I Believe I Can See Ghosts

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Kala underwent an examination the next day at the hospital. Philip asked his fellow doctors to examine the condition of his son thoroughly.

At first, colleagues were surprised to hear Philip already had a child of that size, even though he had not been married at all. But Philip had honestly admitted his mistakes in the past.

Philip's colleagues finally understood and they did not bother. It was Philip's personal business, which had nothing to do with them. They then help professionally.

"Physically he's okay."

Enrico said after seeing Kala's medical checkup report. This happened after a few hours of examination.

"Yes, he's fine." replied Philip.

"But you see his mental state?" ask Enrico.

Philip sighed and then nodded. He remembered his conversation with Kala last night. It happened after Kala was hysterical and slammed all the goods towards the curtains. Before the boy finally fell asleep under surveillance.

"Why were you, Kala?"

That was Philip's question that night. When half lying in bed, Philip had also covered part of his son's body so that he felt warm and calm.

"There's someone behind the curtains." replied Kala while looking down. Enrico turned towards the room curtain and there was no one there.

"Now still?" ask her again.

Kala shook her head, though still lowered her head.

"May you know what it looks like?"

"When you don't know, he closes the curtains." replied Kala.

Enrico sighed and held his son's head. Although Kala somewhat dodged and pulled his head to get a little away. He was not comfortable with Philip.

"Yes you're sleeping now."

Silence and not flinching.

"When?"

"When afraid." said the boy later.

"Dad here, I'll take care of you."

The teenager then switched positions, from half-sitting to fully collapsed. Then he tried to close his eyes.

***

"So Kala won't stay with us anymore, pa?"

Egan asked Enrico in a disappointed tone. That afternoon he was told that Philip would take Kala to live with him.

"Yes, he will stay with Philip" replied Enrico.

"Well, no fun. Egan don't have any friends playing online games anymore dong if night."

"You play online, you can still connect anywhere" Enrico said.

"Fix it, Pa. If papa again night service, Kala nolong really let Egan not bete. Egan so have a sharing theme, mabar, stories of exciting things."

"You'll meet Kala every day. He's going to school at your school."

"Oh yeah?"

Egan suddenly sumringah. His facial expression instantly split like a double personality. Enrico laughed a little at all that. Sometimes Egan's behavior reminds Enrico of his late friend Joan, Egan's real father. Egan really is a photocopian of Joan. The way he talks, laughs, gets angry, and so on. It was very similar to Joan.

"Yes, from tomorrow Kala will be your little sister."

He smiled and breathed with relief. At least they can still talk about ghosts, which is one of Egan's interests.

Suddenly Philip and Kala were already seen coming down the stairs. Philip helped his son with the goods.

"Now, how come he's coming home?" ask Egan.

"Yes, I have to get up early tomorrow. Kala will go to your school." Philip said with a smile on Egan. Kala was just silent.

Kala was still confused to behave, because he had no parents since childhood. And of course Philip was no less confused, because he also never took care of his son from the time the child was born. He wondered if he could be a good father or not.

"Be careful Phil, on the road."

Enrico said to Philip.

"Yes" replied Philip later.

"Marahin aja Kala, if father speeding. Your father likes to be in awe when he's driving." continued Enrico.

Philip laughed, while Kala tried to smile even though it was very thin. It's barely even visible at all.

"I'm walking first" Philip said.

Enrico and Egan drove the two men to the car. Soon after, they started moving and moved away.

"Lock the fence, Egan" Enrico said as he moved towards the door.

Then Egan locked the gate. The situation in their housing complex is indeed fairly quiet. So that the gate must be closed tightly, for fear if there is a thief or whatever. Because security itself is not possible to supervise one house only, there are many houses that must be considered.

"Where is Kala."

Suddenly there was a noise on the right side of Egan's ear. The teenager's reflexes turned and looked around the courtyard. But no one was there.

Egan again made sure the gate was closed tightly. But then suddenly a hand touched his shoulder.

"Yeah."

Egan was surprised and turned his head, it turned out to be Marni. The teenager took a long breath.

"Bik, just ngagetin." he said later.

"Here the key aunt, the aunt does not calm down if not check directly."

"Yes bik." answered Egan.

The teenager then went inside.

***

Moments later, Philip and his son finally arrived at the apartment. Along the way they didn't say much, and Philip let it go.

He wanted to make room for Kala to be comfortable with himself, before being comfortable with others. Now the two get into the elevator, and keep quiet with each other.

"This is your room."

Philip showed a room large enough to Kala.

"It's never occupied by anyone, but I clean it every day. The whole room in this apartment is cleaned every day. So you don't have to worry about cleanliness.

Kala nodded, then the teenager dragged her suitcase inside.

"This is the bathroom, this is the AC remote. Use the energy in this place wisely, ok?"

Kala nodded back. Philip soon left the room. When he put his bag on the bed, he moved to the closet and opened it.

The closet is completely empty and seems to have been cleaned as well. Kala then opened the suitcase, and began to arrange his clothes one by one.

"Ric, teach me how to take care of the kids?"

Philip sent a short message to Enrico. His friend laughed at the message.

"First of all, you should have a stock of aspirin first" Enrico replied.

"What am I doing aspirin?"

"Because taking care of the child is guaranteed dizziness, wkwkwkwkwk."

"Fuck, I think why." replied Philip again.

Enrico laughed, he could not wait to see Philip turn into annoying fathers.