Am I Different?
My pakde

Not long in front of my house. I thanked the Goddess and her Mother, not forgetting to apologize for the umpteenth time.

The goddess and her mother rushed home and sent greetings to my mother. I went into my house and got straight to rest.

Tok tok tok tok

the sound of knocking on my room door.

"Yes, ma'am" I replied.

"Mom in on Dek?" ask Mother.

"Yes," I'm asking.

Mom sat next to me.

"Dek, Pakde Hadi passed away this afternoon, Mother just heard from Budemu earlier," said Mother told her brother from my father died.

"Innalillahiwainailaihi roji'un, when are we going there Mom?" my many.

"This is your father's journey home, when our father immediately departed," said Mother again.

"Yes, ma'am" I replied.

Mom passed out of the room, I was about to pack up to go to my Pakde house.

Mom and I were waiting for Dad to come and watch TV.

Two hours passed and Dad came.

Tok to tok.

"Assalamualaikum," Father gave his greetings.

Mom rushed to open the door.

"Just like Keyla's mom, she had a lot of clothes on, maybe we're at Bang Hadi's house for more than three days" he told reporters.

"Keyla is not allowed to go to school first, son, your brother is not accompanying you," said Father again.

Incidentally the late Pakde and Budeku have no children so we go home after 3 days of my Pakde's death only.

I started packing again, putting the things I brought into the car.

We left in a bit of a hurry, we were worried about Bude.

"Dad, will you also return to work after 3 days of Pakde's death?" my many.

"No deck, tomorrow it's likely that Dad will return to work, too" replied Dad.

"Mom is the same deck, why?" Sahut.

"There's nothing, Mom," I replied.

The distance traveled by us was approximately one hour, until we arrived in front of Bude's house.

Bude's house is crowded.

Mom rushed over to Bude and hugged him. That day, Pakde's funeral was over.

People started leaving Bude's house. It's Me, Mom and Dad who accompany Bude. My father's parents happened to be his only mother, but he lived in a town far away from us.

Just with us, Pakde's residence is quite close. Pakde's second son and father's last son, the first child's place of residence not far from his mother's house.

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The first day we went through with calming Bude who was sometimes hysterical by himself. My Pakde died in an accident, probably Bude has not been able to accept the reality of being left behind so soon.

I just sat down next to them.

"Sleeping is already tonight" Dad told me to go to sleep.

"Just sleep on the couch here Well, let's not be lonely Bude" I replied.

"Yes, whatever the important grandpa sleeps fast, I want to find air outside the house," asked Dad again.

Dad passed away going out of the house because the air was quite hot tonight. And I rushed to sleep.

The night passed by normally.

The next day I saw Bude seemed to have started to let go of Pakde.

I saw Mom and Bude cooking in the kitchen.

In the Bude area it is common for people to die until seven days are held tahlilan at home.

One by one the neighbors began to come to help prepare for the study later that night.

I also helped, I saw that there was one child who caught my attention.

I approached him.

"Hallo, I'm keyla" I said as I extended my hand.

"Hallo Keyla, I'm Desy" he replied.

"Your house is far away from here? greetings yes, I am the nephew of the late Pakde Hadi," I said again.

"My house next door, let's stop by later" Desy said.

He can also see invisible creatures, but what sets him and me apart is that he cannot see anything beyond my ability.

I began to wonder how the friends at her school treated her.

"Desy, you are considered different not when your friends first know that you can see them (Ghosts)?" manya curious.

"No, my friends are normal, why Keyla?" ask Desy.

"Call me Key so it's easy, there's nothing to know about it" I replied without telling.

"Do you think Key is different from your friend?" ask Desy.

"Somebody said I'm a son of a bitch, a freak" I replied.

"Not to be ignored, they'll never know how it feels like us,"

"It will never understand how tortured we can all the time see them (Ghosts)," said Desy.

"Yes, yes" I answered briefly.

"Especially you can see an event, it must make you afraid without you being able to express it to others" said Desy.

"Yes Des, good events are okay, if this must be a bad event" I replied.

Desy and I exchanged ideas.

The day began to fall afternoon. He decided to say goodbye to going home.

Magrib arrived, after which one by one the neighbors began to come to carry out the study. Event after event passed.

The second day there were no strange things, I was still ordinary.

The next day the third night Pakde was not there, the study was still carried out.

After the people came home I helped Mom to clean up the furniture.

How surprised I was when I entered the kitchen, right in front of me was a figure like Pakde Ku.

I, who was still carrying the dishes, immediately turned the direction towards my mother who was again in the living room sweeping.

"Well deck, how come the plates are brought here again?" ask Mother.

"Fear Ma'am, Temenin," I replied.

"What's the deck? at home how often afraid," asked Mother while driving me to the kitchen.

I didn't answer to put the plate down.

"A little while I'll be there, tomorrow we'll go home to Bude" I told her.

"Bude it's okay to ma'am later we stay home?" much

"You know how else the deck, you also need a 3rd grade school" replied Mother.

I went to bed without waiting for Dad to come. The day began to change into the morning.

Mom and I started packing to go home.

"Bude I'm home first yeah, all right Bude," I said goodbye.

"Yes Key, visit often so that Bude is not lonely" Bude said.

Mom and Dad took turns to say goodbye, and we started our journey home.

On the way my father told me that last night he came to Pakde in a dream.

"It's just a dream Well, in the doain just let it calm in nature," said Mother.

I was curious to try asking Dad.

"What is the rich dream?" my many.

"In the dream of the rich there are people who accidentally cut the brakes of Pakde's car, after that Pakde just got in a car and accident," replied Dad.

"Is that a clue, Dad? You see, last night Dedek was also at Pakde when he wanted to put a plate in the kitchen," said my father.

"Already, it is not good to talk about people who have died, mendingan many-many send prayers to calm down," said Mother.

My father and I started to shut up.

Arriving at home I sat on the living room sofa.

Tok tok tok tok

Someone knocked on my door.

"Who's deck? Just open it," Mother said from inside the room.

I opened the door. There was Rishi and his Mama who immediately got angry and scolded me. That rishi was my friend who had always called me a pesky and strange child carrier.

He was also the one who stopped my steps when I was about to enter the class to meet Dinar.

My mother and my father who heard the commotion immediately rushed over.

"What is this Mom, please sit down first, say good things" said my father patiently.