I Can Hear Your Heart

6. Uncovering Secrets

Slowly my eyelids opened, but the fatigue all over my body made me close my eyelids again, trying to remember what happened last night. Then the shadow as the books in my room floated and my body crashed on the bed made my eyes reflexively glow and my body rose.

I stared around my neat and clean room, with no visible remnants of a raging ghost last night. The books look neatly arranged on the bookshelf, according to my arrangement - no sign of the books last night being thrown to and fro by a fucking ghost.

Are these memories in my mind just dreams? It feels too real for a dream. The softness on my wrist was also too real.

I stopped thinking about the ghosts and the events that happened last night, I had to take a shower and do my duty immediately. I woke up late this morning. If I'm late today, it'll be my first time. But it still feels strange late when staying at a hotel where work.

I forgot to bring my hotel uniform to the bathroom. I tiptoed towards the wardrobe with a towel wrapped around my body.

I remember last night the ghost said something about getting dressed in the bathroom. Whether it was a dream or real, the thought made me alert when I had to open the door of my wardrobe and grab the uniform stuck in the wooden hanger and then rush back into the bathroom.

Shit, I feel like a fool for running around the bathroom to get maternity clothes while logically I myself live in this room.

For a moment I was standing neatly in front of the makeup mirror with natural makeup on my face. I put leather stockings on my feet before wearing pantofel shoes. There's no sign that there's another living creature in my room let alone that it's a ghost.

Fix, it was just a dream.

I walked out of the room feeling happy.

***

"Why didn't you come yesterday?" That annoying sound filled the Public Relations room. Good thing I'm the only one in this room now if not what happens? I do not comment on his words are concentrating on making articles about this hotel with a variety of good opinions from hotel visitors who have stayed here with a brief review of the events that happened to Sarina and opinions constabulary.

"How dare you not speak to an Intermediate Police Officer." He pulled my hand, forcing me to stand up from my chair.

We are facing now. "You need a police report that I've tried to obey you and because I almost died?" I snatched the paper on the map and stuck it on his face in annoyance. I've read his mind before he enters this room. An accident report that will help me take care of my car's insurance premium.

He grabbed the paper and let go of my hand. I watched him while reading the report.

"Are you okay?"

"Is that important to you?" I said sarcastic. He smiled with a not innocent face. Ckckck. Very caring for the community, my decak in my heart.

"I assume that means you're okay. Rosta is here. Come on." He pulled my hand. It was almost more like dragging me out of the room. "We need to meet him."

I wanted to beat him up, but was blocked by the law that protected him: attacking him meant attacking a state officer on duty. I can be put in jail, so I'm not willing to let him pull me.

***

It took us over twenty minutes to get to the police. I was asked to answer a series of questions about the beginning of my meeting and Rosta, while Rosta in the other room answered a series of questions as well. I came to the question of where do I know Sarina was pregnant.

Fix that's not an easy question. What if I told you I heard it from his heart? Will the police believe it?

"I hope you answer everything honestly." Then he switched to my answer sheet. "You haven't answered how do you know Sarina's house is pregnant?" He looked at me sharply. "I remember asking you that question in person, but I don't remember you answering."

"If I say, I just know. You're definitely not gonna believe it?"

"Damn it! You want to play a cop?!" He yelled at me. I only realized for a few days that her face looked the same as it did when I met her. He was upset, but because at the hotel he was still curbing his anger and now he's really angry.

"Fuck," He looked shocked at my words, but before he went on a rampage I had already continued: "i will not let this woman play tricks on me. It's just the story of two hotel ladies fighting over a rich man." He was a little surprised when he heard what I said.

I looked at him casually. Leaning my stiff back relaxed even more while staring around me.

Goddamn it, how does he know what I'm thinking?

"Fuck, how does he know what I'm thinking?"

Goddamnit! Could this woman have read my mind? Don't be silly, Candra no human can do that. Focus on.

"Damn it! Could this woman have read my mind? Don't be silly, Candra no human can do that. Focus on."

The policeman staggered back. His jet black bead now looked at me sharply, full of disbelief and horror.

"I can hear his heart. That's where I know she's pregnant." I added a reason to him why he deserved to be horrified by me.

"Omong empty."

"Think of something that maybe only you know and I'll read your mind." I challenged him.

There was fog in his mind. An occurrence. February 14, 2009. At night a fourteen-year-old boy on the streets of a quiet small town.

"Night in the quiet streets of the city in your hands is a flower and a brown stem in the right pocket of your bellied jens. You walk with glee."

Then an accident occurred before his eyes, a heavy accident between a Van car and a black sedan.

"That night an accident occurred before your eyes, exactly about one or two meters from your side, stopping at the side of the garden. The van stopped. A person with a masked face slid the back door quickly and approached the dying user of a black sedan. Several people in the van yelled at him for the man to get back in the car before the pursuing police arrived. But the man did not bully his friends, grabbing something from the hand of the woman on the side of the black sedan driver. A handycam and shoot the woman and also the man in the sedan."

IPTU Candra hid behind the shrubbery on the roadside trembling..Should I tell you he pissed his pants at the time?

"Where did you get that ability?" That question made me believe he now believed me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Came just like that. Like a curse and a gift."

"Great, come here then." He pulled me back and I hated what was on his mind.