The Eye of the Spirit
One Class
..."Ever since I met you, my mood was turned upside down "...
...~Dika~...
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Hapsari spirit stared intently at Dira, Dira's hair stood on his neck goosebumps spread to the ears. Dira looked at Andika with a half-pale face
"Why did you see my cake you saw a ghost?" tanya Dika was annoyed to get such a look from Dira.
Dira immediately lowered his head whether he was confused what to answer. Dira looked back at Dika, Dira glanced to the left Hapsari's bloodied face looking at him sharply.
"Must be strong, Astaghfirullah must be strong Allahu Akbar O Allah protect Dira," Dira said.
"Get aside, I'm going through!" snapped Dika.
Dira shifted to the side two steps gave way to Dika. Dika walked away from Dira to her class. Dira closed his left eye with his hair and one hand so that he did not see Hapsari's spirit.
"Guru's room, where is it?" inner Dira eyes carefully examine each space passed until it is at the end of the school building space one block.
"Guru's room, thank God you've finally met," Dira muttered to herself with a faint smile.
"Assalamu'alaikum, sorry my mother's father Dira is a new student." said Dira as he introduced himself.
One of the male teachers stood up to walk up to Dira.
"You're a transfer student from Beetle High School?" ask the teacher.
"Yes sir, I'm Andira" replied Dira.
"I Syarifuddin, call me Mr. Sharif," said Mr. Syarif.
"Yes sir Sharif," said Dira.
"Are you having eye pain, huh Dira?" asked sir Sharif was surprised to see Dira close her left eye.
"Oh this sir, yes again my eye pain on the left sir," replied Dira forced to lie.
"Yes, come with me to your class." take Sharif.
"Well sir, thank you." said Dira walking to follow Mr. Sharif behind him.
Throughout the leg follow Mr. Sharif, Dira continued to close his left eye.
CLASSROOMS
THE XII IPS 2
Plang is quite clear hanging above the entrance of the class, from outside the sound of the class like a frenzied market.
Chequek.
"Back to each bench." orders with a flat barito sound but able to make the whole class quiet and orderly.
"For all." Mr. Syarif greeted with his typical Barito voice.
"You are here." Sir Sarif ordered Dira to come closer to him
"Introduce yourself to your friends, Oh yes this is your new friend. New transfer you hope you can be friends with him," said Mr. Syarif.
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh introduce my name Andira you can call Dira transfer from SMU salken beetle all," said Dira to his new friends.
"You're the sacred twin of Riana, yes" joked one of the male students who was sitting near the window of the right-most row of benches
"If Riana had a doll, what would this one bring?" say kinky-haired boy nosed in the country aka pug.
"Bawa lu pesok, make it a tumbala perjaka pesek hahaha," joked the high-bodied student even he sat still seemed as tall as pak Sharif who stood.
All the students couldn't help but laugh, the class became boisterous.
"Wuih, the ladder by the way is never wrong. Can ae lu wkwk," timpal pretty handsome guy haired ala Korean idol.
"Woi! you guys can shut up, brisik knows!" yelled Dika who was sitting in the row of bench no 2 from behind near the closet.
Instantly the atmosphere of the room was quiet all silent.
Dira nodded and walked to the designated bench place. Just 4 steps.
"Rob, move your place behind me!" dika's orders to the kriten called Robi.
"Why do I have to be the boss, the others. Sunny I'll sit there, horror on the bench." refused Robi.
"Cowok what a girl you are! ama bench is scared. Tomorrow you go to school wearing a negligee! Gung Lu is sitting here!" dika's orders stared intently at the Jeongkung called Agung.
"Sorry bro I gave up mending you at 100 times than I was told to sit there," said Agung while raising both his hands up.
"Hans! don't tell me you don't either!" Dika glanced at the face of Idol and only answered with a headband.
"You're whoever's sitting in the backseat of me, I'm gonna give you a million right now!" challenge Dika who not a single student responded to
'The corner of horror' is the stamp given by each student on the bench that is right behind Dika which is located at the corner near the closet.
Somehow almost every student who sat on the bench was always possessed, not once or twice in possession but almost every day. So that makes the bench impressed horror, there was even one of the students who almost committed suicide because of possession by slicing his own pulse.
"You are all cowards! cemen all!" tease Dika who did not get any response from the students of one class.
Dira walked towards the Empty Bench he did not care what Dika said
"You want what you!" snapped when he saw Dira pulling an empty chair behind him
"Gue wants to sit here." replied Dira flat and sat her butt on the chair
"Who told you to sit there! move on!" ketus Dika with a sharp look towards Dira
"Why can't you sit here? I go to this school pay like everyone else, and I have the right to sit anywhere Empty stools that I like and I like this bench," replied Dira flatly not to lose.
Dika fell silent unable to answer the truth of what Dira said even though Dika actually did not like Dira since he first met.
"It's enough you guys don't fight we will start the lesson hours," said Mr. Sharif.
"Bombs!" said Dika standing up from his chair walking out of the classroom.
"Where are you going?" ask Mr. Sharif.
"Toilet! Would you like to be together?" dika Cuek breezed away from class.
"That's when the child changes." murmured Mr. Syarif.
"Let's now get out your textbooks we start the economic lesson chapter 2 go to page 47 still about the basis of accounting," ordered Mr. Sharif.
The students began to take out his book and began to follow the lesson, Dira began to feel the cold at the nape of his neck like someone was blowing.
"Start again, he's coming" murmured Dira softly.
"Yaaaa, I'm coming, aaagggrrr" a sighing voice sounded like a man in pain in Dira's ear.
Dira tried to regulate his breathing, sitting Dira began to fidget. The hair covering his left eye could still see although it was a bit faint.
"Allahu Akbar, La haula wala quwwata illa Billah." Dira began to recite prayers
Dila felt her feet had hands that were groaning. Dira tried to calm down, it seemed like the spirit of Hapsari that Dira had seen in the old building near the library followed him into the classroom.
"Diraaa... Diraaa.. pleasegg!" a voice with ******* is clearly heard in Dira's ear coming from under the table.
Dira tried not to look down under the table, but the flow of blood in his body that had begun to be filled with fear made him curious to see what spirit figure was under the bottom of his desk.
And as soon as he lowered his head under the bottom of the table
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"Yahoooo!!" dira shouted making the entire class shocked and looked at him.
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Terror has begun to haunt Dira. Whether Dira will follow the wishes of the spirit of Hapsari yuk follow the next episode of the Second Eye of Dira do not forget to leave a trace of his like comment and vote.
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