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Already Cursed

The bell of the sign went home loud. All students, without listening to the teacher's speech carefully, immediately held a competition to pack writing equipment into a bag.

“Remember your duties! If next week there are still those who do not collect assignments, do not expect to enter my lesson hours!” This is how the 30-year-old teacher said.

Some students agreed, although not indifferent to the words of the teacher with rectangular glasses.

“Ntar my malem to lo home ya.” Aila.

“Sip. I wait,” replied Lista while giving her thumbs up for a moment.

“Lista!” The teacher stopped the Lista activities of packing books. The girl looked ahead. “This book will be delivered to perbus, yes?”

“Iya, Mum.” Lista immediately agreed, then turned to Aila. “You can wait for me to jerk?”

Aila pulled the zipper of her bag. Then carry his leather backpack. “Sorry, Lis. Cannot. I have an appointment with Bang Rafa to go to the bookstore. Can't be late. You know what doi?” is

Lista nodded slowly, honestly a bit disappointed but forced herself to understand. “Oke.” He put his bag of sash on his shoulder. With Aila he headed forward. Lista picked up a stack of books that were classified as heavy for her thin arms. Lista walked inversely from his other friend. Just passed through four rooms to the library. As Lista thought, this is no big deal.

“Lista?” The thick-bodied library guard came across Lista by the door.

“Iya, Sir?” Lista smiled thinly. Slightly looked up and seemed to feel strange with the tall posture of the man with the bald head.

Agus–name of the library keeper–viewing Lista carefully. Due to the absence of any talk between the two, Lista felt a bit awkward.

“I'd like to enter a book first, sir. Excuse me.”

The library guard did not answer. Lista felt increasingly strange and walked quickly into the library. Tracing the dark alleys whose right-hand side is lined with high shelves full of books, Lista is a little creepy. It feels so quiet this room. He was increasingly exerting his strength in order to quickly go to the shelf where the book he was carrying was located. However, as Lista turned into another passageway, she suddenly petrified on the spot. His surprised look was forward.

“Basic recalcitrant children. They just can't read what, huh? Books made in a mess Mulu. At the end of the day, I have to go home late for the real thing. Gosh.”

Lista gulped his saliva roughly at the grunts he was grumbling outside of that head. His brain froze looking at the thick-bodied bald man standing in front of a rather messy shelf. Chief Lista moved slowly motion towards the outer door, where previously he had met the exact man with the person before him.

“Lista? You want to turn the book around? Set it neatly, huh? You are busy taking care of this,” said the man after glancing towards Lista for a while.

“Pak Agus really ... here?” Lista asked carefully, then glanced once more towards the exit. “Terus earlier ... who?” Lista asked softly to herself.

Agus looked at the confused Lista. “Do not have many reasons. You stack the book in its place, keep going home!” pinta firmly Agus.

Lista walked cautiously towards the man. When behind him, he realized that Agus' height was about five inches higher than Lista, while Agus who was at the door was too high until the neck of Lista achy because he looked up too high. List shuddered in fear and immediately put down the book neatly. The girl ran quickly away from the library. Not caring about the surroundings anymore, or the irregular roar of his breathing, Lista's current brain was completely empty at a loss to think about the strange events this afternoon. He only stopped after arriving near the already deserted school gate. Lista was busy adjusting her rapid breathing while looking for a vehicle that could take her home. He also refused to wait at school. So, while waiting for the angkot to pass, he also walked away from the school area. As he continued to step up, his mind tried to find the answer to the strange incident just now.

The library guard has two. While Lista knows very well that Agus is an only child so it is impossible to have a twin. After all, the man who passed by Lista at the library door was too tall compared to the average human. Lista's feet stopped swinging when she realized one thing: could the man at the library door not touch the ground?

Stupid Lista for not looking down at that time. However, if Lista lowered her head, she was not sure she could still be conscious at this moment.

“Aw!” The cyst shrieked loudly when suddenly his ring finger hurt. His eyes blinked when he realized that on his ring finger there was a dark mist. Then disappeared a blink of an eye. Lista's left hand trembled as she was about to pull the ring on her ring finger. It hard. Even though he felt his skin was almost peeled off, he still forced it to pull the ring. However, until he shouted out loud in pain, the ring remained motionless in its position.

“What is this?” Lista gulped. It would be a nightmare for him if he did not take off this ring quickly.

***

Soap and oil were already lined up on the floor where Lista was sitting cross-legged. Alternately the two objects were smeared on his ring finger in the hope that the ring would come off. His fingers were already reddened, but Lista's efforts were not at all fruitful. The girl gave up with a feeling of fear in her. Lista leaned on her bed.

“Lista?”

Lista straightened back up when the middle-aged woman she always called ‘Bunda’ gushed half of her body at the door.

“Mother with Dad going to Grandma's house. Tomorrow morning he might be home. Will Aila be here?” ask Mommy.

“Iya, Bun.” Lista answered.

“Food is in the refrigerator, stay hot only. Don't come out as long as you're not around, huh? Do not accept guests, anyone before calling Mother or Father. Understand?” Mother gives the same advice every time it will go far.

“All of you, this-this is all cleanin. You can fall if you slip. Oil equal soap slippery.”

“5 minutes, done, Bun,” replied Lista.

Mother smiled thinly and then closed the door of Lista's room. Lista grabbed her phone. The dark green messaging app with the phone logo in the middle of it becomes a Lista option. Aila's contacts are so easy to find, because the top position of the chat Lista is Aila.

|So to the house tonight?|

16.45 ✓

The list waits five minutes, but the tick one does not change at all. His phone was placed back on the bed. He stood up, walked towards the bathroom to enter the soap while taking the mop. While the oil will be taken to the kitchen if he goes downstairs. Once clean, Lista pulled the sleeves of her blue sweatshirt slightly upwards. He rubbed his slightly damp forehead. The mop is put back in its original place. Simultaneously as Lista exited the bathroom, her phone rang. The girl immediately grabbed it and checked the notification. Disappointing reply from Aila.

|Sorry, Lis. I'm still busy with Bang Rafa. Yes tomorrow. I'm 100% free tomorrow. Peace ....|

17.05

Lista put her phone back. Tonight, he'll be very lonely.

***

View less than 5 Watt when you get to bed. It was only ten at night. He can usually hold it until 12. Before lying down, he recalled the safety of his home. All the doors are locked, the windows are locked. There's nothing to worry about anymore. Lista pulled the blanket and lay on the bed. His consciousness disappeared almost then and there.

Lista felt she had just closed her eyes when the door of her room was knocked firmly. The smart phone clock is glimpsed. Almost 12 p.m. The sleeping lights are on. His misty look was directed towards the door.

“Lista, I've been there. Open the door.” Aila's Voice. The cysts grunt lightly. Despite the weight he forced his body to get off the bed. His eyes were rubbed to remove sleep marks while gathering more awareness. The door continued to be knocked firmly followed by the same pinta, with the same tone from Aila. However, as the coldness of the door knob touched the palm of Lista's hand, the girl was slapped by a fact.

The whole door's been locked. How did Aila get in while she didn't have the keys to Aila's house? Recalling another strange incident earlier this afternoon, Lista immediately took two steps back.

“Lista, I've been there. Open the door.”

Same sentence. The tone speaks the same. Same voice. Knock the door hard.

The coldness touched Lista's bare arm to make her hair stand up. For a while, he let fear take hold of him so that his brain would have a hard time working. However, when her smartphone rings, the girl instantly knows what to do.

Unknown number called. Lista can't think clearly about the caller. The green icon is shifted hastily, and directly affixed to the ear.

“Ha-hello ...” His voice trembled, just like the state of his body. “Tolong—please. Someone has entered the house. I fear. Plis, please ..” Lista cried as the knocking sound grew stronger as if she wanted to break the door leaf.

Momentary silence.

“Halo?” Lista.

“OK, Girlfriend. Wait right there. I'll be in 10 minutes.”

Lista. Be careful, the phone screen is kept away from the ear so that he can see the unknown number listed on the smartphone screen.

“Arta?” Lista muttered. Within a second, he instantly concluded that all his misfortune today was due to the man. He also looked at his ring finger that was filled with rings. A black fog appeared again around his jewel.

Lista clucked. He is cursed.

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