Ash-boss
The ambiguous figure.

“ This task will be quite troublesome. ” Aksara crouches in front of Laras who is still fainting. He opened his palm facing up. It instantly made the hourglass and the two black-coated old books he was carrying instantly disappear from his hands.

Trying to pick up the hair Laras who decomposed because of her loose hair tie, Aksara thought, how heavy the burden that may have been and will he carry all this time. Behind the long hair of the Barrel, Aksara found a small silver bell with a very melodious tinkling sound. The clinking sound produced even defeated the thousands of bells of lilly valley flowers that thrived on the edge along the red brick path where it was silent now.

The small silver bell that became the hair-binding ornament became the only silver bell that suddenly made a mess of the weather around it. Dark clouds clumped up instantly. The wind became very strong. The leaf-leaf abortion blows rapidly and slashes the bone wing behind the back of the Aksara. The clattering sound of the lily of the valley was swallowed instantly by the lightning and lightning came suddenly with the swift rain falling.

“ What the fuck is all this??? ” Aksara hurriedly pulled the body of Laras and carried him in a sling. Choosing to shelter under a fairly shady tree branch, Aksara still holds Laras for a while. Not forgetting before, he put the little silver bell into his pocket.

“ Why is it suddenly like this?! ” He saw the raindrops that were falling profusely. For a moment he also looked at some incision wounds on the wings in the form of bones. A wound that didn't bleed, it just seemed like it would heal for quite a long time.

Under the branch of the tree Aksara turned his gaze away, seeing Laras who was still unconscious in his trunk

“ Hey!! You're not dead, are you?! ” the thrill of slightly shaking the body Laras. Sighing, Aksara continued to carry Laras without thinking to lean him under the tree where they were sheltering. The place looks so damp and wet.  Bhatine. “ Surely still alive right? Your breath sounds are still very clear. ”

Aksara smiled relievedly. He again looked at the rain that was falling rapidly. His eyes now look bright.

“ There will probably be many things I want to know about you.. ”.

“ Ngg... ” Laras rubbed his face on the shoulder of Aksara. Whether it was intentional or because Laras was anxious, Aksara chose to remain silent with all of those things.

While far away at the end of the tree branch across from where they were shelter, another figure in a maroon-red robe with a puff of black cloud wings watched from a distance. He was waiting for this day to happen again. He made sure of the figure he had been looking for for a long time. And witnessed every detail of events that he could never miss.

“ That is why, your death is destined to be like that. ” another figure turned around and smiled disappointedly under the cloak that covered part of his face that was decorated with a mask from a human skull.

Amidst the torrent of rain falling, the wings of a black cloud puff opened perfectly before finally the figure disappeared at the end of the road opposite to where the Scriptures are now.

***

Awakened by forgetting the events of yesterday with Aksara, Laras felt bad things would soon happen. Where a death will be seen without being able to hold or without being able to prevent it from happening.

The shadow of an incident and the singing voice of children who cheerfully enjoy an excursion adorn the memory of the morning Laras. The tears were dripping endlessly with the soft singing of the children in the ears.

 “ I'm off to school, grandma! ” said Laras passed through an old kitchen far from the main building of the house on a page that is approximately 2 acres.

“ No breakfast? ” asked the grandmother who did not turn her body from the fireplace in front of her. Understanding the grandmother who is old enough, in the eyes of Laras he may be reluctant to turn around because it will spend quite a lot of energy in the age of the grandmother who entered the age of 80 years.

“ Ngg..mmm. ” Laras shakes.

From the shadow reflected on the kitchen floor, the grandmother saw the answer from the granddaughter she had been taking care of for the past 15 years. “ Laras has eaten at Tito's grandfather's house, grandma. Today his son's cake Tito is going home, so grandfather bought a lot of food and a little bit divided it on Laras. ”

The grandmother was just a mangosteen. Slowly the grandmother got up from her seat, she turned around and smiled happily.

“ Grandma is happy because Tito is very good to you. ” said the grandmother.

Just a small nod, Laras let the grandmother hold both shoulders and stared at the two very clear eyeballs.

“ Laras, diligently you go to school. Even if later you can only go to school until you graduate high school, keep studying for your life. Learn as long as you are given life. ”

“ Yes, grandma!! ” Laras smile is quite discordant knowing that there is no shadow of any death that follows the grandmother. He breathed quite a sigh of relief at the strangeness he had because he was able to see the shadow of death before one died or before one was picked up by death itself. “ Then greetings to grandfather! The barrel left first huh? ”

The grandmother nodded happily. A smile that the grandson had carved for her.

“ Look! She grew up really well, right, Aji. ” said the grandmother. Back the grandmother continued her activities in the kitchen. Cooking rice and frying eggs and cooking cassava leaves which became his favorite food.

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