He's among them.

'He's'

Papou sipped his pitch black coffee, the bitterness of the coffee was opium for the teenager.

“So morning I met your sister, before I knew she was dead.” Daga sighed, putting down her fried rice spoon. “He asked me to kill lo.”

“Udah kudak anyway, Kak Nana really hate the same me, especially after I entered SD Kak Nana feel rivaled.”

Daga is upset with Papou's pretentious nature, always drawing conclusions from what she sees not wanting to see problems from other perceptions. “Lo wrong big Pou.”

“He asked me to kill lo, because he did not care if they were the ones who killed lo, he said again if I can not kill lo I have to protect lo.”

Frankly Papou does not care who he wants to die in the hands of whom, after all, sustenance and death are already there who crave. “My question is whether to die or I protect.” Daga couldn't make this decision on her own, if the person she had to protect wanted to die, why would Daga bother to protect her.

“I chose to die Kak, as long as I don't get sick.” Daga rubbed Papou's head. “Sick Brother.”

“Ehhh ... bego do not be maintained, whose name is dead must be sick.”

As a young doctor candidate, of course, Daga knows about how sick death is. “Lu in school doing aja.”

Papou ignored Daga's question, suddenly his ears buzzed, Papou closed his ears tightly and banged his head against the table made of teak. “Sick ...” scream Papou not restrained.

Daga panicked, she did not know what was happening, suddenly Papou's face flushed and he closed his ears tightly and banged his head against the dining table.

“Defend me please.”

Like someone whispering in his ear on the sidelines of a hum that makes his head more dizzy. “Sick ..” Papou back screaming.

Why do the words persist in his brain, Daga realized this is not a disease that can be found by the sophisticated equipment of the medical world, because Daga saw a black shadow swirling in Papou's head. Like smoke.

“Quiet Pou,” Daga trying to take off Papou's hand that smother his ear tightly, “don't hurt yourself, I said stop Pou.” Daga was furious with Papou who continuously banged his head on the table, until making Papou's forehead bruised.

“Pou stop!” Daga snapped, while holding Papou's head which he kept banging, “lo could get hurt,” Daga's tone sounded weakened. He pulls the girl in his arms, but Papou keeps rebelling, “stop I beg.”

Papou's green irises radiate a flash of hatred, where the brown neutrals that Daga always admired, where the beautiful eyes of the ball. Papou is possessed, Papou is not Papaou for now, Daga lets go of his embrace.

Papou stepped back, bracing himself against the wall. “I want you to protect him, don't follow his will.”

Daga stood still, his intelligent brain still could not digest what was happening. Nana ….

The feeling this morning, the eyeball was not green but brown the same as Papou's.

Hanna .. is she Hanna. “Protect him ..” Papou who was possessed was sitting lethargic, hugging his own knee and starting to cry. Daga did not dare to approach, he did not want to take any more risks.

“Protect …

Survive ..”

Papou continued to fumble incoherently in between his sobs, “I failed.” Papou who was being overrun by another creature shouted in frustration while pulling his hair hard, a few strands of hair loss made.

“Whatever you are, please stop to physically hurt Papou.” Daga did not stop to see Papou's forehead was red bruised and plus the hair he kept plucking.

“Lo who?” Daga asked doubtfully, this was her first experience of being involved in a quarrel with a ghost.

“I ...” The ghost pointed at himself, slightly raised his head then laughed out loud.

‘Basic ghost crazy.’ Daga.

“I ...” he pulled back Papou's hair, again the strands of jet-black uncoated hair were plucked out of place.

“Sorry Pou,” Daga directly slap strong Papou. “Pou Conscious, subconsciously.” Daga slapped Papou repeatedly, her handprints clearly on Papou's cheek. Daga doesn't know what he's doing right or wrong, which is clear he wants the ghost out of Papou's body immediately, he wants Papou's brown netra back instead of the green ball he wants to see.

Papou lay, again Daga confused what to do this is not his home. Why did no one come to hear the commotion caused by Daga and Papou no one was aware.

How great mother, a cat fell on a plate in the kitchen can be heard up to the room. Or this house is soundproof.

~SF.L~

Papou lay weak in his room, his head felt dizzy coupled with his cheeks that felt sore. When he woke up there was no one. This room ...the room he had memorized so much, was still the same as the last time he left nothing changed.

Obviously no one entered this room, look at the dusty paintings in the corner. “Pou uda wake up?” Hendra smiled at his youngest son, who was now a stump.

Papou tries to get up from his bed, “sleep aja dear.” Papou said he could not get out of bed either.

“Why is Papa here?”

Papou is still Papou with his sarcastic mouth. “You saw Papa's son.”

“Pillages want to see me, papa's son will stay I doang.” Hendra smiled wryly, as despised as he was, until his own son hated him.

“Papa kangen in your coffee-copy, papa kangen playin guitar when you paint, you do every painting always ask ditemin papa who plays guitar. You are - there is a Pou, people play guitar while singing is you ask to play guitar when painting.”

Hendra recalls the childhood of his youngest daughter who has a lot in common with him, “sore this you want to go to the city no, you paint Papa who plays guitar while we copy.” Somehow Hendra was so hopeful that Papou did not refuse his request.

“Why did Papa miss my childhood?”

“Because Papa misses you, Son,” Hendra stroked the princess's head slowly, lovingly, but dearly Papou's heart was petrified, already unable to feel love.

“Kak Nana don't want yah invited to coffee?”

Hearing Papou's more visible question towards the statement made Hendra's chest like hit by a hard object. Supposing time could be repeated, Hendra would never let his little daughter stand in the dark alone again. They are too different, they love Nana too much.

“Kak Nanakan sickly, can quickly die if you drink coffee. Ehhh already dead well he?” It feels like Hendra wants to slap Papou's mouth, but should he hold it he does not want to make the relationship more tenuous.

“Papa out, Pou wants to go to bed,” Hendra just according to him, Papou drowned his head in a blanket.

When the door sounds closed, Papou takes his head out of the blanket. “While I want Papa to stay here?”

Papou must admit, the soul of the artist has flowed from the Papa, but .. to hone his talents and abilities, not the papa who taught him. His name is Soleh, he's a street artist, painting in city parks. Since living with his grandmother, Papou has not met the Soleh he used to call father.

Because his son who was a busker called Soleh with the call of Father, Papou only followed, Soleh's wife selling drinks in the city park. The garden of the city was a field of sustenance for them.

“Sore this I want to meet them,” Papou again pulled his blanket covered his head completely.

~SF.L~

Papou did not feel at home for long here, coupled with Daga who did not want to go back to Bandung he looked.

Radio noise accompanied their journey. Little heart Papou felt heavy to leave Jakarta, especially he had not had time to meet Soleh the painting teacher he was a good man. Every back from Jakarta his heart ached, it hurt so bad his tears would easily fall considering the capital. Just look at his mood will be ruined this week, just because of his visit to Jakarta.

Whatever I listen to

Never feel alone

Look at me who never left

For me you're still the best

Either your weight goes down or it goes up

Sometimes losing is okay not to be okay

We are human

It's only natural that it's not perfect

When you feel troubled

Look at your heart believe me

Everything that is strange can be lightened with a hug

You said the world was not friendly

That doesn't mean you have to change

So someone you don't want

Who looks at you stranger than the mirror.

Papou was stunned to hear the song fiersa Besari, whether he had anyone who could listen to his tired, Papou felt no.

“Pou ...” Daga called Papou slowly to pay attention to the streets of the capital now they are still in Jakarta, Papou did not say he was still staring at the streets.

His mind was thrown the first time he left this city, all the way he just cried until he fell asleep. Papou recalled, the first time he left Jakarta when he finished SD. Papou hates the little Papou who is easily influenced by his parents' persuasion, until he finally lives with oma. Though Papou has many ways to improve the life of his papa mama in Jakarta.

“Song was to represent my feelings to lo.”

Papou was still silent, the song had been played out now only the voice of the radio announcer who spoke indistinctly.

“If you are tired, you need a backrest I am always there for you. You heard the song earlier, sometimes it's okay not to be okay, we're just ordinary humans Pou.”

Papou was again just silent, he could not speak anything for now. “Gue likes Papou who is sarcastic as his words, you can think of me as your own brother, besides I have no sister.”

Why does the atmosphere become like this, honestly Papou prefers a shitty Daga rather than a good-ass like this.

“I uda have a brother, Bang Araya is much better than big brother.”

Daga pulled the curve, her hands moving ruffled Papou's hair. “Gue likes Papou who is like this, than Papou who was secretly kayaking earlier.”

Karin is still in Jakarta, later he will go home with Bang Araya and oma actually do not want to take off Papou and Daga both, go home together, but thanks to the help of Araya who convinced oma they would be fine, finally oma gave permission.

Permission from his parents should not be asked, to leave Papou no, Papou is sick of seeing his mother constantly playing drama, crying over his favorite child who may have been exhausted in eating worms.

“May I have something?”

“What?”

“Jawab honest well,” heard Daga's serious tone, Papou took his eyes off the street staring at the man with the pointy-nosed curls whose hands were holding the steering wheel of the car.

“How do you feel the same Nana? Regardless of the attitude of your loving parents?”

For a moment Papou was silent, recalling his childhood which gave him slaps one by one.

A kid in a red and white uniform was sitting in front of his class, they were playing ABC, but the kid wasn't, he was just quiet, a little bit away from the other kids.

“Kak Nana ..”the boy screamed when he saw his brother out of class.

At first Nana smiled, but a second later the smile disappeared. “Your sister Na?”

Before answering her friend's question, Nana noticed her sister. “Not, neighbor's child.”

“Owh .. You don't look alike anyway, you're beautiful while she's ordinary, you're smart and she's I think normal.” Then they both left.

Pensive Papou stood in his place, watching his appearance from top to bottom did look untidy because he did it himself, ranging from tying his hair, wearing his own uniform, inserting supplies and tying shoes. Everything is done by itself.

While Nana is all helped by mama, said mama “Kak Nana was sick, can not work tired. Papou is healthy, do it yourself self-study.”

“I really hate Nana.” Actually Daga had already guessed this answer.

“Why?”

Papou could not explain why he could hate his brother, only when at school his brother's attitude was cold but when at home he was a good brother.

“Wahh ... Your painting is really good, Dek?” Praise Nana while sitting next to Papou. Papou just kept quiet, he was already hurt by his brother's words at school.

“Aren't we just neighbors, brother, so don't need to praise my painting.”

Nana let out a long sigh, “Sorry Brother.”

“You are hungry, mama cooked a really good cup soup.” Nana smiled, her eyes twinkling expectantly. “Mama didn't invite me to eat.” Papou seemed to not care, he continued to paint.

Daga again asked hesitantly, when Papou was just silent. “Ke ... why?”

“Kak Nana who hates me, SD time in front of her friends she does not want to admit me as her sister, she says we are just neighbors. Sister Nana is ashamed to admit me as her sister because of the SD time I got so close.” Papou laughed blandly to cover his wound.

Daga does not intend to bring up Papou's past, making the brown-toothed girl injured for the second time. Daga just wants the matter over, who's the hospital ghost who keeps following them, Hanna and the ridiculous deal Daga made with Nana's ghost.

“Gue knows, deep down in your deepest heart there must be a little affection for Nana, however you are brothers. Just like me and Raga, any time we fight for sure later will also get along.”

Papou smiled lightly let alone to have the affection of his heart was even numb, his heart was not familiar with the name of love, love and affection from brothers.

“Don't make love with him, Sister. Even my heart died for him. Then the sister has a Mother who always help Sister Raga for peace, while I .. mama does not care if we fight cake or even kill each other mama will not care.”

That ruined Papou's childhood. Papou is right, mother has a big role in his life. Ahh .. It feels like Daga wants to quickly meet mom and hug the woman.