Around Us
Chapter 15: The Window

I don't want to care, but I'm afraid to run. As if everything is getting haunting, but does not explain the phenomenon that occurs. How can I avoid, while life is like being in two dimensions.

Nining's house still holds a mystery, and I'm not allowed to return. That said, the house is indeed haram to be tracked by the surrounding residents. Since Nining's father and mother went to work, they never came home to see their son. They routinely sent money to Nining, but never paid attention to his psychology.

Rumors circulated that Nining was depressed due to the various pressures he faced. He missed the figure of both his parents. He also experienced betrayal in romance and was once a sacrilegious victim. The citizens actually did not ignore Nining's condition, only that no one had ever dared to approach him.

Many residents claim to have seen frequent sightings at Nining's house. Some could fall ill just from meeting and greeting Nining. For those who “can see”, Nining's soul is said to be locked in another realm. The figure that looked was not Nining's true soul.

I remember the first time I met him. He does look weird. But I dare not assume any further.

After hearing stories from residents around Nining's residence, I complied and resisted the urge to return to the haunted house. In order to calm my mind, I continued to do positive stimulation in my brain.

I long enough to daydream in Bandung City Square until it did not feel like it was night. After checking up at the hospital, I decided to take a look at the scenery. Look at the different sides of life. Trying to occupy the mind by witnessing the daily life of humans.

Arriving at the boarding house, Dani greeted me at the gate. I was so surprised.

“Yes, where did you come home from?” Dani showed me the clock on her phone. Written at 19:30.

“Exit from hospital, control,” I replied.

Dani is still not satisfied with my answer. “Kok can go home really malem, Yes?”

I know he's worried. “So stop by the square first,” I explained while smiling.

“Ngapain in the square? Why not ask me to be with me?”

“So the UAS, I went straight there.” My energy feels drained.

“Try see!” Dani lifted my shirt. “You seem to get worse, huh? Not yesterday the seams are dry.”

“Ngak, And. It takes a long time to heal,” tepisku.

“I've been feeling weird lately. Last night you didn't come home to the boarding house, because he said nginep at a friend's house. Now home at night. If something stuck in your mind, I was always ready to be a listener,” he said followed by clapping my hands on my shoulders.

“Iya, And. I'll tell you later. Now I go to the room first. I'm so sleepy,” I say goodbye to him. My eyes have asked me to lay down on the bed.

“Iya, Yes. Happy break!”

I can only nod to respond.

Before going to bed, I pray Isha first. Hopefully when tomorrow wakes up, all problems get a meeting point.

When I came to my subconscious, I had a very strange dream. Nining took me to her house. Paras and its characteristics are very different. She was much more cheerful, her appearance was graceful and beautiful with a white kaftan wrap. There was no sadness in him. Is this a real portrait of him? I barely recognized him.

Nining didn't say a word. He only shows pictures of his childhood. Her face looks sumringah shows a kaleidoscope of her life when children to teenagers.

Then he took me to the back of his house. The bright atmosphere changed into a thick night. He just disappeared too.

I saw under the grove of banana trees that someone was digging in the ground, and then buried something. She was crying non-stop. When I approached, he turned around. The nining? He grimaces to see me. I tried to look at what he buried. Something wrapped in white cloth. Is that a human?

Nining ran towards me and was about to strangle you. I found it hard to avoid his sudden attack. I woke up when both hands were on my neck.

Alhamdulillahilladzi ahyaanaa ba’da maa amaatanaa wa ilahin nushur. I pray while holding my breath.

Sweat drenches the entire body. I felt like the experience was no ordinary dream. Yes, I know the dream can be the embodiment of reality and expectations in the real world. But I feel it is so real. It was as if there was a hidden message Nining wanted to convey to me.

Ah, I better take ablution to calm my heart. When I turned the water tap to start purifying myself, someone called my name. I complete the purification process first, then check the caller.

My name still resonates in the air. His voice was foreign to my ears. I thought for a moment. The soft female voice, who is she? I tried to listen back carefully, identifying his voice based on the recording I had in my head. The source is from below (1st floor). Could I still be in dreamland? Between curiosity and feeling if it might be a temptation from them.

Nah! I keep myself from being tempted to approach. It is not a call from a human. There is clearly an apparition of the genie that ambushes the skin and penetrates the inner.

I set my mind to throw away curiosity. Free to explore, it is better to go back to the room to connect the break.

My eyes wide. Right in front of my room, there was a woman looking down while crying. I took a deep breath. What does he want by appearing before me? Hopefully it doesn't happen. I felt an aura of death again around me.

“You why are you here?” I ventured to ask with my fur that creeps great.

He didn't answer. I looked away because I didn't want to see it. He's not an eleventh-order hostess and so on.

Before long, I saw that he was no more. I quickly entered the room and recited prayers to avoid their invisible interference.

In the afternoon, I was thinking of visiting Nining at the RSJ. Like someone was pushing me to meet him. I hope he can be talked to. At the very least, there is information about Teh Yeni that I can match up to from her.

Arriving at RSJ, I claimed to be Nining's friend. The officer allowed me to meet with him, but with strict supervision. Initially, officers said no one was allowed to visit Nining, fearing the safety of the buskers was threatened.

Nining's emotions were very unstable, she was often hysterical and crying, sometimes rampaging uncontrollably. After lobbying, the officers took me to a room to chat with a vengeful Mas Bimo.

“Arya, why are you here?” nining asked as soon as she saw me. His voice was shaking painfully.

“Ning, how are you doing now?” I asked him questions about his condition. But he responded by crying.

“Do I look happy to be here?” his satire.

“You can start your new life.”

“It's too late,” the stuffing.

“Where do you know if it's too late?”

Nining wiped her tears. He seemed to be trying to express his sadness. “Nobody misses my presence anymore. My mom and dad left me alone at home. They said they were working to meet my needs. However, I also need their figure. Year after year I wait patiently. It turns out that life is not the same anymore. No more hope to take three pictures like before.”

“They are divorced and each already has a new partner. I found out after seeing their pictures on Facebook. They didn't say anything to me, didn't even try to explain. I continue to live in a state of pretence. Close your eyes, think everything is a dream. I am no longer valuable to them so no one has told me. They give me money every month. Though, I also need their figure beside me.” His eyes are getting stifled.

His words indicate the intense pressure he has endured throughout his life. He tried with all his might to be able to survive, but there was no support from around that helped him to stay strong.

“Ning, I know there's no place to complain anymore like it used to be a heavy pressure. However, you can start again by showing them if you are a great woman. You also have friends who color your life. All this time, you feel alone because you are withdrawing. At least – you have told me – there are people who become your friends and protectors right on campus.” I tried to encourage him, even though I knew he needed more than words.

“Who?” the mimicry changed in wonder.

“Mas Bimo,” my word smooth.

“Bimo? Hahaha..” He even laughed. “You know, he has shown me. I've said many times that Bimo isn't as good as you think. He is a human whose acting is so perfect,” he explained in a poignant tone.

I became wondering, what underlies Nining's opinion of Mas Bimo that is so different from what I feel? Mysteriously. However, Nining also looks not making it up. “Bimo dumped you? Didn't you feel jealous, then stay away from him.”

“You are too plain. You have been fooled by him. I'm jealous, but I'm also self-conscious.” Nining took a deep breath. “I think he's an angel that God sent to help me rise. Yes, thanks to him I was able to rise from the broken condition of my family. He always encouraged me to go through the trials I went through. But he also made me crumble again to be more scattered like garbage. He has made my life a mess like this. He gave me the wind of heaven which turned out to be just a trick. Because in the end, he's the one who made me live like hell.”

Although I feel that Nining didn't make up the story, but I need to investigate first. At the very least, there was a keyword to start the investigation from Mas Bimo's side.

“Today I saw Mas Bimo a good man. Sorry, I'm not taking anyone's side,” I said calmly.

“Honestly, I pity you.”

I put aside a moment about Mas Bimo without any intention of diverting the topic or stopping the story. My main purpose in meeting him was not to talk about Mas Bimo, although that information was also quite important. “Ning, there's actually something else I want to ask.”

“What?”

“After our events that night, how's Yeni Tea doing?”

“He died,” ketusnya.

I stared at him sharply, “Ning, you don't mess around!”

“I wish he were dead too.”

“So, Yeni Tea is fine right?” I asked for clarification.

“Why don't you meet him directly?”

“You know his house?”

“On Fruit Stone, Way Saturn No. 20.”

“Thank you for the info, Ning.”

I discussed with conscience. Set up a plan to step foot after from this place.

“I'm sorry, that night hurt you. I thought you were Bimo,”, Nining said. He turned his face down as if he felt so sinful.

“I've forgiven you. But, I still have not found the exact reason why your grudge against Mas Bimo is so great.” I'm sure he still wants to relate the story about Mas Bimo.

“Dia.... Aaaaaaaakkkkhhh!” Nining was hysterical and was trying to tear through the room where we met.

The officer immediately took Nining to a special room. Is that his hatred for Mas Bimo? The love that had become ashes changed a grudge that was so passionate.

I left because Nining's condition was full of emotions. However, I left my phone number and asked the guard to update Nining's condition. There is a sense of pity that creeps in the mind when looking directly at the look in his eyes.

Nining was able to speak calmly at the beginning of the conversation. He even wanted to tell me a lot about his life. Unfortunately, when mentioning Mas Bimo's name, he was so emotional as if there was such a deep grudge embedded in his heart. To reveal this, I had to be patient waiting for his condition to improve.

Much of the turmoil within Nining metamorphosed into such a formidable shackle that bound his soul. It seemed difficult to take him out of the black valley. However, being difficult does not mean there is no hope.

Given his roar in the hospital, the news spread in Nining's home environment did not seem to be a figment. Nining's soul has been mastered by “ good friends”. Friends are also present in every human being. Since it was created to death.

Yes, Jin Qorin. The genie is from the demon. He always encourages people to commit sins and vices. Nining is already in his control. That was why his body language was full of grudges.

All the way home, I established myself to look at Teh Yeni at her house. I want to prove information from Nining, though,

Arriving at the address given by Nining, I was amazed, it turns out that the house of Teh Yeni is in the elite complex. Large multi-storey houses lined up luxurious nan. It's not easy to enter the area. In the security guard post, I was interrogated about the purpose of the house to be visited, who wants to be met and what needs, even have to leave a ID card as collateral.

After pressing the bell and waiting for about 10 minutes, there were also those approaching. He also asked directly. “Sorry, find who ya?”

“This is true Yeni's house?”

“Iya, right. Aa ready?”

“I am his college friend. Her Yeni tea is at home, Bu?”

“Emmm... Neng Yeni.. Again…. Again go out of town.” She's nervous. Obviously something covered it up.

“When does he come back here again, Mom?”

“Emmm. Yes, I still have a lot of work in.” He avoided asking.

I also resigned. “Good. Thanks for the information, Bu.”

When I decided to go home, I tried to peek out of the fence. There are women sitting on the terrace playing cell phones. That's Yeni Tea. My guess is right, ART (household assistant) was lying or maybe asked to lie.

Never mind, the point is I already know if Yeni Tea is all right. My goal is to make sure his condition is achieved.