The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 50: Asking for Help

For almost two weeks, Zayan worked as an intern at the Bentala Swarga group company. Today, after the prayer, he went to the kitchen to make his own coffee. He searched for Zul, but found no man anywhere.

A pale-faced girl in a knee-length shirt sat in the kitchen, as Zayan walked in. He nodded politely as a greeting gesture. Then he started making coffee. The girl was surprised.

"Can you see me?"

Zayan stopped the stirring in his coffee cup. He was stunned to hear such a question. Of course, he could see, his eyes were not yet blind. However, he suddenly began to think that the girl was not human. After looking at barefooted feet and looking pale.

"really right? You can see and hear me."

Zayan could not pretend anymore, he had already seen a figure that should be invisible to others. He turned his head, looking at the girl who was looking down.

"I may be the memory left behind by the owner of this likeness. I'm not gonna bother you. Or anyone."

Zayan observed the figure, folding both his hands on his chest. Lean on the kitchen table.

"I just want to ask you for help, if you can see and hear me." The girl sobbed.

For once in his life, Zayan forgot his Mbahkung message. He was trying to communicate with otherworldly beings.

"What can I help you with?"

The pale-faced girl raised her head, looked at Zay and smiled.

Suddenly, the kitchen door opened. Zul's shady face appeared from behind the door.

"Eh, Mas Zay. What's up here?"

"There's nothing, sir. I was going to ask for help to get coffee, but Mr. Zul I was looking for nothing."

"Oh, that's .. I went to the big mosque on that street, Mas. Coffee already?"

Zayan nodded, then walked out of the kitchen carrying his coffee, back to the table. He was shocked when he saw the girl standing in front of his desk. The man wondered in his heart what kind of help the woman wanted.

Pretending to be indifferent, Zayan sat behind his desk, continuing his work, until the clock came to an end.

"You really want to help me, don't you?" ask the woman, several times.

Zayan was silent, silent. He saw some other creatures around. So, he did not want them to know that he could see and hear them speak.

Zayan walked home, the figure of the girl still followed him to the outside of the office.

"Please, I'm sure you're the only one who can help me!"

The man looked around, then turned around.

"Yes, I'll help you. But, when there are other creatures around you, I won't speak. Oh yeah, it's dark. I'll go home first."

The figure of the woman was actually unable to leave the place. He could only wander around the office building. Some people could only hear his sobbing or faintly see his figure. But Zayan was different. He can communicate and see.

Zayan just arrived at the house right azan Maghrib reverberated. He sat on the porch, taking off his shoes. Then saw his Mbahkung was ready to go to the Mosque. Quickly he greeted the old man.

"I go first, if I haven't eaten. There's side dishes and vegetables at the table, Le. Someone sent it ...."

"Yes, Mbahkung."

After cleaning up, Zayan carries out his duty. Right after he finished praying and praying. Arsyanendra just got home from the mosque. He welcomed his grandfather and felt his pain.

Zayan sat in the dining room, waiting for Arsyanendra to finish taking the food. He also took food for his dinner. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of rice, the man stopped eating for a moment.

"Bahkung .. forgive Zay."

Arsyanendra raised his face, looking at his beloved grandson in wonder.

"What mistakes did you make?"

"Zay ... There is a creature, Mbahkung, Zay does not know that the girl is not human, because she is Zay's co-worker. So, I was able to communicate ...."

"But you weren't bullied or hurt, to?"

"I can't find any ugly or vengeful energy left in your body, Le." Suddenly Nirwasita appeared between the two men.

"What do you mean, Cake?"

"You talked to the creature, didn't you, Le?"

"Yes, Cake."

Arsyanendra put down his spoon. He's done eating.

"So, do you think it's safe for my granddaughter to help these creatures?" ask the old man to Nirwasita.

"Yes, try to ask tomorrow. What is wanted."

Early in the morning, Zayan arrived at the office. As usual, he sees Zul has done his job.

"Sir, Mr. Zul. Please come here! I have something to ask."

Zulkifli put down the broom he had been holding, then walked up to Zayan.

"Sir, have you ever seen a 'appearance'?"

"Mas Zay mean?"

"A ghost, a spirit, a spirit, a genie, or something." Zayan asked with a lowered volume of his voice.

Zulkifli laughing.

"Mas Zay saw one of them? Ordinary, that is. Many officers here also look. If I have, not yet. And don't want to."

Now, it was Zayan's turn to laugh.

"It's not so, sir. I'm not afraid. It's just, I saw one yesterday in the kitchen."

"Ah, who is, Mas?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"But there was someone who had seen it there too, besides the sampean."

"Oh, that. Well, then, I'd like to get you some coffee, sir?"

Zayan turned his gaze when he saw that there was a large tall figure near the corner of the corridor where he had been chatting with Zulkifli. It was as if he was watching her from a distance.

On the other hand, Mesha had just helped Sri open the stall. After the girl lived with the woman and helped sell, sales turnover increased. One time, Sri found the girl sitting pensively in a chair. The food on his plate is just stained.

"Sir, Ndi, are you unwell?"

"Eh, that's .. Not really, Mom. I'm in good health."

"Remember the same house?"

The girl sighed.

"Will the house people accept me again, ma'am? Maybe after that, I'm just a disgrace to my family."

"Not necessarily!"

"Excuse me, Mum. You wanna put a brochure in front of the stall, okay?" A young man interrupted the conversation between the two women.

"Oh, yes. Please!" Sri walked in again behind the table where the food, her steps stopped, then turned to look towards Mesha. "If there's anything, story, Nduk. Don't pinch it yourself."

Mesha walked out of the stall, he was curious about the brochure taped earlier. He was surprised to see the paper stuck there. The picture, in black and white. With information and numbers that can be contacted. Both of his parents tried to find him in this way.

"I'm sorry, Echa. Sir, Ma." Mesha tore the paper, then made it into pieces. He still did not want to go home, for a time he did not know. I don't know when ....

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