's house for a long time?" said father again.

"You know for yourself, last week I was busy MOS in school. Lah, when it was finished his MOS even Mbah Arni died. So, Mbah Nur can not teach for a week," I replied.

"Yes, anyway. But beware, if until next week you don't go to Kyai Nur's corner, your allowance will be cut with your mother!" threatening father.

"Wow, don't dong, sir! Later I can't buy food after school break," I whine.

"Eat him, do not let your busyness with ghosts even make you a lazy child in teaching and learning at school. I don't like that!" say father firmly.

"Yes, Sir. I promise I will be more diligent in teaching and attending school" I replied firmly.

"Good then. That's just the father," said the father while patting his chest.

"Oh, yes sir. I want to ask you a few things!" my word.

"You ask what, anyway?" ask father.

"Come on, you sit down, yeah!" I said, inviting my father to sit in one of the chairs in our living room.

My father's expression suddenly became tense at that moment from seeing the look on my serious face.

"Before I want to apologize to the Father because all this time I had been suspicious of the Father," I said in a low tone.

"What bad thoughts do you have with your father?" Father asked back.

I took a deep breath before answering my question.

"Look, Sir. Yesterday I had time to suspect the Father and friends of the Father had done bad things in the past against a friend of the Junior High School named Mita," I replied.

"What mom? You don't have a Junior High friend named Mita," you look confused.

"Eh, I mean Dance. Her full name is Mita Lestari," I said.

"Hus! It is not good to name a person who has long died. Where did you know that name? Don't be weird. The dance had long since died from being a hit-and-run victim. Been already! You don't want to talk about that. You just want to rest," said the father in a high tone while trying to get up from his seat.

"Wait a minute, sir! Don't go yet! Listen to my explanation!" I answered while holding the big body of the father so as not to stand.

"What the fuck are you? I don't want to serve you to talk about Dance!" I screamed at my father while brushing both of my hands trying to hold his body.

On energy, I certainly lost. He managed to stand up from his seat. Suddenly, someone came behind the front door. Her face was beautiful and she was wearing a white shirt. She's mommy.

"Ta-ri??? What are you guys talking about?" ask mom.

"That's right, Im? You're the one who started talking about dance?" asked my mother with a curious face.

I stammered from feeling cornered by my parents. If I speak wrong, of course, it can cause a dispute between father and mother because after all, there was once a closeness between the father and the late Mita, eh Tari.

After thinking hard for a few seconds, I finally answered my mother's question honestly and straightforwardly.

"Yes, Mom. I started talking about dance. You don't like me asking him about Dance" I replied.

"O so apparently. All right, let's talk about the three! Who knows, you can also help give me a little information" said my mother

"Mother???" yelling at my mom as a signal so that mom doesn't support me to talk about Mita, uh Tari. However, mother gave a back signal to my father to give me a chance to talk about Dance. As a man, I gave in to my mother. We ended up sitting three in the living room.

I started a conversation between the three of us.

"So me and my friends met Mega ma'am" I said in a slow tone.

"Whose Mega mom?" ask my mother in a curious tone.

"Bu Mega was Tari's late roommate. And also her friend Mother," I replied slowly.

"Yes God! Mega's mom's friend? How's he doing now, Im?" I screamed like I couldn't believe it.

"Yes, Mega's mom was her friend and her friend Tari. It's fine, '" I replied.

"What's he like now, Im? I haven't seen him in a long time" my mother choked.

"Mu Mega is still the same as it used to be. His appearance is still eccentric. He sent a message to Mom and Dad" I replied politely.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Woah, is it this old he still remain eccentric? I was so afraid to meet him. He's very good at playing some musical instruments, lo!" screeched mother with spirit.

"Yes, Mom. The piano game is very good. So good, my friends and I got goosebumps and were afraid to watch the attraction." I replied.

"Yes, he's the one. If you have played a musical instrument, so menjiwi it to make people who watch it so frightened," replied my mother.

"You can play all the way to that village. If anything happens to you how?" cetus.

"No, sir. I went there with friends. God willing, be safe under control" I replied.

"Yes, you understand. However, why did you and your friends go to all of Randu Asih?" said father.

"Eh, anu sir," I cried.

"Anu-Anu what? It is clear to answer! Don't beat around!" Said father surprised me. Looks like you still don't want to talk about anything related to Dance.

"That dance didn't seem to die from a hit-and-run, sir. However, he was deliberately hit by someone," I replied firmly.

"What the fuck are you? If you talk about big things like that, you have to use the basics. Do not just based on your own analysis and estimates!" said the father with a rather high voice.

"Don't do it, sir! Give Imran a chance to explain his words first! Don't be scolded like that! Yes, if he speaks without basis. If he had a good reason to speak like that, how would he?" timpal my mother with a winning tone.

"Come on, Im explain what you said just now!" said the father in a soft tone.

I took a deep breath as I looked at the faces of my parents who were getting curious to hear my story.

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