HE DID? EERINESS ....

CHAPTER 6

I don't feel like time goes by so fast. The night has come. The goddess of the night shone her bright light on the starless nabastala.

Tonight I'm working on a PR from the lecturer. It makes my brain a little mummy. You just imagine, we have to create a concept, pattern and channel of business communication using verbal or nonverbal. To just talk, you have to use all the techniques. Thought we were dealing with a deadly game that if it gets wrongly said, it can get executed.

Several times I yawned widely, the drowsiness continued to attack me. Mata invites me to sleep, but the brain invites me to stay up late to complete the difficult task of asking for forgiveness. Yeah, even though I was a pinter student when I was in high school - I don't mean cocky. But, really at that time I was a kind of genius disciple. But unfortunately since the incident that had made me desperate, my thinking ability decreased a little. Not even a learning interest exists. That's why my grades are a little slumped. Fortunately, I can still fix it.

Okay, let's get back to the topic. Arghhh .. Damn, I just wanted to slam the laptop in front of me.

Suddenly someone knocked on my door from outside. I rushed to open it with my right hand still holding the ballpoint pen.

Silent. There's no one. I swerve left and right. There really isn't anyone. Who the hell gini nights are so nosy. Hmmm .. I know. This must be Kia's job. I went to Kia's room. Many times I knocked, but there was no answer until at the fifth knock Kia finally opened the door. He yawned widely while rubbing his eyes, his hair was a mess.

"Via, why bother people to sleep?" ask while yawning.

"Have you slept?" askaku.

"Yes. But now so wake up because you're knocking on the door night-night gini." Kia scratched her head. "What's wrong, anyway?"

"No, I'm just ..." I rack my brain to find excuses. How could I tell you honestly that someone knocked on my door and I thought Kia did it. It would only scare Kia. "Gue just want nanya you already know the task of Mr. Mustache?" Okay, the call of the lecturers who teach at my campus is a little strange. There is a name Fat Sir, Mr. Mustache, Mr. Bald-whether their real name or not. Certainly from what I heard the nickname in accordance with their respective characteristics.

Kia grunts bete. "Hmmm. If that task is I have been working from the other day as well. Why emang? You want nyonte?"

I move my hands. "No need. I just want to take care of it. You're afraid to forget."

"Gue is still young. It's not possible that soon to be senile. You're disturbing I know no, I'm having a beautiful dream with the Kekar Mas." Instantly his expression turned carefree.

"Breast Gas?" I repeated his last word in confusion.

"Yes, that's Mas Radit" he explained.

"Once you like the same om-om so nyampe dream?" my tease.

"Yeah, it's up to me dong. The age of so many can not be categorized as om-om. People are in their 30s when they're older."

"Where do you know? Don't be sooty."

"That's why you're bothering me." Kia pushed slowly on my body. Of course it's just a joke.

"It's always om-om nih, ye," I sneered again before finally going to the room again and momentarily forgetting the horror.

I decided to approach him.

I'm throats. "Hi" broom.

He glanced at me, his face flat and pale with blank eyes. Then he turned his face back forward.

I cringe. "You're room number 1 boarding house, huh?" my many.

The woman nodded her head slowly.

"Whose name?"

Instead of answering my question. The woman woke up from her seat, then ran out the boarding gate that had not been open since when. Usually at this hour Aunt Sumi has locked the gate that crosses the boarding house and his house.

The woman ran to the right, a road I had not been on for a few days living here. Unknowingly my feet just walked after the woman without caring about the darkness of the night because the moon was covered with clouds.

I silently stared when I arrived at a gate where there was a large plank on it that read ... PUBLIC FUNERAL.

Deg ...

So behind my boarding house was a public burial place?

Not far from where I stood, from a distance I saw the woman running while jumping one tomb to another.

"Hey, wait," I shouted. I don't know what has penetrated my brain, without thinking I entered the cemetery and chased back the woman.

Arriving at the last place I saw her, the figure of the woman was not there. Where's she? Why did it disappear so quickly. I'm frowning. Gosh, everything in sight there are only a few graves - even it looks like hundreds. I'm not in my right mind, why would I chase that woman to a public funeral?

Suddenly the sound of an owl sounded loud. It was like perching on a tree close to where I was standing. This is the first time I've heard an owl's voice in person. Because my residence is far from the cemetery and there are rarely large trees towering.

Just thought, if there is an owl ringing continuously, there is a figure who is in the middle with the bird. Either myth or true, but there is no fear of the bird. My eyes immediately led to a tall tree.

It looks like a foot is swinging up there. I rubbed my eyes, making it clear whether it was a pair of swinging legs. It was also then that all of a sudden they were invisible, springing up from all directions.

OMG, now what do I have? Of course run, you stupid Livia! I retreated slowly to take a swing. Then immediately turned around and took a thousand steps, but unfortunately my foot stumbled on one of the tombstones that had been there since when. Fucking headstone. I fell down, hit the stairs. That's what the saying goes. My head hit the ground hard, too. For a moment I felt a huge headache. Until it all gets dark.