Am I Different?
(S2) ~ Turns

I closed my eyes again. Not long after I fell asleep, there was the sound of Adzan reverberating.

"Alhamdulillah, can still hear the morning prayer again. A new feeling of rejuvenation, really bad," I said.

I went back to see where my parents slept, I didn't see them both there. I heard water splashing from inside the bathroom.

"Mom." Call me.

But there's no answer. I decided to sit down and call my mother again.

"Mother." Call me again.

Again there was no answer, maybe they were busy in another room. Suddenly as I tried to move my feet, the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Chequek!

"Dad. What is it, Dad?" I asked as I looked towards the bathroom, my gaze trying to reach him.

There was no answer at all, although the splashing of water I no longer heard. Looks like someone's peeking out of that bathroom. His hair looks unraveled, but his face is not visible.

"Mom." Call me again.

I keep looking at the person in the bathroom. The figure looked at his face, with eyes that looked black only.

I was surprised to see it, as if it wanted to get out of its place. Slowly but surely the creature showed itself as a whole.

"Mom, Dad." Call me by shouting loudly.

The ghost grew increasingly wide in his eyes. The door of the room was quickly opened by one of the people here.

They all ran towards me, mother hugging trying to calm me down.

"What's up, son?" ask Grandma while stroking my head.

I pointed towards the bathroom, without saying a word.

"What, Key?" ask Jeje.

"There was someone there, from the bathroom," I told him.

Everyone who was here stared at the bathroom, but no one was there.

"No one, Dek. Yes, I helped you if you want to pray," said the mother.

I just nodded my head. Dad helped move me to the wheelchair, while Mom prepared the clothes and clothes I would wear later.

Dad was waiting in bed, and mom pushed me into the bathroom. I hesitated to go to this bathroom.

"Mom, take a shower in the bathroom outside, yeah. I'm scared," I said.

She stopped her wheelchair before approaching the bathroom door.

"He was from inside, Mom. Then I was about to get to me, but I was screaming and you came here so the ghost went, "i explained.

Mom breathed out quickly.

"But if you get scared, they'll be even more proud. And at that moment they try to keep teasing you, "mom's advice, while pushing the wheelchair back to the bathroom.

I who again can not do anything without the help of others, only able to obey the will of the mother. Even though in my heart I want to reject it.

Mother helped me to take a bath, in the bathroom prepared another chair to facilitate me. I rushed to take a shower, the cold air in the morning with the cold water seemed to penetrate to the bone.

It didn't take long, I'm done. Mom helped me to move into a wheelchair with great difficulty. Then he helped me get dressed, times like this made me feel like a baby again.

After that, my mother pushed me back into the room. Looks like dad was reading the paper, maybe when I took a shower out to pick it up.

Dad smiled at us, then helped me to put on my face. We pray at the same time, even though I pray in a sitting position. But it does not reduce our passion, when surrender to the same creator.

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Salat was over, after which my father and mother invited me to leave the room.

"Let's get out, Deck." Bring dad.

I stared at him as I said, "We're walking outside, yuk."

"Come, Deck. Mom while shopping," said mom.

Dad pushed my wheelchair, and mom just walked along with me. After being outside the room, the mother replaced the position of the father, while the father did not know what to do.

"Awhile, Deck. Mom's welcome to Grandma." Mom steps towards the kitchen.

I don't know why all of a sudden I want to run a wheelchair, with me moving the wheel with my hand. I headed for the kitchen, from a distance seen all gathered in the kitchen including mom and dad.

They heard their words even from far away. I stopped and tried to listen. My goal is to hear their words, but the focus of the conversation is me.

"Al, like Mom proposed last night. You better find the ustadz or the kyai, "grandmother said.

"Yes, Al. Poor Keyla if this is the case, the focus of healing first" said Aunt Santi.

I was confused by their words in my mind wondering. Why should there be kyai, why me?

Jeje seemed to just shut up and listen to their words.

"Why can Jeje come along, why can't I just talk to my parents?" chirping lirih.

"But, Mum. It's not that I don't agree, but I'm afraid that Keyla feels different in her life. Because at this time he has begun to accept his condition as an indigo," said the father.

With my father's words I'm increasingly confused What does my illness have to do with me being indigo?

"And later it can be reopened when he wants it or when it is completely healed as usual" said grandma.

"Open?" ask me to myself.

I wanted to listen first to what they were really saying, so I just stayed where I am right now.

"But it's not that easy, ma'am. I'm sure he's had many years of his ability, if that ability is lost he'll feel like he's lost some of his life" he said.

"Can't you, Dad?" ask mother.

Dad was silent, then down.

"Actually I was like that too. Keyla is a derivative of me, but Keyla's ability is greater, he's not easily possessed. As for me, it was so easily possessed that the late father used to shut it down and I don't know what else he did that I was completely insensitive to that right" the father told me.

I was stunned when I heard Dad's confession.

"Have Om never been possessed again when closed? Then what did Om feel when he could see ghosts before, and then become unable?" ask Jeje who looks curious.

"Never again, I can't even feel it anymore. Om feels that something is missing and looks as if he is looking for what was in his body. It's taken a lot longer to adapt to that, '" explained Dad.

"Oh my God, until I forget Keyla I live alone. I'm shopping first, Mom. Want to take a walk Keyla," said mother farewell to grandmother.

Mom turned around, and she saw me here.

"Kyla." Said mother.

And then everyone looked at me too.

Seriate....