Jailangkung Party

The 7 Beauty Dream

Arinda's home. He looks tired. Both of his eyeballs were smashed

because I've been crying all day. His shoulders feel heavy. Subsequent to

throwing his bag and shoes at him he chose to take a shower and

wetting head. He remembered an advice when after the event

funeral, must shower and shampoo so that the body does not feel pain. Believe or

no, the activity turned out to help relax more.

Arinda prepares warm water in the bath, inserts a flower-scented bath soap. Beuty dream, that's brand

of the products he wears. Then, he let his entire body sink in

in that soft frothy tub. Letting his head stay up. Not long before he fell asleep in the bath.

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“Rin, I can confide

about something?” Micah whispered something. At that time they were in class. Moments

history lesson, a teacher told them to summarize about history

independence in the notebook.

“*What's Miki?” ask

Arindas. He liked to call Micah Miki.

“I'm not dead.”

Arinda is still

busy writing just laughing hearing Micah's absurd jokes. “Haha this is if

often hear Karin's story, follow the grind?”

“I'm serious, Rin!”

Arinda looked at

Micah. He sat down while bowing his head.

“Mik.. Plis, don't be kidding me. I don't like it I'm sure." No response. "Miki..”.

Arinda shook Micah's body. The girl did not flinch.

“Mikha!!” Arinda

rocked him a little hard. Micah's body fell from the chair. An

what a horrible sight. Micah's face was pale, he was broken and not

wake up with eyes that are still glaring. Surprisingly, the blood was blackish red

out of both his eyeballs.

“MIKHAAAA!!” Arinda

yells. He tried to tell the teacher. But somehow, the mood of the class

instantly it became dark. There was only one dim light from the classroom lamp

close to the board. A book that originally wrote

that HISTORY lesson turned into ME

NOT DEAD.

Arinda looked around,

he wished he could ask his friends and teachers for help

fore. But alas, all his friends are suddenly replaced with

people wearing all-black clothes with their heads covered in hoodies

black colored anyway.

“GYAAAA!!!”

trembling, Arinda shouted with a trembling voice. He felt his feet not

can be compromised. The feet shook with fear.

Those black robes

look at him in unison. They held their index finger right in front

a completely invisible face and gave instructions to keep Arinda quiet. “Sstt...!!!”

Class door's open, please,

bring the red light from there. So are two high-bodied men

strapping wearing a red robe. They lifted up Micah's body, and,

then dragged.

“Mik...Micah...!!!”

Arinda didn't know what to do.

He tried to grab the leg

Micah not to be dragged like that. Honey, they're dragging too

quick one. Arinda failed to get it. But instead, something has been held

his shoulders.

“Arin...!!!” somebody

calling names.. With irregular breathing, the heart feels like it wants

jumping off his body, Arinda turned. This time it's Micah's face but with the head

full of blood and part of the body melted. Some of his hand bones and ribs

be seen. Even his face gradually melted, like a burning candle.

“That's my flag, but

my soul is alive. They killed me.” Clearly Micah with an increasingly face

long getting worse. Even his left eye slid down and fell to the floor.

“GYAAAAaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”

Arinda closed her eyes and ears*.

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Arinda awake. He did not expect to be able to fall asleep and even

dream this terrible. Arinda decided to end the activity

the bath. He immediately put on a relaxed home outfit. When to go down

rungs. He heard his father's voice and the laughter of a woman. Arinda

speeding up his steps.

In the living room, his father chatted with a woman

who looks very young. She was wearing a rather tight casual outfit.

The woman's face was also smeared with a slightly thick powder with red blushing lipstick.

“Heii Arinda, already home son?” greet Ajar.

Arinda nodded. “Which mother, Yah?” tanyakanya.

“Not yet home for sure. Looks like your mom's going to visit

the family of the students who died. Your classmate, right?”

Arinda nodded back. Then his eyes turned back to

the woman sitting next to her father. Teach reading the direction of his daughter's eyes.

“She Goddess, final-level student. More scription guidance.”

Teach lifting sheets of paper that are piled on the table. Goddess gives

a friendly smile, but not to Arinda. Her face gives

the intuition is different. He thinks that the Goddess is a threat to his family.

"Oo yes, look out, old student" he said.

Teach widened his eyes. Didn't expect his son would comment like that to his guests as well as students. So did the woman in front of him, he was a bit confused, whether it was an insult or just an ordinary expression.

Arinda left the living room and headed straight for the kitchen.

This day he just realized he had not filled his stomach with anything. Look at faces

The goddess made him hungry. If he's not human, he wants to eat flirtatious women

that's. At least that's what happened to Arinda.

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Merri immediately locked himself in the room. The kusuma

realizing his presence immediately approached his daughter's room. Not usually Merri

acting a little rough.

“Merri...!!” call Kusuma while knocking on the door.

Silence, no answer.

“Mer... eat first, nak.” Kusuma Pinta.

Once again in silence. Merri did not answer.

Behind the room, he laid his body on the bed.

Letting himself sleep for a moment. His little body was very tired. It

too much to see today. Even a figure that resembled Micah as well

followed him. Fortunately, the figure disappeared when he stepped on his feet

in-house.

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the clothes, the man with the glasses, were also sitting on the bed. In the room

walled full of posters of the superhero character, Tito felt empty.

Of all places, he was the proudest of his room. All the things he likes

being here. In addition to A3 size posters with image quality and paper

tall, it also has a comfortable mattress, a computer set, a comic collection

and reading books, video games and also some trophies and awards from the race

scientific writing. One of all things boasts of it, the one he likes the most

is a picture frame displayed on the study table. Dalalam

the plain white frame had Arinda, Fitri, Karin and Micah standing on

beside him.

He remembered, when he took the picture, he just wanted to

both with Micah. But on the count of three, Karin, Fitri and Arinda

they immediately attacked them so the five of them. At first Tito was upset,

because the photo opportunity with Micah so failed. But over time he

could cliche. He promised Micah that he would take her in a picture

only without anyone bothering.

Tito still remembers clearly, when Micah first started

playing in his room, he praised his collection of books and comics. He's a person

the first to praise his hobby was very cool. Unlike Karin and Fitri

even his older brothers who judged his hobbies were too childish for his age.

“*Lu still likes to read

comic?” mikha asked for one of the avengers comics.

“He...iya, why?

Weird yes.” Tanya Tito clumsy. He anxiously judged childishly with Micah.

“Ga, cool to.” Exclaims

Micah.

“Serious?” tito's face flushed, though,

but he was still not sure if Micah praised him. It could be just

pleasantries. “Not the coolest hobby is basketball, girls love to see

guys play basketball instead of sitting read comics, because passive right?” ask Tito.

“Yes physically, they

tall and cool. But guys who like to read comics are better at chatting.

They are smart, broad insights, not many of them are also good at images.” Micahs

take a picture book and see Tito's graffiti. “This is a super hero what?”

mikha asked looking at the picture of Tito. A super hero image with the T logo on

the middle of the costume that was worn.

Tito lansung

that picture. His face flushed red, he was embarrassed if Micah realized he still liked it

imagining being a superhero with a tall and stocky body.

“Hhaha.!!” Micahs

laughing, he understood the meaning of the picture. “Ehem, sorry!” Micah set his voice,

“One thing I like about people who like to read comics, they are imaginative who

shows that they are smart, not childish.”

Tito blushed shy*.

In this room also Tito heard the stories and

micah's Dream. They even share secrets. Behind the smiling face, always,

micah was very lonely. He doesn't like his stepfather, even

they're not familiar. For the sake of her mother who loved her father dearly, Micah

that seven-year-old has to give up. Hearing Micah's story, Tito can't

do nothing. He just hugged the girl as a sign he cared. Moments

their faces meet and approach, Tito is more convinced that Micah loves

his first. However, before one kiss landed on Micah's lips, the girl

immediately paraded and pushed Tito's body.

“*I have to go home,

thank you for hearing my story.” Micah.

“Mikha, the one just now

sorry, I don't mean.” Tito scratched his non-itchy head. It

afraid Micah judged him bad.

Micah saw a face

lugu Tito with a smile. He gently rubbed Tito's head.

“Gapapa. But I

I don't like things that are rushed. That's not healthy.” Micah.

Tito just laughed

knot. His face was burning with embarrassment. “You take home ga?” ask Micah.

“You are, up vespa

a gap? Car in bring my mama to the salon.” bargain Tito.

“Hahaha.

aja*.”

 The memories and

the crisp sound of laughter was only a memory. Remembering that makes

Tito was crying again. He shed all those tears on the bed. It

bite the pillow so no one hears. Yeah, he doesn't want anyone

hearing that, he did not want his family to know that he was in a bad state.

Of all the things he had experienced, only this time he felt sad, and

bereft.

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Although in a state of mourning, IPA second-class students

C must go to school. Karin who had been from dawn looked the most prepared.

He brought all the school supplies, lunch, and an umbrella. However

more than that, among the textbooks piled into his backpack, he,

he did not forget one thing that was no less important; his mystery magazine.

Last night while in the living room, he saw a sheet of

the magazine was opened because of the wind. It rained last night with

very dense. Lightning and lightning also struck very fast. Carin

the one her parents told her to lock all the windows immediately noticed

magazine he bought the other day.

The sheet stopped on the page he had discussed

with friends. “PARTY ASSOCIATION. Alias Party Jailangkung.

One column from that page gives an explanation, wrong

one source said he managed to communicate with his long-time friend

died. This is what makes this girl have a crazy idea. He wants to talk about it

back with his friends in class.

This morning, with very definite steps. He looks optimistic.

When he was in the class where all the students had rame, because he was still discussing the matter of yesterday, he went on

take that mystery magazine out of his backpack.

PLAQUES

All students noticed it. So did Arinda, Merri and

Tito's. Even Fitri almost shouted when he saw what book Karin threw.

“We can ask Micah directly, he died because

what?!” Bring Karin.

“De.. de.. with what?” tanya Fitri stutters. He was always scared

if Karin wants to.

“By main Jailangkung.” Answer Karin.

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