Ash-boss
One Death Story

“ Who are you really?? ”

The clattering sound disappeared instantly along with the fall of all the golden-brown leaves from the surrounding trees. Which, from then on the leaves flew following the sound of clinking from the little white flower.

The gaze of Aksara is not separated from the figure of Laras who is now really looking at him. The flapping of wings from the bones behind his back had made Laras take a few steps back in shock. Silent before him, Aksara noticed again the figure of the girl. The eyeballs were no longer as black as usual. The look in those eyes seemed dead. The look was clear, but the eyes, body and heart were empty.

“ Are you a lost soul??? ” Aksara asked again.

The body of the barrel remained unmoved. In the blank stare of his eyes flashed many human souls staring blankly like the gaze he received now.

Aksara's hand slowly reached into that gaze. One, two hands. And two lost souls came out of Laras' body. The soul of a woman of approximately 27 years old and another was a perfectly white gray-haired old man. They looked at each other then looked at Aksara with a smile.

Aksara wailed in wonder. Through one of the two black-covered old books nearby, it is now open and shows who the two souls who are now still silent in front of him with full of enthusiasm. He saw the body of Laras who now fell unconscious under his feet. " Is this the reason? " Aksara mutters. He turned his gaze from Laras to the two lost souls before him.

“ Santhi Nugroho, 27th, Kindergarten teacher Satya Pancasila. And…. ” Aksara turned towards the old man beside the woman. “ Darma Aji? Head of Kindergarten Satya Pancasila Park School. ”

The father nodded with a friendly smile. And the woman doesn't look so happy. There was regret, regret from him, but it also looked so resigned.

Aksara continued the notes contained in the old book.

“ Bus accident streak. 15 January 20.05. ” Aksara. Their deaths occurred 15 years ago....

“ The bus accident was really shit! ” said the woman named Santhi. “ Even after that, we still have to be confined in the body of the girl who does not know anything about her. ” the tone of annoyance had peaked and immediately subsided when the headmaster held the hand of the woman who was about to touch Laras who was fainting under the feet of Aksara.

" How did all this happen to you? " ask Aksara on the figure of the headmaster's soul.

“ 15 Years ago, when it hit by an accident that hit the bus we used to travel, we were locked with the soul of this girl. ” explained the headmaster. “ We realize that we have actually died from the sight of this girl at the age of 2 years. ”

At that time, the baby girl was carried by a health worker. He was the sole survivor of the wrecked bus. She's not crying. Just shut up in the officer's arms. In a very clear view of our eyes, we recorded one by one our bodies being removed from the crumbling bus body. Bag by bag of bodies with our bodies and faces lowered and put each one into the ambulance. That's when we realized death.

“ And since then, somehow we can be in the body and soul of this girl. We could never get out or even do anything. We have until now only been able to see what he sees. And hear what he hears. ”

“ Not only the two of us, it seems, all the souls of bus passengers are also confined in the soul of this stupid girl. ”. “ Why only he should survive!! ” the protest later.

“ But.... how did you guys get out of her body today?? ” Aksara stared fixedly at the figure of the headmaster.

“ I don't really remember. At first glance I only saw a blinding light and the clinking sound of a bell. ” replied the headmaster. “... Then I'm already here. ”

The alphabet is only small mangosteen.

The souls of a person who dies because it is not the fate of his death, will usually only be confined and oscillated in the range of space and time in which he experienced death. But they're both different... Even if it is true what the woman said earlier, it means that this is not the thing that will end today.

Aksara stared fixedly at the old father and the woman who were now standing before him. By wearing a collared white top and old jeans are quite eccentric by the headmaster. While the woman wore a white dress patterned with black cloth pants that slightly form her legs.

...they are souls who continue to see the whirlpool of time as it goes. Come develop

with the soul guard. But...

Aksara again saw the figure of Laras who fainted under his feet.

He is a living human child. And all this time, there has never been a human figure

who is able and able to hold the mandate of a book of death.

Pensively. The headmaster looked at the confusion in Aksara's eyes.

“ Where will the child take us away? ” asked the headmaster to disperse the concentration of Aksara on the figure of Laras.

“ Me? ” he points to himself in a daze.

“ We just keep seeing and experiencing a lot of things with this stupid girl. But there was nothing we could do to help him. So show me right away, where are we going? ” the woman who had earlier said Laras finally showed the concern that had been covered. “ Aren't you in charge of driving us?! ” looks confident after seeing wings Aksara more like bones behind his back.

“ Akh! ” Aksara tidying up his front suit. Stand up straight and smile kindly and introduce himself politely. “ I Aksara. Please follow this path until at the end of this road. ”

The headmaster and the woman listened with her friendly smile. The characters are silent for a moment. He looked at the black-coated old book he had brought with him. This is the first time this black book has been opened.

The script returns when the wind blows slowly. The clinking sound was again heard along the red brick path. At the end of the road there is an orange light that is quite beautiful to be enjoyed by those who are still standing in the middle of the red brick path.

The orange light brings and leads those who are lost back to the path they should be on. At the end, I don't know what kind of door awaits them. Never wanted to know. He is only tasked with delivering them on the path they get from their respective life stories. And even if two souls walk in the same direction, it is uncertain that the door that opens for them is the same door.

Aksara saw the two men to the end of the light. Paying attention to the gaze that looks quite calm because the door that opens is not as dark as imagined in his view.  Before it completely disappeared from sight, the headmaster turned his body and returned a friendly smile to Aksara who still did not let go of her gaze in the slightest of the two lost souls he delivered.

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