Misty Soil

Pass Time

Gumamtong's departure witnessed a red moon stretching the wings of black bats, scattered owls over the misty Lake. The last message of herding flower sprinkles her departure so that she does not return to be a curious spirit thirsty for the blood of human flesh.

The cries of the two figures were adorned with tears of blood dripping on the water. Who should be blamed this time? The pent-up grudge in man is getting inflamed in his blackened heart. Rambe tells Murga to stay away from humans, but still he waits for Sandika's presence in the deep solitude of the night white fog.

“Where else are you going San?” ask Beben.

In front of the bus stop they were waiting for the last bus departure. Sandika put down her backpack and asked them to wait for her for a few minutes. Beben's question was not answered, he dashed into the forest towards the giant rocks.

“Murga!” call him.

The scent of the human body that Rambe hated, he resisted the movements of Murga who would approach him. On top of the Misty Lake was grieving the loss of the figure of Rambe. To ease his anger a little, Murga is forced to listen to Rambe's words and just observe Sandika from behind a hiding place.

“Murga!” call again.

He played the pianika but the presence of the female figure did not appear as well. Sandika also left a flower near the giant rocks near the edge of the Misty Lake.

After that day they thought it was the last farewell day without a word of goodbye.

White roses for Murga.

Sandika placed it near the large rocks. The flower should have withered in time. Not after Murga blew using the magic she had then took care of her in another realm. The flower symbolizes eternal white love without withering alive in another dimension.

Tiringly, Murga always waited for Sandika's presence back. The ghost never aged, even the youthful beauty of the face in the eyes of humans radiated to hide the true monstrous figure. The ghosts of the inhabitants of the Misty Lake, they wait for prey in the curse of the chain story in dark times.

Last year passed

Murga lost the scent of the man's body, she couldn't follow him all the way to the city. The sound of the driver's horn asks passengers to board immediately. Sandika went back up into the bus with a gloomy face and a bad breath. Almost he was in residence by Beben, considering that Grandma Ana had urged as soon as possible to return to the city to take care of all the needs after Arya's death. Her tears still did not stop breaking, Sandika sitting beside rubbing her back.

“Nek, strong and patient grandmother yes. Release Arya nek, let her calm down in nature there.”

“Force us who could not find Arya nek.”

All have returned to their original place, without and there are filling the house fixed time rotating seconds changing day and night. This time in the bustling city was not found a single firefly light as Sandika hoped.

“Even I haven't had time to ask where his house” muttered Sandika.

The man seemed to be half-consciously observing Murga as half-ghost and half-human. The ringing of the cell phone contents of the message made him very surprised.

To Sandika

The news of Herman's death, today he will be buried in the public funeral Park at 02:00 AM local time. Bebens.

📩

From Aaron's mother

Our ananda has passed away, Herman.

📩

Glassy Sandika eyes, “innalillahi wa innailahi rojiun.”

The funeral home is filled with mourners dressed in all black. Commendable signage lined up along the front of the home page to the outside roadside. So did the bouquets of flowers fill every place. Now Aaron lives like Kara, all his family lives abroad. Aaron could not go back there and left fond memories in that house.

Warid could not save her even though the mushroom had already returned to its original place. The figure of the fierce Rambe has taken his soul and pure air. The mistake of stealing plants without permission from the owner took his life for granted.

In front of his son's grave, Aaron rubbed the tomb board and hugged the ground of his grave. He refused to let go or leave there.

As time went on, solitude in the emptiness of the soul. Aaron became sickly so that all work was controlled by his family secretary.

One morning in the cloudy weather, Sandika came to bring something that she had long wanted to return.

Harun's envelope is still intact, Sandika apologizes to Aaron for not being able to accept the gift.

“Then think of this as your salary to work at the ibu” company said Aaron.

“But this is too much bu.”

“Have not denied any more, you have been considered a foster child.”

“Thanks a lot bu.”

Sandika kissed the back of her hand. Aaron's sedu sedan still dripped without pause. Before leaving home, Sandika gave a reinforcing word for him. He massaged Ms. Aaron's leg. Bring him a glass of warm water and cover his cold feet.

"Mother, tomorrow I will visit again here" Sandika said politely.

"Yes, I will always wait and pray for you. You're a good boy."

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to return your favor ma'am."

"It's okay. Seeing you healthy and happy is more than enough."

Sandika also said goodbye, his departure was released with a wave of hands. Aaron felt the time was not long. He called his secretary to write a will which contained the following:

Inheritance Will

I am the one signed below

Aaron

Consciously and without any element of coercion make the question of will or hitbah all my property, to my adopted son namely:

Sandicas

With this letter I declare that I give all property and all assets and property ownership to the child I mentioned.

Thus this will I am blind with common sense and without any coercion from any party.

South West City

Unknowable

Testifes.

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Working as a substitute for Ms. Harun's position as company manager. Sandika's life changed drastically. Before Aaron died, he hid from Sandika the late-stage cancer that gnawed his body.

Sandika keeps putting Harun's photo in her study. Similarly, the pot of urns containing a bouquet of pink tulips favorite of his adoptive mother was always changed every day.

After returning home from work he met with Beben at a caffee in the city center. They look a little awkward, especially Beben who had thought of seeing Sandika the conglomerate adopted child must have been reluctant to linger just for her.

“So you invite me to reminisce just to listen to the voice of this caffee visitor?” sandika asked with a very wide smile.