THE NOURA VAN KEMMERS

Question Bu Anggi

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In this section we will re-enter the story about the life of the character Bayu in the current era.

I drove the bike at above average speed. Fortunately, it's not Monday. Not too jammed. If you don't yell at me, maybe I won't wake up. My sleep is too good. For the last three nights I have been sleep deprived. I used more night time to complete the music arrangement project to prepare for the race. I was training children in song arrangements and traditional music. I'm not good at traditional music, but I'm determined to try it. Not an easy task. Moreover, I want to bring this school to the golden times like in the days of the late Mr. Arthur first, which was to win the title.

My breath began to hunt. One by one the sweat began to drip on the forehead. Soon, I broke through the rat road opposite the small field full of bushes. In the small field, school children used to park the motorized vehicles they brought.

"Good morning, Mr. Bayu!" greet Mr. Sigit, the school security guard while opening the gate for me.

I just nodded with a thin smile. A bad taste began to appear as I walked closer to the picket table. Bu Anggi and Bu Ajeng were sitting facing the left and right corners of the table.

"Sorry Mom, I'm late. It was bad luck waking up" I said slowly.

"It's not too late, sir. Mr. Bayu is three hours, right?" ask Bu Ajeng.

"Eeh, yes Ma'am. I glanced at the teaching schedule that was stuck to the wall. Sure enough, it turns out I teach at the third hour. Huh, already in a hurry, wrong schedule anyway. If I knew I was teaching at three o'clock. Of course I'm not in a hurry.

"Oh yes, Mom. I forgot my schedule today. I went to the teacher's room first, Mom. I was ready and rushed to the teacher's room. The distance of the teacher room with the picket room is quite far. Sitting for a while in the teacher room while enjoying a cup of coffee might relax me after my energy drained from the rush earlier.

"Sir Bayu, wait a minute!" call Bu Anggi. I'm turning.

"Can I talk to you for a minute. There's something I want to ask. But later sir, if you are free," pinta Bu Anggi.

"Ready Ma'am" I replied.

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My work started at the third hour. And now I'm still struggling with the preparation of the race with the kids. It's three in the afternoon. I sat down with the kids and showed them the arrangement of the song I made a few days ago. A good job took up my night's sleep.

Noura seemed to understand my busyness. He was silent when he met me in the room. Looked at me for a while and then left again. The moment I was shocked, I felt his touch on my feet. The golden rose scent that signified his arrival brought me darting straight into the dream. In the morning, he touched my feet again to wake me up. But it wasn't powerful enough when compared to Mama's booming voice that always managed to wake me up.

"Mr Bayu hasn't come home yet?" a voice surprised my daydream. I'm turning. It turned out to be Bu Anggi.

"Not yet ma'am. Still guiding the kids to the exercises." After chatting in a stale manner around the race preparation, Bu Anggi started asking me. The question surprised me enough.

"So this is Mr. Bayu. I was just curious about my son Rizky's words. Rizky said that he at that time saw the figure of Dutch Noni at the house of Pak Bayu. The Dutch noni was sitting near Pak Bayu. And Rizky's curiosity continued at home. He just kept talking about the Dutch Noni he saw at Pak Bayu's house," said Bu Anggi. His expression began to tremble in fear.

"Is it true sir what my son saw? does Pak Bayu know about the Dutch Noni?"

Waduh how is this? do I have to tell Bu Anggi everything about Noura. I am sure, from the look in his eyes, Bu Anggi has believed that his son's story about Noni Netherlands is true.

"My son is indigo, sir. He can see invisible things. And for some reason he was very excited with the figure of Dutch Noni he saw at the house of Pak Bayu. Until this morning he was still asking, "Mum Anggi bit his lip. It seems that Bu Anggi is also very curious.

"Sometimes I get frightened by what my son sees. Thank God he never got weird like trance for example because often see subtle creatures. But yeah it's pretty annoying too,"

"Hmmmm, actually yes Ma'am what Rizky saw about the Dutch Noni in the house that I occupied was right Ma'am, "doubtfully I finally replied. Bu Anggi.

"Noura Van Kemmers. He was the son of the first owner of the house I occupied. He died about eighty years ago. But he didn't bother Mom. Honestly, I interacted with Noura a lot. And in my family, only I can see and interact with her." Bu Anggi was surprised. His face suddenly turned pale.

"Is that really Mr Bayu?" ask Bu Anggi again.

"It was fitting that Rizky saw Mr. Bayu was chatting with the Dutch Noni. It means true what Rizky said," he said again.

"True Ma'am. But Noura is a good ghost. He never bothered or scared. He often talks to me. Like a human being, he needs a friend. He used to tell me about his family life a lot,"

Then I started to tell you in detail about Noura Van Kemmers. About his life history to the cause of his death. Bu Anggi listened to my story while nodding. I also advised Ms. Anggi not to tell my family about Noura Van Kemmers, let alone Mama and Ratna.

Seriate.