My mother's a ghost
The Part 32
My mother's a ghost
The Part 32
Lady Siti looked at Leri sharply. “Pak Leri has not returned? How are you still here?” Ask Ms. Siti cynically.
“It's the same Mr. Har was told to stay first. Afraid later there will be technical problems or what is it.” Leri replied shortly after putting her body between Bu Siti and Pak Guntur.
“Not even there will be a problem if it is here?” Ms. Siti's reply weakened the volume of her voice.
“Where, Bu?” Leri's question convinced her hearing.
“Ah, no. Where did Mr Leri come from?” Bu Siti then wanted to confirm the whereabouts of Leri before being in the area near the campfire.
“I to the toilet, Ma'am.” Reply Leri accompanied by a smile.
“I don't see Mr. Leri on the toilet.” Sanggah Bu Siti tried to convince herself that Leri had not been seen around the toilet.
“Maybe because it's too dark. If you do not believe, may ask the student whose name was yes,” Leri tries to remember with full strength. “Sena yes? Sena looks like the name of the child earlier.” Leri replied with confidence, although she did not know for sure what the name of the child was.
“Oh...” Reply Bu Siti, “awas aja lo liein me, I throw lo pake firewood.” Add Bu Siti with low sound volume.
“What, Mom?” Ask Leri not clearly heard the words of Bu Siti.
”I just sang.” Replied Ms. Situ cynically, lazy to reply to Leri's words.
“Mantap nih Bu Siti. Let's sing, let me play guitar.” Connect Mr. Thunder.
“Malas ah, already sleepy. Later need energy to nemenin children.” Ms. Siti answered while staring at her mobile phone screen. He prefers to look at the activity of cyberspace.
“Yaaah, Ms. Siti is not cool. Yes already, Mr. Leri who sang, yes.” Pinta Pak Guntur while picking up the guitar which had no fingers to tickle the strings.
“Sama-sama, let it be equally ugly.” Kill Leri.
The two of them then laughed together to hear Leri's joke.
***
Agia continued to watch Leri's movements. He was convinced that Leri was not a good person.
But unfortunately, Leri did not show any suspicious signs.
Then Agia saw the girl peeking out from behind the banana tree, away from the campfire. Agia tries to get acquainted with the boy. Unfortunately, he walked away quickly and disappeared from sight.
Agia was confused in making a decision, whether to chase after the child, or stay close to Leri. She was worried that something would happen to her children. Agia recalled how Sena's previous attempts at finding a lot of information from this man named Leri.
Agia finally chose silence and kept watching Leri's movements.
“Where to go by night, Mr Thunder?” Leri asked shortly after the few songs they had finished.
“Ordinary line, Sir.” Sahut Pak Guntur's. He put the guitar next to him. Immediately Mr. Thunder put both his hands into a thick jacket pocket. The more the night, the air in the middle of the field gets colder.
Leri glanced at Mr. Thunder. “What's okay?”
Mr. Thunder stared hard at Leri's eyes, “do not talk hard, later if anyone heard, could be dangerous. They will think nothing. Just act normal, like nothing ever happened.” Reply Mr. Thunder with a low volume, almost whispering.
Agia frowned, “what ever happened?” Inner Agia who was busy stealing heard the conversation of the teachers around the campfire.
A flash of shadow again caught Agia's attention. The girl showed her existence again. Agia walked quickly in order to get close to the child immediately. The boy quickly left his starting position.
“Wait! I can see you, kok.” Shouted Agia preventing the departure of the girl. He stopped and immediately turned his back. Agia predicts if this child is the same age as Sena. His short hair passes through the ears with bangs covering the entire forehead. The girl was wearing a blue t-shirt with brown shorts.
“You are disturbed because there is a bustle huh?” Ask Agia again. Agia decided to step foot closer to him.
“I, I am not a human being. Same as you.” Agia said it with a warm smile. The boy seemed interested in Agia's words.
“Iya, right. I am also a ghost. Just like you. Just so, until now I do not know why I can be a ghost, what else is the culprit, I do not have an idea to guess who the person is.” Agia explained the girl cheerfully so that she would not be afraid to get close to him.
“Please same as Prabu Lanang.” The boy answered suddenly with enthusiasm.
Agia raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Is this Prabu Lanang the same as the one Eka met a few years ago? Prabu Lanang seems famous among lost souls like me.” Agia thought to herself.
“Where can I meet Prabu Lanang?” Ask Agia enthusiastically.
The girl nodded weakly. “Prabu Lanang will come alone. Cannot be searched.”
“Whose name are you?” Agia asked as she felt that the girl was starting to respond and was attracted to her.
“It looks like my name is Raya. I'm not sure, Aunt.” That girl's heart.
“What's a long time you've been like this?”
“It looks like that. I went back and forth into the field and into the garden. I don't understand either. All I remember was,” reply the girl hesitated.
“What's free?” Ask Agia to find out.
“Which I remember, Om it tied my hands and feet.” His reply while raising his finger pointed towards the campfire.
which “Om?” Agia asked as she looked towards the people around the campfire.
“That's.”
The two of them were then shocked because Mr. Hartanto emerged from the garden.
His face looks angry.
“You know who he is, Kingdom?” Ask Agia.
“Know. Principal.” Raya replied flatly without stopping to turn her gaze to Pak Hartanto. Both eyes squinted as if to focus the vision to Mr. Hartanto.
“Ngapain that principal in the garden?” They both noticed Mr. Hartanto walking in quick footsteps.
“From yesterday she was pacing see this and that.”
“What does he see?”
“Mbak Dara.”
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Congratulations all. Sorry until Part 32 feels very slow, short, and also short. There is something to do in real life. Hehehe
But hopefully Sunday can be written casually without obstacles. So, I am ready to step in and bring readers into a hallucinatory world with even longer ideas and stories. But it will still confuse the reader, that is my goal. Hehe (again).
I hope your readers are not bored with my writing style. Do not forget to be well observed, because it will continue also with the story in the next title.
May all be healthy always
Greetings dear, dear,
Pandan Intan.
