SPIRIT AND DEATH

REAL FACE

I sharpened my gaze and continued to stare at Ms. Marisa nonstop, until something I didn't know made me quite strong surprise. "Astagfirullah azim thing," I said spontaneously when I saw a small beam of light from two sources, like an eyeball behind Ms. Marisa's hair.

"Can I help you?" asked Ma Merisa while looking at me sharply.

"Sorry Mom, I'm just surprised."

"All right .. It's okay. If there is a problem with me, any of you, please leave this room! or you can report to the campus, so that I am not assigned again in this class," he said in a cold and firm tone of voice.

"Oh my goodness .. he's like a bomb. You're not papa, are you, Sarah? " ask Dinda who is leaning her body towards me.

"Yes .." I replied, nodding my head and looking at Ms. Marisa's back.

I once saw a heart that was lost like that of Bu Puji, but within the gaze of his eyes there was still a lot of warmth and love. However, this woman is very different. When she looked at me, I felt like I was standing alone in the snow country without wearing any clothes.

The lecture process begins. Without paying attention to others, Ms. Marisa continues to explain the material of human psychology. While I was, I kept paying attention to her and felt that what she was displaying right now, was very different from the attitude and soul of the real Ms. Marisa.

Either what kind of wound had scratched his life, so that he became frozen even helped. Apparently there are still humans in this world who suffer far more than me. I said in my heart.

70 Minutes passed, Ms. Marisa turned her body back and looked at all the eyes that were only on her. "If you have any questions, send them by e-mail! Next week I will answer with the discussion." Then he left the class without saying a sweet greeting or closing word.

"Mysterious!" I said unconsciously.

*****

1 week later.

On the same day and hour, I met Marisa again in class. But this time something was different. Ms. Marisa was previously able to hide her pale face with a natural beauty from within her, but not this time. It was like a living corpse.

I tried to turn my attention to her, but something happened.When Marissa faced the blackboard, I suddenly saw something fall from her neck.

I try to see it very clearly and in great detail. It was like the face of a child, but in an inverted state. More precisely, his legs cover Bu Marisa's neck while her hands extend down (Facing towards the ground with their backs meeting/clashing).

Those eyes stared intently at my eyes. Suddenly I heard a clear voice from a small voice, "Please .." he said, shedding tears of blood, so that it soaked her long, wavy hair and dripped on the classroom floor (Based on my eyesight).

Can't bear to see such pain, without me noticing my body standing up and running towards Ms. Marisa. With a breath of breath, I greeted him gently. Sorry ma'am .. "I said while looking at the right side of her body.

"I'm not done yet" she said, and Marisa turned her face to me. Then suddenly he fell unconscious.

I was very surprised and confused, did not catch his body when he fell until his head hit the classroom floor. Instantly the other friends immediately stood up and lifted Ms. Marisa's body and took her to the health room.

"What's wrong?" asked Feli while holding my left shoulder.

"Feli there's something wrong and I'm pretty sure. We have to help in this, but I don't know what's really going on. I can only see the painful sight of someone who must have a close relationship with Ms. Marisa" I said as I quickly stepped foot to accompany Ms. Marisa.

"If so, you ask permission from another lecturer to take Ms. Marisa home, while I accompany Ms. Marisa."

"Again Fel."

I immediately went to the lecturer's room and asked permission for the picket lecturer to allow me to accompany and take Ms. Marisa home, assisted by Feli and Rian. At that time, we got the permission.

After listening to my words, Ms. Marisa immediately nodded her head without answering any questions from me. But I understand that he agrees with my words.

With the address guidelines Ms. Marisa gave us, we immediately drove her to her house. Upon arrival there, we were greeted by one of the household assistants who was quite old.his name was Mbok Yani and he was about 50 years old.

"Oh my goodness .. Why are you, Non?" asked with her voice clear.

"Mbok, we take Miss Marisa to her room first, then you should be given a warm and sweet drink so that her stamina is restored," said Feli calmly.

After laying Ms. Marisa on her bed, we walked out of her room to the living room. I don't want to leave him at this moment. I don't know why, I clearly feel that all of this should be resolved as soon as possible.

While waiting for the mbok to take care of Ms. Marisa, I opened an album that looked neatly arranged in a closet not far from the sofa chair in the living room. I opened the first page and all I saw was Ms. Marisa's very pretty face with simple makeup with a man in a romantic and sweet pose.

On the 5th page, I saw Ms. Marisa wearing white kebaya clothes accompanied by the same man as in the first page photo with a black suit. Underneath there is a description stating the wedding.

In my heart I said, this is the husband of Ms. Marisa.

I still want to continue my gaze on Ms. Marisa's real face which is very beautiful to me. On the 15th sheet I saw Ms. Marisa holding hands with a little girl and right then and there, my heart suddenly beat as if giving me a bad feeling about the girl.

From every photo I see, I can conclude that Ms. Marisa is a very expressive person with her charming smile and shady face. Then how could such a perfect-looking woman like this be so terrifying right now? I asked in my heart while taking a long breath.

Braaac

Suddenly fitting a photo caged in a golden yellow frame on a size 10 R perched on the wall, falling with its glass scattering.

"Astagfirullah azim thing .." said the three of us at the same time.

Me and Feli who were not feeling well for fear of being considered noisy and messing up, immediately stood up and intended to clean the glass fragments. I held up the photo upside down and it turned out to be the same photo of the little girl I had just seen on the album. What the hell is going on with you? I am in my heart without a sound.

"Norris ... Sarah ... Sarah!" call Feli and I just realized it.

"Don't daydream!" he said it reminded me of what I shouldn't do.

"Yes, Felix. Thanks." Thanks."

Before long the mbok came and immediately helped us clean the broken glass that was scattered on the shiny white floor.

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