Ravana's Note: Scandal

Note 10: Mbak OB and Fransita

She's a woman whose life was never considered.

Struggling to fight not for himself.

Every drained labor is lost like the wind

Finally the limit of his patience was over, he was just wailing

Until I finally thought,

Why really live when death seems so beautiful?

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Ravana heard the whisper.

Sayup-sayup for help.

Not just one or two whispers. Lots of whispering and confusion.

Herbs,

This whisper he heard was not from the astral dwellers he often encountered.

Ravana closed her eyes, trying to focus on listening.

It still feels good and feels real. Like surrounding it by spinning around it.

“Mas?”

Ravana opened her eyes.

In front of him there is already an OB Mbak, with a normal form. Still with a broom and trolley behind him.

“Why? Want to help me with my sweeper?” said Ravana, as if he realized that he was cleaning the emergency staircase area and now they are on the 5th floor, the floor where Mr. Yanto appeared.

“Who is this, anyway?” ask the OB.

“Kan already I said, I own this building,”

“Floors 1 to 7 do not belong to Masnya, loh,” Mbak OB took another broom that Ravana put near the stairs, and began sweeping. He does not use his own broom, because it would be useless to pit something with astral objects.

Ravana recalled that the structure of this building was originally only 7 floors.

“Since when can you hold solid objects?” ask Ravana.

“Since in this building,” the Mbak OB raised his shoulders.

“When your man dies,”

“When this building was built,”

“And how?”

“Jump from above, from the roof,”

“And the roof was first, the 7th floor. That's why you're stuck there?”

“About that,”

Ravana sat on the stairs and thought. He observed how the OB Mother worked. Pretty clean too, frankly, Ravana helped.

“Where were you?”

“I went home to a human family, stayed there for a while because she had a child who was always on her mind until she died. But suddenly interested back here,”

“Dan can not be separated until now,” continued Ravana.

“Mas,” the Mbak OB looked at Ravana, “Pak Kuntoro said I should help his Masnya because maybe our only hope is only you. We don't feel at home here either,”

“Who is Kuntoro?”

“Find out yourself,” Mbak OB continues clean-up. Then he fell silent and grinned, “Epointed again, tuh. This time he asked for help,”

“Who?”

“See by yourself,”

“Hm, if your work is good in this staircase area, I love chicken cemani,”

His mother looked at Ravana with a sparkle. “Bener yes?!”

Ravana.

And the OB Ma'am cleaned the staircase area vigorously, while Ravana went up to the 7th floor through the emergency stairs.

There's nothing.

And on the 8th floor he came out, because he was getting tired of going up the stairs. There's no way he's gonna walk her down to the 15th floor.

And in the elevator, when the iron door opened.

“Heeey,” greet Fransita cheerfully.

“Ck!” decak Ravana is upset. But inevitably he had to get into the elevator.

“I came loooh,” Fransita facing Ravana with a carefree face.

“Ngak called kok coming,” grumbled Ravana while turning his face towards the door.

“I'm coming because soon it looks like there will be a life-threatening incident for you,”

“I've got an army,”

Fransita turned to the back of Ravana's back and looked up, “Ya is indeed striking yes, like your name. But there are times when they are useless,”

There was a faint growl coming from behind his back, the growl of an entity the man had never heard of. And from that voice, it seemed that the number was more than one. And at the moment it seems ‘they’ is angry to Fransita.

Ravana to the creeps.

But Fransita seems to ignore Khodam's protests. “Me now I'm here,”

“Who are you?” Ravana tries to push Fransita.

“I am yes I am,”

“Stypical answer kafir jin,” hiss Ravana.

“Heeeei! I'm insulted youh!”

“Yes there go,”

“No can,”

“You're just bothering me,”

Fransita folds her hands in front of her booby chest, “Si OB you give chicken cemani just for cleaning the stairs, others may also come to you,”

“Indeed I want to slaughter 10 kok,”

“What is your goal?”

Ravana turned to Fransita and approached the woman by pushing her against the wall. With her brown eyes Ravana looked deeply at Fransita. “My destination?”

“Hem...” Fransita.

“Profit,” replied Ravana.

“Heh?”

“As long as this venture is profitable, Papa won't bother me anymore. I can play games all day in my room! The safest area in the world that has been fenced off from various distractions! Only there I was not disturbed astral, Papa and even Eyeang Gandhes could not enter!”

Fransita sneered in response to Ravana.

“As long as I can be free, want chicken cemani candang also I will sacrifice! Now that the imprisoned one is not just an entity, I am also on the chain!”

The woman in front of him just looked at him expressionlessly.

“What?!” challenge Ravana.

“Later there is no new game, which there is an update version that is less greget,” said Fransita. “Even you start getting bored later, even playing old games. So I think the reason you want to linger playing the game is not right,”

Ravana.

Fransita grinning.

“You...” muttered Ravana with a tense face. Soon, the young man realized one thing. “You can enter my room,” as Ravana concluded. Not a question, not a guess.

Fransita nodded slowly, she seemed hesitant to confess or hide this. Yes but Ravana should know for the next puzzle solving. Because it was time for Fransita to appear before Ravana.

“In other words, you are actually tied with me,” hiss Ravana.

Fransita nodded again.

Then the woman was seen swallowing her saliva.

“And you watch me all the time,” said Ravana.

Fransita frowned with her wry smile. “Sori, but I can't take my eyes off when you start puberty,” muttered the woman.

Ravana still looked at him tensely.

Brakk!!

The guy hit the elevator wall.

Right next to Fransita's head.

And the wall formed an overdraft as Ravana's hand was drawn.

Ravana's face is red. Whether it's anger or even shame.

“Sorry, I don't want to be tied to you either,” Fransita muttered while looking the other way. In his memory can not be separated from the figure of Ravana when the man was in a state of nudity.

Ting!

The elevator stopped on the 15th floor.

“Don't run away, we should talk to over ‘akrab’,” furious Ravana. Then the man exited the elevator with a stomping step.

“Yeah, if angry even more sexy,” Fransita murmured while adjusting her breath. Then the woman exited the elevator to follow Ravana's steps.

“Wan, you should understand that I show up now because it is time,” Fransita tried to explain it to Ravana.

“Do not talk to me in public,” furious Ravana.

“Shortly,” Fransita is silent for a moment. “Okay, now that everyone can see me, no one will think you're crazy for talking to yourself. Even cctv can see me too,”

Ravana stops his steps and grabs Fransita. “What exactly are you? How can it appear and disappear at will, even be tangible?!”

“When I take form I take energy from my body, the risk is that my condition will get weaker,”

“Ya don't do that!”

“Everything listen to me!”

“Wan! Ivan!!” Ahmad, the marketing staff frantically approached Ravana. He was silent for a moment when he saw Fransita and his gaze stopped on the woman's chest.

“You're where, huh!” fransita slapped Ahmad on the shoulder.

“Haish! It's not really a girl!” Ahmad stroked his painful shoulder. “Oh yes, Wan! Lothawat! You go inside!!”

“What's the Mas?”

“Log in first anyway!!” Ahmad pulled Ravana's arm and led the young man into the marketing room.

(Visual Ravana : Rahmat Rahmeh, ig. rahir_**. Photo credit: Lisa Anisa, ig. @lissassil10)