Satan, Holy, Human
Chapter 9: I Hate This Girl
NOW we're in the city transport car. A car that consists of only two parts
front seat for the driver and one passenger, and rear section
consists of two elongated seats facing each other on the side of the car body, with
the glass is also elongated. This glass can sometimes be opened, sometimes broken
clogged accidentally can not be opened by the car owner.
While sitting with some passengers, I stared in wonder about
the Holy Presence who was now raising its legs, sat kneeling on top
this elongated chair, holding the window sill, gazed at the entire scene
we pass (which consists of the bustle of the city, not the scenery
nature is fun).
What is this girl thinking? Why is he so passionate? Isn't that
we just go to his house? But the gift that the Holy One gave was like a child
curious about going on vacation, curious about what is at the end of the journey.
If he does go to his house, it means he has done this often, he said,
don't you?
But, from her still shining eyes, she seemed to see something that
new in front of him. No longer the usual routine scenery passed inside
travel to and from school.
Where are we going? I don't know either.
But, I don't know why I still don't feel restless and start panicking.
After being forcibly pulled by the Saints from the small garden beside the corridor
school, we went to the front gate of the school, but took a short turn to
entering the security guard post. Without greetings, without any introduction, the Saint immediately opened
the door and enter the security room are visible in it two screens that
shows the results of the surveillance camera. While recording something in
indoor security guard, Suci yells happily “Home, home!” uncaringly
approximate.
Luckily, this man who is about 40 years old does not feel disturbed
by the presence of the Saints, though he was a security guard in charge of maintaining security.
It can be seen with his white shirt uniform, black tie, tie
gold-bodied waist, also black cotton pants, batons are associated in
side belt, to the attached walkie-talkie communication object
on his chest.
This man is a real security guard, not a so-called security guard, or security guard
fake whose job is only to lure people around.
The expression above his face was indeed a little curious about the arrival
which suddenly. But, it was still not an expression of shock or all sorts. With
slightly pockmarked face acne scars, mustache and shaved beard, shaved,
his hair was thin, this man actually gave a curious smile with
my presence, not the Saints.
“From yesterday you were back and forth, Gib. Not home?” ask the security guard
this Imam called me while holding the newspaper and sitting on top
plastic chair. This security guard post is actually slightly larger than the security guard post
another, because it has a small roofed terrace on the outside that consists of
table built with cement. On the table was a television
small tubes, coffee, and food on a plate covered in paper. Subsequent to
patio, there is also the security guard post room itself that I can not see with
clearly other than Sacred and the two monitors.
“Kkkk! I'm also busy playing TTS, sir. Not home? Howsoever
wife news, sir? Kkkkk,” my laughter answered Mr. Imam.
“Ah, you are my ingetin. I haven't come home because my wife is
still angry at home. Mending relaxed first before getting scolded again, right?”
replied the Imam spread out the newspaper while leaning back casually in his chair. “You
hows it? I thought I was gone? To the station again, huh?”
"KKkkkkkkat. Well, a lot of ter—"
Before I could answer any further, Saints nimbly came out of the
security room while holding his blue backpack. Without
pamit—except his happy shout to rumah—he went straight past Pak
Imam, pull my hand back to go out the gate. Then, we
cross the street casually until protested by the horns of many
the driver, but finally arrived across the street with a heart
almost dislodged. Can't he focus on crossing the street?
Not waiting for a calmer condition, Suci immediately withdrew my hand again
to walk on the sidewalk, to wait for the transport of the city in green with
two white lines. When it appeared, Sacred then called out to him, directly
climb it, and here we are. I'm the one who sat furrowing my eyebrows, too
The happy saint stared at the bottleneck in the middle of the road.
TURNS out, the journey wasn't as complicated as I thought. After coming down from
city transportation (Suci had taken a wrong step and almost fell), we
entering the road without a sidewalk large enough for two cars to pass. However,
this road does not look like a residential street. Next, we
tracing this path silently, under the moon that slowly showed
himself. It was getting late at night, it was getting dark. But, uh,
the energy that the Saints have felt like there has been no change since we met
at school a few dozen minutes ago.
As people say, Saints never really can
focus on what is in front of him, unless something purely comes from
from his own world. In fact, we are walking ‘pulang’ (whether
whether we really go home or not). But it feels holy to be
pretty bad direction. He didn't explain anything, he didn't
answer my question sufficiently.
“What road is it?”
“Go home,” answer without turning.
“Do you know this road?”
“Yes. Way home!” he answered again, without looking, still with
jovial voice.
“Is home...means going home to your house?”
“Return... ya go home?”
And after that, I decided not to ask further.
In addition to communication that does not work so well, Saints too
sometimes it is like a lost child who is confused about what he is doing
by oneself. Like the example earlier, after getting off the city transport car he
even run for joy without paying first. I got snapped too, though,
pay with a little embarrassment.
Next, when there is a sleeping cat perched on
one of the walls of the residents' house, the concentration of the Sacred was disturbed and chose to
playing with the cat for a long time (because he also
I'm drawing the cat). No sign of going home, nothing
holy Signs want to end their activity. But, without warning, when I
crouching exhausted, Suci disappeared into the darkness of the night, making me so
child victim missing.
There was also when Suci went to the mini market, greeting her cashier base, stale,
go fetch the food he wants, eat it on the spot (four careless
drop the bread), then leave without paying. I just stared confused, though,
not believing and not wanting to believe what I just witnessed.
Has the cashier memorized the Sacred's behavior?
Does this mean we are close to his residence?
In addition to troublesome activities, there are also other Sacred actions that
explain how childish this girl is. On the road (without
sidewalk), there is a road border with a slightly faded paint. To me
on its own, it doesn't really mean anything, other than a boundary for pedestrians
walk. However, Sacred instantly stretched out his hand, walking over the line
the roadblock, as if walking on a dangerous wooden board.
If the line was cut off, the Saints would try not to step on the black asphalt, either,
it was as if the asphalt was dangerous red lava, or perhaps fire
hell, it could be acid. I don't know what, it's not something
must tread.
Unfortunately, Suci was immediately distracted again by his focus on a house that
it looks so grand and luxurious. With a clean white wall fence, the,
some gold ornaments decorate, also the iron fence that is half open
showing a car being washed outside the garage. Then there's the white pillar
which supports the second floor, to the garden in the corner of the terrace filled with various
mini pool plants and waterfalls.
Actually, if you think about it again when we enter this area,
the houses that lie on the left-right consist of various houses
sumptuous. But, perhaps because the Saints were busy with non-existent affairs
related to the house, even I am tired of keeping the Holy, I am not too
take a headache to observe.
Together with Saints, I looked out over the goals of this magnificent house, until my focus
solved with another Sacred plain action to carelessly open the fence
and let himself in as he is the owner of this house.
Suddenly, I chased after him and tried to stop him
more in troublesome people “Keep out! We can't be as displeased
get into the house of someone like this!” I cried while (finally revenge)
drawing the Holy Hand.
But, Saints just tilted her head, looked at me confusedly, then pulled
his hand from my grasp. “It's home,” the thrill then.
I was amazed, I froze.
Until Suci climbed up the porch stairs, opened the front door with a key
from the pockets of her skirt, a happy laugh announced her who had come home on
whole house. I was still surprised, even my mouth was wide open, no
I believe in what just happened.
INSIDE the large living room, visible chandelier used also for the second floor, wall
all-white displaying paintings, green plants in pots in the corner of the room, and,
flat television with a width of five steps on the right, up to a low table
of shiny marble and glass on it. Here, I sit with
awkward on a luxurious sofa with a cream-colored decoration and a little gold.
Awkward to realize I've entered a stranger's house, in particular
the girl I met hasn't been a day. Awkward because confused how to
dealing with people I don't know. Awkward with the luxury
I finally felt it again. Awkward to feel the warmth of the definition of the house
by oneself.
Awkward because of past memories?
When was the last time I could go home proud and happy?
Before mom yang—
…
“You want tea, coffee, or juice?” ask someone from the right. I
looking up a little, I saw a woman who was about 30 years old,
the hair is bunned, dressed like a nurse.
“Ah? Nothin. A-white water only,” I replied nervously.
“SUCI MAU ICE ORANGE!” shouted the girl sitting across from me,
limited by this low table only.
“But Mbak... now it's night time. The lady will be angry,
loh?”
“I serve hot chocolate milk, yes,” advanced nurse women with
quieter.
“Mamaaaaa!” the Holy Shout let out a tantrum, while the female nurse
just smiling knots don't really care. He went towards the more part of the house
within, leaving the Saint who crossed his arms with a stern expression
seeking attention. Nevertheless, Sacred's focus was diverted again. Seen from
his eyes were looking here and there, followed by a head that moved quickly, and,
like he was looking for entertainment that could treat his frustration.
Until he finally finds a television remote tucked inside
sofa, Holy nimble took it, he directed it to the big television for
lighted it.
Apparently, the television was featuring a cartoon that told
a group of female companions who can transform into fairies, who
on duty to rescue their friend who was kidnapped by something evil
(that's why I don't focus on watching). The film is dominated by color
bright especially pink, a lot of songs and dances that his character does, he said,
with a lot of transformation scenes that the characters do very elegantly.
Wait for. In this movie, are animals characters able to speak?
What title? The Magic of Fairy Dust?
Actually, I'm not protesting either. It's just that, the whole animal character in
this film reminds me of the images made by Saints.
Speaking of Saints, I turned my face away from the television to see it
being enthusiastic with more shining and sparkling eyes. Seems to,
Saints really enjoyed this movie. It could be seen from his wide open mouth,
sometimes he stands curious, or follows movements
the elegant transformation that characters make in the film.
“Ohohoho, sorry for my delay,” exclaims someone in sight
approach this living room from the inside of the house. She is a woman
the one who was about 40 years old, had a bun of blonde hair as well, she said,
the skin of the face as well as the whole white and toned shiny, blue eyes that
fascinated me, wearing a loose light blue sweater, cotton pants
loose is also cream-colored, and her footwear wears home sandals
feathery. “Suci, you're home?” continued the woman.
“Mamaaaa! Holy home!”
“Ohoho, my son is home!”
Leaving the new film he enjoyed with all his heart, Sacred
immediately turned his focus to welcome the arrival of the woman who
she called that Mama. That's mommy? I don't think I believe it. So
the woman sat down beside the Saint, the Saint hugged her tightly, asking
his head to be petrified, they began to forget the surroundings
like the world belongs to only two.
“Why are you staying here? Not directly to the room?”
“Ma, we found a spider in the school! Strange, Ma!”
“Tailed spider? How can you, yes?”
“Don't know Saints either. Wonder. That's why I didn't go home straight away. Hehe-hehe, man,
hehehe!”
“Keep, besides what is it at school?”
“Oh, yes! There was an Indonesian language study. He was told to read poetry
fore. Nobody wants to except Saints, Ma!”
“Wiiih, Great Saints, huh? How anyway? You read his poetry?”
“Current dong! Great saint, right? Hehe! But who made that sprain
maths. Too easily. Yasudah, Suci just eat to the canteen.”
“But Saints have permission to his teacher?”
“…”
“Suci..?” asked the Holy Mother with a gemulai.
“U-already? Likely already? Yep. Might? Sacred forgot? Hehe.”
“Suci….? Hm?”
“Eng-not like..”.
“Can't do that anymore, huh? If you want to go to the cafeteria or
toilet, must be permission first with the teacher. Disrespectful. Don't repeat again, huh?”
call the woman while continuing to caress the Holy black hair, but with
a more serious expression.
Furthermore, Suci and Mama continued to tell me about the whole incident
what happened to Saints today at school, which made me a little
curious and pervades the story as well. Maybe because it's the only one
the amusement?
Maybe it's because I'm still asking why I
trapped in the Holy House? I'm not complaining too much because
this comfortable sofa, really.
Slowly but surely, as I heard the voice and the conversation between mother and
the child is full of warmth and affection, nervousness and panic that will
my consumption suddenly disappeared. I was absorbed in by the stories
An energy-filled, attentive, enthusiastic saint.
However, over time not only was my consciousness being absorbed out.
Memories buried deep in the heart are also dug out, especially around
warm life in a big house. Like falling into a deep well,
finally the rescue was made. No bluffing, no resistance to
resist. This memory slowly took my consciousness, started to hallucinate
about a similar scene.
Though, I still stared and heard Saints and Mama alone. At
in front of me they were still telling me, Saints were still being caressed, the two were still hugging.
Only the two of them, two women who love each other.
However, slowly my senses began to numb. I can no longer
moving my body, I could no longer hear what the Saints were saying, except
my own heartbeat. I could no longer breathe the fresh scent that came
from the room fragrant, can no longer feel the cold all over the body
after the night trip home from school, I could no longer taste my saliva
from the beginning there was no taste.
I could only look, stare, look, watch the Holy Mouth
keep moving, his hands moving around
engineering an event or object, its gestures that change along with
his expression, with the hand of the woman—Mama Suci—who kept stroking his head, continued,
sometimes a surprised gasp shuts his mouth after hearing the incident
Saints tell.
Along with senses that I can no longer feel other than the gaze of the eye,
my heart was also beating hard. My mouth stammered, my sight began
blurring is not focused. My head hurts like it was pierced by thousands of tiny needles
from various directions, to severe pain.
My breath slowly gasped again, I began to feel the water flowing in
temple side. Slowly but surely, I even saw Holy Mama doing
transformation, just like the characters in television.
Her blond hair turned dark brown, her white skin color as well
turned into mature sapodilla, until the color of his eyes that turned brown
old-fangled.
Mother…?
Why is this girl in mom's arms? Why do you hug someone else?
Watch out! You just disturb!
You don't deserve to be there! I am a real mother's son!
My hand was elongated, like it could reach two women in front of me
in one hand. Is space and time changing? I
feel this room wriggling and stretching. I feel that I can
grabbing the two of them, it could separate this strange girl who was hugging my mother
by oneself.
I hate this girl.
Just go! Get out of mom's arms!
The closer I got, the more confident I was that I could separate the two decks
this female. Separate forcefully, separate with all the emotions during
it's gathered in the heart. If necessary, I fight the whole space and time in
the world, I put away the science that exists, only to change positions with
the girl in front.
But, before I can actually separate the licks between the two
the woman in front, first my back was pelted with something. That throw
strong, quite painful throw, not accidentally throw. This
throws that are done with a certain motive, throws that make
the point of gravity under my feet was completely gone, losing control of the
equilibria. As a result, I had to fall forward, ready to come along
embrace with Saints and Mama.
Saints and Mama?
WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING? sorry later.
The problem is, everything has already happened. I'm gonna fall down
falling down, I can't dodge anymore. I just have to be ready to face
the impact that will definitely occur after this embarrassing incident.
“Kkkk! Ouch, sorry. Saw you guys hugging, so wanted to come along
also,” kekehku trying to defend himself when hugging.
But of course I still have my pride. I didn't linger along
cuddle up with them, get up straight up, ready to apologize
more worthily. The thing is, my hand is not on something
a strong man who can take me up. I suddenly slipped I don't know what, though,
along with the nurse who was carrying drinks.
Practically, I fell back down, taking the nurse to
it fell too, along with the entire drink and glass on the tray.
Everything falls down, everything is messy, everything falls apart.
At least, I can tell the perpetrator of all this mess is a
the girl who came from the front door, was in an awkward position
he said he just threw something. This girl is wearing
round glasses, long wavy hair over his shoulders, his stature
similar to the Holy stature. This girl gave an angry, shocked expression,
disgusted, everything is mixed up, who are also still both wearing uniforms, he said,
although not a uniform with a white shirt and a grey-rimmed skirt like us.
His uniform consists of a white shirt with a black stripe on his collar, a blazer
dark blue, red tie in front of chest, and dark blue skirt with texture
the white boxes.
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Suddenly Rajib writhing the figure of his mother again curled Suci?
But more importantly...THAT'S WHO DESTROYS THE ATMOSPHERE????
THROWING STUFF INTO THE YEAST??
Welcome again, guys!
About the real Ragib who really this is going to be how will ya?
His condition was really uncomfortable for him!
Btw …
See you next time;)
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