Alter Ego's
Tragedies

I saw it clearly. But I don't want to comment much.

“Mala, let's go in” call Sarah's mom. His hand was waving towards me. I also entered with steady steps even though my heart was like a drum.

“ well kids, she is Mala. Starting today will join in this class” said Miss Sarah. Then his gaze turned to me. “ayo, introduce yourself, Mala”

I took a breath trying to calm down. My face warmed up as I tried to stare at my new classmate.

Look, I saw it. I saw it..

My eyes caught a black figure behind the window. He peeked. This made me feel even more frustrated.The short introductory speech that I had memorized since this blind morning just collapsed.

Look, he's approaching...

I felt my shoulder touched. My breath's choked.

“ayo Mala..” pinta bu Sarah again. Turns out it was Sarah's hand that thought I was too nervous about confronting my friends. For a second, I controlled my emotions and started talking.

“ introduce. My name is Angel Dusk.. My name is Angel Malam”.

...

I combed my hair slowly while looking in the mirror. My hair is bobbing and smooth. I liked.

“ hair is messy” cut my figure in the mirror. He pointed at his own hair with an annoyed face.

“I like” timpalku do not care and continue combing. Although the reflection of his figure in the mirror moved at will.

“your basics are a mess. Hey, I bought the vise yesterday, let's put it on.” its sulk while pointing at the wardrobe.

“since when did you buy that item?!”

“ I didn't buy it. But we.”

“ MALAM” snapped me. “ do not arbitrarily control my body!! You too, who made my mouth say your name during the introduction earlier.”

He looks cute and chin-backed. I wanted to break the glass and pull it out to make him listen to me seriously.

His name is Angel of the Night. He was my twin brother, if only he were alive. Is correct. He's already dead. Just as our birth day. And only I, who was born safe.

Until the age of 10, I was still living as an ordinary child. Until, the figure of Night followed, no, rather trapped in my body.

Since then, I have often heard voices. Sometimes I talk and act without realizing it. My parents put me in a mental hospital for a multiple personality disorder diagnosis.

All clear during the mother's visit to the mental hospital. At that moment, suddenly the mother cried telling me about Night. My brother who died on the day of our birth.

Mom says, Night just came ‘come’ and explained the condition of ‘we’. Since then my existence seems to be recognized by my family and certain people.

But not with anyone outside of that.

“ Night..” call me on the figure in the mirror.

There's no answer. Looks like trying to sulk.

“ Night, what did you see earlier in class?” my many. His stunned expression turned radiant.

“ Dusk curious?” he asked back. Dusk is her nickname to me. “friends.” He answered himself.

“ friend? That means.”

“ you guys call it ghost”

I looked away. Hiding my scared face. Night is always offended if I see me with a horror face when he tells ‘ his friends’. He is also a spirit.

“ what's behind the window?”

“you only see those outside of class, huh? Though there are those in the class ..”

Degs..

“ in class?”

“ well.. and she is very beautiful.just like me. Uh. we..”

“ ap.. does he like to disturb..I mean, ignorant?”

“ I don't know..it seems like he's the calm type.just calm, if he or even the ghosts in the whole school bother you, I'll protect you” Night assured me.

Night is right, no ghost will dare to bother me as long as there is Night. It's just that, the thing that smells like a friend of the Night, always brings my troubles.

“ please yes, Malam”.

“ so sure..”

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