Artland Series: MINORITY TALENT
Night At Classic Shopping Centre

Deasy Snoring steps out when a sports car stops in the yard of her shop.

When the car's glass was lowered, the handsome face of Agung Tirta appeared while smiling broadly at Deasy. Her black curly hair that was shoulder-length was bun high behind her head. His hood was allowed to fall behind his shoulder. He rarely wore his hood when he was in the car.

Deasy looked at the man with her childish face. Waiting for the man to get out of his car and meet him as usual. He knew the man would always do it even though the distance from the store terrace with his car was quite close. So he decided to wait for her. In his heart, Deasy often feels uncomfortable receiving such treatment all the time. Given the age difference between them, it should be Deasy who spoils Agung Tirta and not the other way around.

The Great Age of Tirta was three years adrift under Deasy. The man's height was five centimeters below Deasy. Agung Tirta is only 19 years old. But his way of thinking defeated 35-year-old Ardian Kusuma.

When Ardian Kusuma suddenly turned crybaby after falling in love with a young girl aged 22 years, Agung Tirta actually chose an older woman and even spoiled her.

Compared to others, Agung Tirta was the youngest Paravisi, even after the second generation. The average age of the second generation of Paravisi is 20 years. While the average age of the first generation Paravisi 30 years, except the Last Dusk. Last Dusk 25 years. Agung Tirta still survives with his title as the youngest Paravisi.

Given that fact, Deasy sometimes hopes to free the man from his responsibilities as a lover. I never treated her as a lover, but a nanny!

"Don't think of running away from me" threatened Agung Tirta suddenly.

"What?" Deasy stuttered not understanding. But then he realized what he had just thought.

After all, the Great Tirta was a Paravisi. Who does not know the average Paravisi has an unusual ability. "I love you, Deasy. And I chose you not out of pity!" The man wrapped his hands around Deasy's waist.

Deasy started yawning. Oh, no, he groaned inwardly. Not now, please! "There are important things that I have to say" Deasy said as she tried to speed up her pace. But his sleepiness began to demand. "We have to be fast" he urged as his steps began to stumble because the nerves in his knee began to relax.

Agung Tirta tightened his grip half-carrying. Then open the car door for Deasy.

Deasy threw her body on the man's car seat with her eyelids withering. Hold on, he told himself. "Prepare the phone and record this now" he ordered after Agung Tirta sat behind the wheel.

The man took out a cell phone from his jacket pocket and recorded everything Deasy said.

"1999. 1111. 1983. 9001..." After saying that Deasy's head drooped down on the dashboard.

Agung Tirta held the girl's head with his palm and fixed her position. After he tied his seat belt around Deasy's waist, he sighed and gasped over the series of numbers on his phone screen. He scrunched his forehead and looked at Deasy while thinking hard.

The air outside feels moist and windy wet. It will soon rain. Along the classic perkokon area it looks lonely and gripping. Like a dead city in European horror movies.

Under the yellow light of the street lamp a girl dressed in sepulchre was sitting down on a wooden bench on the edge of the sidewalk. Just across the street in front of Deasy Grunting Reading Garden.

Agung Tirta closed his car door without distracting from his phone screen. He was unaware of the girl's existence.

But the girl realized her presence when Agung Tirta started his car engine. The girl jumped off her stool, scattering into a darker place and hiding behind an acacia tree trunk, not far from the park bench was until the car Agung Tirta out of the yard of the Deasy Snoring Reading Garden and passed away from the place.

The flickering split open the darkness of the night, followed by the thundering sound of thunder. Soon it rained suddenly and hardened in an instant.

Shortly thereafter, the sound of the engine approaching.

The girl immediately moved away from the place while raising her parakeet hood, covering her head. With wide strides the girl walked down the terrace of the shop to find a hideout. Occasionally he turned his head towards the Reading Garden earlier with a riled attitude. Worried that his whereabouts are known to someone.

A sport bike enters the grounds of Deasy Dengrukur Reading Park.

The girl watched him through the corner of her eye. But then he was surprised to find the motorcycle was already parked in the shop yard without a rider. Where did the motorcyclist go? He asked in his heart. He turned his body back and walked backwards while watching the store terrace with his eyebrows interlocked. Did he see me?

The explosion of lightning sounds made the girl aghast and finally twisted back her body then ran to the end of the corridor.

At the end of the classic shopping corridor is a small park and a lake. On the side of the lake was a row of unused shops, where he used to hide for the past two weeks. And during that time, his existence was never known by anyone.

In order to reach the place, he had to cross through the garden and spin through the edge of the swamp whose grass was as high as an adult's waist.

In the rain, the road is not safe enough to pass, the mind. But he knew he had to hide as soon as possible before the owner of the motorcycle found him. So he was forced to break through the heavy rain and walk quickly across the park.

At the end of the path by the lake, the girl stopped her steps. He stared at the road with a paled face, imagining the terrible possibilities that awaited him along the path he had made himself during these two weeks. It froze long enough in that place. Trying to frown on whether he will cross over or find another hiding place.

Suddenly there was the sound of metal clattering between the roar of the wind and the speck of rain.

The girl looked and watched. There's nobody around here, his mind is horrified. The girl held her nape while shuddering. Then ran down that path with trembling steps. His breath hunted as his heart beat violently irregularly.

As soon as he reached the terrace of the empty building, the sound of metal clattering again sounded from the direction of the path he had been on.

The girl was frightened. In his heart he regretted having chosen this place to escape. In this place he was completely alone the entire time. No one would help her if anything happened to her now. For a moment he imagined a mummy with chains on its body, emerging from the middle of the weeds by the lake. He shuddered again and simultaneously twisted his body backwards. Then stared at the darkness of the night with wide eyes. But the raindrop looked like a curtain of beads that covered his entire vision.

The metallic clattering sounded closer and closer.

The girl's body began to shiver at once frozen together. He gulped and shouted, "who's there?" But what came out of his mouth was only a hoarse groan that sounded weak and apprehensive.

Before long there was a thumping and crunching sound, followed by another metal clanking.

The girl screamed as suddenly a strand of iron chains shot towards her and wrapped around her body in an instant. The next second the winding of the chain further tightened and pulled it. The girl widened her eyes wide watching the end of the chain.

As the lightning crept, the girl looked at the end of the chain and howled.

There was no one at the end of the chain!