Satan, Holy, Human

Chapter 14: What is Doang?

TONIGHT, I am not staying in the Holy House anymore. Besides not wanting to cause any more trouble to this sizzling glasses girl, I did feel uncomfortable and hesitant if I had to trouble her family again.

Or maybe it was because my little heart was also resisting?

Not wanting to remember the past, not wanting to get the warmth that speaks of the past, because the past can no longer be repeated.

Everything changes, everything is no longer the same.

Especially since the time machine cannot go to the past.

Even though Holy Mama insisted, I still insisted on rejecting her. But, we were both stubborn, until at last an agreement emerged that I would be escorted by the personal driver of the Holy family. “Alright then. I thank you very much, Auntie. I go home first,” pamitku lowered his head while closing the door of the living room.

“Be careful on the road yes, dear,” sahut Mama Suci with a kiss goodbye.

Leaving behind Mama Suci, the girl with the small taper ears, and the glasses girl who sizzled, I began descending from the terrace towards the carport, opening the door of the black SUV car after a short conversation with the driver, he said, sit down and let the driver start his journey.

“Bapak has been driving the car for how long? It feels comfortable to be driven by my father. Don't have a secret ability, huh? Kkkkk,” my chatter

“Ah, no. Mas Ragib is exaggerated. It's my job, so I'm used to it. Hahahah!” the driver laughed in a unanimous voice.

And that way, the actual journey takes more than 40 minutes I can feel less than five minutes. With a pleasant conversation, the perception of time can feel faster. Until in the end we arrived at a messy house full of garbage and dusty, in the corner was seen some spider webs, faded wall paint full of stains, even considered a haunted place creepy.

After saying goodbye briefly, the driver and I separated instantly. I went straight in to open the front door, to find another dark room. Nimble, I immediately grabbed the switch to give light to the living room, then the middle room, also the bedroom. Passing through the mannequins that still filled the room, I opened the refrigerator to fetch cold water, drank it to quench thirst and a little drowsiness.

Is it 11pm now? Worth it…

After changing into my bedroom clothes, collecting them on a large crackle to send to laundry services on weekends, I just sat down with a blank look on the bed. Staring at the study table which is still full of empty paper and paper garbage clumped, pencils, pens, erasers scattered, and, I smiled little realizing the funny fate I was going through (after a slight nausea on the stomach).

I was always told to part with them.

But in the end, I still couldn't. Not because they didn't want to, they came back to me. Not about the search for identity, nor this Sacred case.

I stared at the table longer, glancing left and right, waiting for drowsiness to wander and possess the body. This room is still full of mannequins, but this time I don't really need them. Coming home wasn't as scary as before, I don't know for what reason.

Shifting the mannequin, I empty one part of the mattress for me to sleep comfortably. The mattress in the Holy house is indeed more soft and delicious than this. But, it feels like this simple mattress I can enjoy full of joy. Although this was a fairly solid and hard mattress, a deflated pillow, no lacy blanket, I was able to sleep well, I could feel the calmness.

While hugging and hugging, embracing and being embraced by mannequins in such a way, I slowly began to surrender myself. Slowly consumed gently and kindly, also by the presence of mannequins that provided additional warmth, imagination and fantasy began to pervade my mind.

“Welcome to bed flowers,” my greetings give tos to her.

GIVEN all the abominations these two girls have ever committed, I don't want to take a walk voluntarily. Accompanying the girl who hurt me for insulting me who couldn't keep up with her genius, and the other girl who basically hated me to the top. His tongue was still hissing, his hands ready to give a taser attack in case something unwanted happened.

No. gabe. It was precisely a taser attack that was something I didn't want.

But, how else? I had already promised, before I knew of this other nature of the Saints. I am not sure if this ‘C’ personality will re-enter him, making Saints transform again. But, I can't really trust him after everything he did yesterday.

It was a 15-minute learning session similar to a 15,000-year-old hell!

“Street-walk! The saint is impatient. Sacred happy!” shouted the girl with sparkling eyes with her hands up in the crowd. Now, we are already in the Permata Indah mall complex, one of the spacious and complete shopping centers, with many shophouses selling anything around.

“Haaah... It's bad, it's bad, it's bad! They're all stifling. Gahhh!” muttered Nila with a low voice and heavy breathing. “Serang, attack them all. Protect Saints! Sacred? Holy ones! It's for the Saints! Damn guy! The crocodile! Devil boy! The devil! A puppy! Hate it! Hate it! Hate!” he continued to protest and do the swearing, with a frightened expression like seeing a creepy ghost, like yesterday when he opened the door of the Holy Room.

But, I could clearly see that his shoulders were shaking, his legs could not stand still, cold sweat started to pour out. It's the same as I felt, but with the opposite condition.

So, does Nila indeed have a special condition towards something?

If these roads are making him suffer, why bother following us? For the sake of protecting the Saints? Or is it just an alibi?

While in school, Saints can live fine even though the form of bullying can be witnessed in real. Is Nila still unable to trust me after all we've done?

Did Nila really object to these streets? Does that mean I'm not just private? We were both forced by the Holy will, equally forced to go through a tough challenge. Luckily, I was able to replenish my energy enough after the study session with Nila three days ago. As long as I'm not bullied by Saints, I can be myself again. Playing with Remi, helping anything in school as a rasp with Balkis, except no longer playing futsal with Faisal. I actually asked him. But again I was rejected for various reasons.

“Sal, today lo futsal again?”

“I? Ja. I am a futsal fan. Sport, bro! Investments of the future. You also don't play on your phone often. Make disease. Orientation for the future is also lacking. Less-reduce, deh,” Faisal replied in the parking lot of the motor beside the school which actually looks to be playing his phone I don't know what you're doing.

“Wah, I'm coming with dong! Want to play again, huh! Kkkk.”

“Eh? Em. I can't, Gib. Full up. I think tomorrow, deh,” reject it later.

Well, how else? Maybe the members are complete, I am no longer needed. Maybe next time, maybe there's a good time for me to play with them. Moreover, Faisal blatantly promised to set aside his time tomorrow to invite me to play futsal? I still have hope, still have a way to make a closer friendship with him.

Unfortunately, when tomorrow comes, I don't receive any word from Faisal even though we both have our own phone numbers. Even though it's Saturday, he won't skip playing futsal, right? Maybe he went to his futsal place first? Recalling his promise yesterday, I took the initiative to go to the futsal venue, catching up with them in hopes of playing futsal again, as well as giving an unexpected surprise.

But, to my surprise, I was alone.

Not Faisal and his friends, because they rejected him outright.

“Why are you here, Gib?”

“Ya... I think I can play together? Kemaren you said today will play futsal together, right? Yes I am so excited!” I answered while nodding with enthusiasm.

“Hah? I'll say ‘kayaknya’. If you are not invited h-days, it means the members are still full. Tomorrow that means two or three days ahead, right? I usually invite you to come along. Not gini how to play,” annoyed Faisal while panting full of sweat because it was still in the futsal playing session.

“Yes, the times I took the initiative first, right? Kkkkk.”

“Can't. Udah spelled out not how to play,” reject Faisal once again. “We play futsal every day instead of without reason. We have a future to prepare for. After all, within the team there must be cohesiveness and stability. If the person is changing, we can't create that. Including you, Gib,”.

“…”

“So. I'm still busy. If you want to watch whatever, whatever it takes. But don't bother us, yes.”

Similar to the glass that Nila dropped yesterday, that is the condition of my feelings right now. It broke into pieces, happened unconsciously, all of a sudden, with no precautionary effort I could make to save her. All I can do now is another rarity, as always, to cover up the temporary wound. “Kkkk. It's busy, huh? Later if anything can call me, yes. I'm always ready, kok!”

Faisal gave a thumbs up sign in agreement, with a forced smile afterwards. My feelings improved a little, a sign that Faisal still needed me, there was still hope in the future when he would invite me to play futsal again.

“That's doang? Cheers, Gib. See, the parking lot guy over there being yelled at? Am I used to seeing? Udahlah, I said also mending we play mobile games while just coffee here,” Remi replied while smoking cigarettes to the three for this afternoon.

“Kkkk. Yes, yes, thankfully I am ranking. You can play with you guys, right. Let's play together!”

“Ah, which is real?”

“Lo up the ranking? Wow, let's party! This kid finally thinks too. His brain finally being made? Ahahahaha!”

“Pake pellet sure. How much do you pay, Gib? It will also come down again.”

““Ahahahahahaa!””

Luckily, when I returned to the caskrongan at the station stall, I regained my identity and energy. Back playing together, back talking and chatting. Charge the energy to the brim, replenishing all the power I need (especially after being depleted by Saints yesterday).

Strange as well. I love the crowd and this crowd must be drained of energy by one person alone.

Unfortunately, what have I felt in the past two days doesn't seem to apply to Nila? I can start the day with a burning spirit, while Nila can only stand trembling. But I have to admit, too, his perseverance. He was still trying to hold on, still trying to face his fear. Although I'm sure, it must be the persistence to protect his beloved friend from a vicious predator (i.e., me).

As I said before, we are now in the Permata Indah mall complex, precisely on the path outside the building full of shophouses on the left right. For the exhibition that Suci wants to attend itself, is on the ground floor of the mall building in the middle of this complex area.

When rooted, the length of the complex area of this mall (building, the outside of the building, shophouses lined up, to the parking lot) takes at least 15-20 minutes to walk from one side to the other, from the front gate to the back gate.

“Buy ice cream!” holy Pinta started, after seeing the shophouse with a bright red signpost with a cute snow mascot. “Holy want to cool-cold!” continued later.

“Yes, yes,” I say half excited.

Well, if I don't think much about this and that, actually seeing an innocent and carefree Saint gleefully like a fun little kid as well. If he doesn't transform into a ‘C’ personality, there's nothing to worry about at all.

I stepped quietly, following Sacred who was running around impatiently buying ice cream, leaving Nila who hissed refusing all the help I offered.

I NEED to remind you once again how focused Holy is on a thing, until he is completely distracted. If he was focused, he would forget about everything around him (like when Gen bullied, or when drawing the tailed spider yesterday). But, if Saints had started to get distracted, he would instead find it difficult to refocus on such a thing.

How else, it's two different personalities, right?

Forgetting the exhibition, Suci is more interested in walking here and there, running around chasing shophouses or unique store stands from one place to another. Starting from selling food or drinks, going to clothing stores, even gift accessories, anyway whatever it is that can entertain him.

“See this,” invite the Saints while visiting the store stand peddling cold yogurt. With the attractions displayed in serving the buyer, of course, every customer feels amazed, even interested in buying it.

“So you just ate ice cream, right? Have you forgotten that even the head hurts? Don't overdo it, dong!” my advice to the Saints.

“But Saints want this!”

“Why not the others? There's still a lot of options, right? Anyway, how's the show? What if we're late and the show's closing? You go here to go to the exhibition or buy snacks, anyway?”

“GAK! The saints want this! Suci also bought Mama's money, right? Ragib is too busy! Nila, come here!” force the Saint to take out a tantrum.

“...” although Saints said the fact, somehow I can only petrify.

“Finally,” says Nila slowly. “Soaring!” he then approached the Saints. Nila who from the beginning was like frightened and panicked, could finally feel a little calm despite being forced. However, there is one thing that never changes. His attitude towards me still gave cold eyes, a stern expression, with a rude action, feeling that everything around him was the wrong thing, except Sacred. This girl he was holding was the only absolute truth for Nila.

Well, not that I want to protest either.

Here, I simply contemplate the Saints, keeping the promise of what was previously agreed upon. Unfortunately, everything happened before I knew the personality of Sacred's ‘C’.

I can only follow whatever the Saints want to do, like a slave who can only agree to what his master gives. It is inappropriate to give a personal opinion, it is inappropriate to give input.

But, somehow seeing this age-inappropriate Sacred behavior made my little heart want to give him advice or all sorts of things. Forbid him from doing anything excessive, told him to do something I thought was better. But what do I expect? Precisely because of his age-inappropriate behavior is what makes Saints very difficult to manage and be invited to cooperate.

I'm sure Nila wants to do the same thing, right?

Or just my prasangkaku?

Whether Nila just wanted to show off her closeness to Saints, was this because Nila was depressed with the surroundings, I don't know which Nila's motives were correct. I think, Nila should also want to give advice to her best friend. However, unlike in the Holy house, this time Nila did not snap much, doing nothing much, except being similar to me. Just to be his Sacred slave, to continue agreeing to whatever he wanted to do.

Licking it to the flanks, with no remnants to miss, kept trying to get closer to the Saints than anything in this world. In fact, I think Nila will be a person who understands more about Saints than Saints themselves.

Once I tried once to give advice with good intentions, which is when the Holy continued to throw money and are wasteful, consumerist, buy anything on the basis of his desire and desire to entertain himself.

Wanna how? Start by buying three ice creams, one large glass of cold drink filled with ice (which is not used up), spiral fries (still not exhausted), and a large glass of cold drink, until accessories or clothes that are considered funny by Suci and Nila when we start entering the mall building. Starting from glasses with heart-shaped lenses, some hats, shining earrings, then sneakers that are not cheap, the price is not cheap, until buying tickets to play at the arcade which turned out to produce some hairy stuffed animals.

I'm actually surprised Sacred managed to win the claw machine game.

I thought they were scams?

Anyway, there are a lot of unimportant things that Saints buy and do, which basically have nothing to do with our main purpose of going to the Permata Indah mall complex. That is to go to a painting exhibition, which I don't know if we can still visit it or not.

It's very uncomfortable, I complained.

Not only did I leave with compulsion, the Holy nature of it just as casually made things even more messy.

“Ragib many protests. Hitherto. Cepet here!” another Sacred Snatch in front of the ghost house. “Suci can't wait, nih! Very slow ragib. Guys but useless! How about, anyway!?”

“You guys are heavy, you know! Besides, I don't want to go into a haunted house. I'll wait outside.”

“Ragib scared, huh? Hehe-hehe, hehe. Come on in, let's not be afraid! Cepet!” holy Pull on both my hands—which actually does not help at all—to approach one side of the mall section which features a dark-looking haunted house rides, full of blood accessories, and, the fragrance of jasmine flowers and delicious night, there are even many people who look like ghosts from pocong to kuntilanak who welcome us at the front door.

“Please, tickets for three? At once drop the goods?” asked a woman in a delicate voice behind the administration desk with a pale makeup full of artificial wounds.

“Bertiga! Three! Enter the haunted house! Yes!” holily shouted enthusiastically while prancing around with one hand tied to me.

After exchanging the red money with three tickets that were put to hand, we put the goods in the place that has been provided (only the actual Holy luggage), we were immediately welcomed into the dark room with some red light accents. “May you enjoy it, yes!” said the gentle woman behind the administration desk before I suddenly forgot what I really felt inside this haunted house ride.

Whether it was a cry full of fear, whether it was a happy cry, I could barely tell the difference. To be sure, Saints really enjoyed it.

“He-hehe-hehehe, HEHEHEH!” kekehnya like just listening to the joke of a stand up comedy show as soon as we wagged the black cloth at the exit. We finally returned to reality, back to the mall full of people and maximum illumination, no more solitude and a dimly lit, red room with ghosts on the left-right.

“Hah-hah, huh, huh!” in contrast to Saints, I actually came out in sweat, especially cold sweat, with a very relieved feeling.

I looked to the side, apparently the glasses girl who pulled my clothes reluctantly also gave a feeling of relief. Upon realizing that he had come out and returned to reality, his pull on my shirt was released, hissing back, clasping Holy again.

Is this progress? I thought I realized that Nila and I had one other thing in common, which was to reject the Saints who wanted to re-enter the haunted house again.

No, deh. I don't want any more.

I no longer want to feel lost, go around looking for a way out, and always go back to the first way. Confusion as to why I was in the wilderness, even though I was sure that I was still in the modern mall building. With the sounds of screaming or crying babies, there were also uncomfortable laughs heard all over, until the cold atmosphere gripped the skin.

There are also many events that make the atmosphere even more gripping like being pelted by flowers or leaves that are intentional, touched from behind by something I don't know what, feet that are grasped by hands from behind a bush, accidentally hit by a trap hung like a pocong, felt followed by something because indeed a ghost followed us from behind, the presence of a creepy doll that dwells in the corner, and the, or a surprise from another doll that appears suddenly.

“You're weak! Don't want any more? Come!”

“Gak. Thanks.”

“Come, dong! Holy payin, here! Gim-” before Suci can chatter further to persuade and invite to enter the haunted house rides again, Nila first pulled her hand to go away from this area of assistance again.

Good job, Nila!

Luckily, Nila had an unpleasant experience in this haunted house. So that he could reject Saints, invite him to go somewhere else. Because his best friend is pushy, Suci can not protest or issue a tantrum that is too great.

Taking the Holy luggage that was left out earlier, I immediately followed these two sadistic girls with a bit of enthusiasm.

Especially because of knowing the desire of Nila who wants this all ended as soon as possible. We went to the ground floor, went to visit the initial destination of this sightseeing event, namely going to a painting exhibition that is in the middle of the mall in the open (which apparently does not require visitors to pay or register first if you want to see and enjoy it).

Finally Holy attention can be diverted, can be transformed back into a ‘A’ personality that can be very focused to forget everything around him. In fact, when I looked at it from the side, I could clearly see that the holy eyes were shining again just like when I first met him. Not only did his focus return, his head movements became fast again like the neck of an animal that saw prey around him.

Though, Sacred did not say a single broken, his mouth did not move unless it opened slightly showing a sense of awe. But, it felt like I could hear Saints being said to me with her eyes full of stars, “This is amazing.”

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Finally the nightmare of the Ragib happened too

Ragib and Suci really walk WKWKWKWK

Together with Nila of course yekan and can be seen how troublesome these roads ...

Welcome back, guys!

What happens if Suci really enters the haunted house again, huh?

What if these roads were truly controlled as Holy?

WKWKWKWKWKW

Fortunately, Suci was back in focus again.

But is this good news? hmmmmmmmm

Btw …

See you next time;)

Wait every week for the new chapter, yes!