The Paranormal Academy

Prologues

“Pak Borneo Prabagas!” The voices of people were calling from the crowd.

A young man in a shabby jacket looked puzzled looking for the direction of the voice. His sleep-deprived eyes caught too much glare among the passersby at Soekarno Hatta Airport.

“Pak Borneo Prabagas!” The voice sounded again.

The young man in a shabby jacket found small-bodied fathers waving their hands. The young man knew this man was a man. All he had to do was follow where the man was going.

Called Borneo. Commonly called Neo. He just got off from Banjarmasin flight – Jakarta. He was the only journalist allowed to be on the scene of the downing of a commercial plane in Borneo five days ago.

He was following people he did not know. Sometimes passing through areas that are not for the public. Until they get to the parking lot. One of the cars was waiting for him.

“This is our psychic!” A thunderous voice greeted Neo from the person sitting in front.

Neo who entered from behind had already thought that he would meet this man. A big intel senior. His friend, a journalist, introduced him when a plane crashed in Papua three years ago.

“Indeed Neo is second to none!” the intel half praised the mockery. “But don't say for months more rich dong yesterday. Wanted very difficult. Kirain died you were eaten by a tiger. Where are you going?”

“Custom, semedi,” said Neo origin replied. What he wanted now was to find a place to fall and

sleeps. No one knew months ago that Neo disappeared. And now he needs to talk to someone. But for days he had not found the right time.

Neo sat back. Outside the car was parked. Next to Neo were office-looking gentlemen busy looking for something in his leather bag. Behind the wheel, a young man with a pouty hair had started the engine of the car.

The black sedan carrying Neo has left the airport. The person next to Neo thrust out an envelope

large.

“20 million. Calculate first!” the words of the office-looking fathers.

Neo doesn't care about the numbers. He counts just for pleasantries. This rewards him for having found the black box of the crashed plane. But it wasn't the black box that was thinking in his head. But the bodies were strewn across the riverbed among the wreckage of the plane.

Pretty, make a walk.” Intel was making fun of it again, just making a carefree atmosphere. “Lifting you open a paranormal practice aja Neo, rather than being a journalist.” He chuckled, followed by his friend next door who was holding the steering wheel.

“You can't say anything about that black box. Please read and sign here.” The person pointed at the bottom on the second sheet.

Neo didn't read it. He already knows the contents. He immediately put his signature on his behalf.

“Neo custom, just formality,” says the intel.

Neo mangosteen pretentious to understand. But he could see a gun behind that intel leather jacket. Neo believes that if he told you anything about the black box, the gun would bark in front of him.

The car's out on the toll. The intel asks where the fathers next to Neo are going down. Gentlemen

it mentions the building of one of the agencies. Then the intel asked Neo to be patient waiting for his turn to be delivered.

“Or you come with us Neo. Ordinary, find a girl,” said the intel was joking.

Neo smiled pleasantries. His eyes are getting heavy. The dense streets outside sometimes become blurred. But suddenly something outside made his eyes open. A place that wakes Neo up about his past.

“Stop, stop here. I'm down here,” Neo said.

The intel wonder. But he kept telling his friend to pull the car over. Neo hurriedly said goodbye and

get out of the car quickly.

“You sure get off here Neo?” ask the intel from the window.

Neo assented while putting on a hurried look. The car left him.

Neo stands in front of a high school. From behind the iron fence are seen students in the field

wearing sports uniform. Neo can't believe today that he's going back to a place he's forgotten all these years. A place he doesn't want to remember that he was here.

The afternoon wind began to feel. From the front of the school Neo down the sidewalk that he used to pass often. After a few minutes of walking, at one point he stopped. Neo closed his eyes. Let the wind shake her hair. Drowning himself in the past. Because this is where the story begins. On this sidewalk 10 years ago.