Alter Ego's
Crushed
Mala could breathe a sigh of relief, because the next day, the ghost attached to Amin's body had left.
“Yesterday I went to the local village Village.” Feiz.
“Then?”
“The grandmother's son, has died while still overseas. Maybe he died long before Grandma” died Feiz said.
Hearing Feiz's explanation, Mala silently looked up at the sky.
“Did Grandma have met her son, huh?”
“Surely they have met.” Feiz assured Mala.
Both of them stared silently at the reddish-colored twilight.
“How sick would someone be if they lost their family?”
“What do you mean? Of course it hurts.” Feiz replied.
“Iya, yes. Hehehe..” timpal Mala. There was a tinge of bitterness coming out that Feiz realized.
...
It was quiet and only the sound of cutlery clashing. That is, the situation of dinner at the Mala family home.
Cold father without much expression, Mother is usually very expressive and chatty but if near me, Mother always bowed and held her speech as if seeing a ghost, then Bian, brother, when he was a kid he was very protective of me, but ever since he came back from RSJ he's been avoiding me.
“Several nights, where do you often go?” ask Dad at dinner.
“Only any appointments with friends” Mala replied while scooping her food.
“It's not because your sister saw anything weird again, is it?” daddy Fishing.
“This has nothing to do with Night, Father.” lied Mala tried to behave accordingly.
“I hope you are not involved with strange things again” said Father in a sober tone.
Sepi's back.
All like that until they're done.
Chilly.
That's how Mala has felt since she came back.
The days at RSJ may feel heavy and lonely. However, not being considered by the family itself feels much more lonely.
...
“Mala, dear... this week there is a time?” feiz asked with a face he wanted that morning.
“I don't want”
“I haven't spoken yet.” protest Feiz felt in the past.
“Everything related to you always brings problems.”
Feiz shoulders like a heartbroken man.
“Eh, what is this discount voucher stay at villa?” asked Amin while taking the paper roll that was in Feiz's hand.
“You want to ask Mala on a date in such a remote place? Basis lecherous.” thimbring Angga.
“Bu.. not that. You guys don't misunderstand. Gini-gini I'm the son of alim” Feiz defend himself.
“Bro..” Amin said with a strange eye gaze. “ No good High School girl who wants to be easily invited by the road, let alone stay alone.” her advice.
“Send to us..” bargain Angga.
Both of them turned their heads with the sniper gaze that was getting its target, towards Mala.
Mala's neck shuddered feeling an uneasy feeling.
...
Hasan Feiz. With his extensive connections as a Psicyc Pro, has a handsome face with silvery-white hair, a mischievous yet seductive smile and out of nowhere he has always owned a luxury sports car.
Makes me, the Twilight Angel, a hassle because he often drags into mystical problems.
He conspired with my Principal who turned out to be close to Ustadz Hasan. Ustadz Hasan himself, according to Feiz, was his father. But I don't believe it at all. Their faces are very different. What else is the akhlaknya.
Even that day, he bothered me with invitations that I thought sounded like exclamations to trouble.
But then again I was dragged too. By bringing a few friends in class and flocking to persuade me, I lost and proudly showed off his dazzling mischievous smile.
The silence that was in tandem with the rigid clink of the sound of the cutlery should be solved immediately.
I have to ask my parents for permission. But my tongue feels funny.
Not that my parents would be authoritarian and forbid me from joining friends. But I felt a faint taste in my tongue because I had to open my voice and prepare my heart with the gazes of those who just heard me speak. A sickening look of care and pity.
Although I finally managed to say it, and managed to get permission. However, this tongue has not improved.
...
The promised weekend arrived. Like Feiz's promise to pick me up straight at home, (who out of nowhere knows my address). I've prepared on the porch of the house with a suitcase with my back bag.
I play a thick scarf that will be used there. Because our destination is a villa in the middle of a beautiful mountain.
Brother Bian is washing the motor in the yard of the house. However, I realized suspicious gazes were constantly directed at me.
What's he thinking? A crazy person who is traveling? Is he worried I'll be on vacation with friends?
Diiinn...
The sound of the car horn distracts Bian's foot.
On the street in front of our house that only fit two cars, stood a yellow car and looked luxurious.
“T**TA ALPHARD!!” screeched Brother Bian in amazement.
Feiz got out of the car with his elegance.
“Mala! Sorry long, huh? I have to pick up Princess and Resti as well.” he said as he waved briefly at me. Not forgetting her annoying smile.
“Good day. I am Feiz friend Mala..” he said introducing myself to Brother Bian.
“As planned, I and my friends will stay at the villa. Please permission.” Continue in a respectful style to Brother Bian.
“He knows how to speak well like a sycophant” I thought.
I put my stuff in the trunk of that yellow car.
I saw Feiz finished chatting with Brother Bian and walking to his wheel.
I would have chosen to go to the second bench, but it was filled with Princess, Resti and Angga. While the back bench there is Amin and a pile of luggage. Why not put it in the trunk?
“Sorry, our stuff is a bit much and I'm afraid it will be damaged if in the trunk.” Terang Resti seemed to understand what I was thinking.
“In front only. Next to the steering.” advice Princess.
I just assented.
By the way, Resti and I have only been talking in person this time since I sent his friend Agnes to prison.
However, today he wants to talk to me to make me relieved.
I sat down at the wheel.
“It's all ready?” ask Feiz while putting on a seatbell.
“UWAAA.. WHY ARE YOU DRIVING!” pekik Mala looked at Feiz who was sitting on the steering wheel.
“Yes because I was driving” Feiz replied lightly.
“BUT..”
“Take it easy. I can drive this car.”
“Anyone can drive a car! The safety! SIM do you have a SIM?!”
Ignoring my ravings, Feiz drove his car smoothly.
“He.. You can where this luxury car is. It must be expensive, right?” ask me after my long talk about driving safety is unproven.
“This is my own car”
“Long. Keep on red sport yesterday?”
“Mobilku also.”
“Da.. Where did that money come from? Don't - Don't you do the pranks, yeah?”
“Mala, you think too much. Relax dear..” said Princess.
“Eh.. heheh”
“How can I relax if I'm next to my inner problem-bearer” nelangsa.