SPIRITS

Episode 3

“Serious, you want to work part time in Diskotek Lipstick?”

Jounatan stuffed his bag into the desk drawer. He's waving. Some of the students of class XI IPA A who had just come made the classroom atmosphere a little boisterous. Leo repeated the question three times.

“But the discotheque was serem, Jou. There's a ghost.”

Jou knitted his eyebrows and looked at Leo. “Who said?”

Leo exhaled. He realized that Jou would never believe his words. Leo sat back. He needs something that can make Jou believe, but what? There's no idea. While of course Jou will not believe the story about urban legend.

“There are curious spirits.” Leo's voice trembled. He moved his seat closer to Jou. They were sitting at one table in class, but this morning Leo was sitting on the bench Nay was in front of them. After all, that jolly chick hasn't appeared yet.

Jou shrugged his shoulders. Phone's vibrating. He pulled out that rectangular thing.

“Elu have to believe ama my story.”

Jou turns his eyes away from the phone screen, staring at Leo. “Oke.”

Actually, Jou was not too interested in hearing the story of han tu and so on. Now all he needs is job information, which accepts high school students like himself. Pe part-time job. And Jou knows that Leo is very maniacal with everything that smells of horror. So Jou is just trying to please his best friend.

“Then,” Leo started the story and fixed the position of his du duk, “gue did not know exactly. He said the event was so around the year 2005.”

Jou.

“There was a murder in the toilet Lipstick discotheque in Block M. The victim's name is Budi. People call him Budi Lupus. Why is it called that, he said he liked chewing gum like Lupus figure in a story written by Hilman Hariwijaya. You know that funny novel?”

“Sure,” Jou says short. He does know the novel from Nay who is a hobby of reading. But just to know, he had never read it.

“Well, from there the mystery begins, Jou.”

“Means?”

“The murder mystery. Who is the killer and what mo tifnya, everything is still tekateki.”

“From the stories circulating,” Leo continues his story. “There have been many people who squirm the sighting of the ghost of Budi Lupus at the discotheque.”

Somehow, when Leo said the apparition, my feather duk Jou stood up. He felt the morning air blowing from the open dela jen suddenly so cold. But Jou quickly dispelled the taste. It's just my feeling.

Leo continued his story. No one knows who killed Budi. Eyewitnesses who found his body did not see anyone in the toilet, other than Budi who was strewn with no blood. There's a snare on his neck. Blood poured out from the prick marks of sharp weapons on his stomach, chest, and back. From the theory expressed by the police, Budi was attacked from behind. Maybe he was urinating, and then someone ambushed him. Stuck his neck and stabbed him many times. But it looks like Budi put up a fight and is not easily defeated. It can be ascertained from the condition of the toilet is messy. Spilled litter boxes, broken and blood-filled sinks, and running tap water.

Jou rubbed his nape. He shudders at the scene from Leo's story.

The class suddenly felt empty. The hustle and bustle of the newly arrived disciple tibatiba vanished. Jou imagines a damp, rarely visited toilet. The atmosphere of the room was maroon, the only illumination was a five-watt light flashing on the ceiling. The sound of tap water falling drop by drop sounded so loud. Then in the corner of the toilet, he saw a figure covered in blood standing while staring intently at him.

Anjrit! I did not imagine that which is not.

“So in my opinion, you don't have to accept Melodi.” offer

Leo's voice just pulled Jou back to the classroom she recognized. The sound is still the same as before. Jou sighed. His gaze and Leo's gaze interlocked for a few de tik, before Jou turned to the window. From the second floor, he could see the children of Victoria High School begin to meet the door of the ger bang.

Looking at the courtyard below, Jou sighed deeply once more, as if the air was only one thing left. His brown eyes grew gloomy, he never had a proper sentence to explain all the difficulties he was facing. He really needs a job. Leo knows that.

“Thanks cares, Bro.” Jou was still looking towards the courtyard. “But you know for yourself, I need this job. I'm sure you'll be all right.”

Leo remained silent. He lost all the words in his head. For some time the two dissolved in silence. Leo Purapura was busy with a cell phone in his hand, opening Twitter. There was no mention or tweet that he wanted to post.

Jou sees Nay stepping on the basketball court. The girl dyed her hair in the style of a ponytail. The back of her hair moves to the left as her legs swing. But that's not what makes Jou reflex lean his body closer to the window. There was a figure walking behind Nay. A figure without a school uniform. The figure is a yellow shirt, the hair is unraveled.

As if consciously being noticed, the figure stopped and looked up. Jou. He swallowed. The figure ... the figure ... flat-faced.

At the same time, Jou smelled something. Smoke ro smell. Stinging. Jou looked towards Leo. The smell came from beside him, but Leo was not smoking. Leo's hand was busy sliding the phone screen. Slowly the smell faded, then it disappeared.

Jou hurriedly looked at Nay who was getting closer to the corridor as if. He wanted to make sure his eyes didn't look wrong. But the yellow-tailed figure had already vanished. Once again Jou gulped. The feather stands.