Ash-boss
One Death Story
Quietly in class by thinking about the figure of Aksara. The ban is reflected back with the appearance of the young man after the disappearance of the wrinkled old-handed creepy figure he threw from behind Eren's shoulder. He was convinced and remembered very well that Aksara was standing behind him at that time. And it was quite impossible for him to change places as quickly as the blink of an eye from behind him.
Looking at me in front of him, Laras found the figure of Aksara who was opening an old book with a black cover that had been brought by Laras a few days ago. On the side of Aksara, Eren's figure looked at him with many daydreams. Just fixated. And on the front of the same row of benches, Zara seemed to enjoy the music she listened to through her phone.
Time seemed to stop running for a few seconds as soon as the school bell had just rang a few times. The warm atmosphere filled the classroom and brought fresh air of citrus and fir around it. Two other figures dressed all in black burst out from the scene in the class XI Literature 1.
The figure of the woman dressed in all black with bat wings behind her slowly walked following the light towards the outside of the classroom. In the classroom, there is a short-statured homeroom teacher with characteristic crebo hair and thick glasses. The belly that bulged above the long cloth pants was now seen holding the left chest. He's Mr. Dirto. XI Class Guardian IPA-1.
Falling down in the classroom by holding his left chest, Mr. Dirto breathed his last right away. The atmosphere of the class that initially began to calm turned into very excited by what was experienced by Mr. Dirto. Some students rushed to Dirto sir. Some of them looked scared and panicked.
Meanwhile, Laras's gaze was interrupted by another figure dressed all in black with wings-only-stay-bone-bone-bee that was standing in front of the classroom door. His gaze stared straight at the Dirto sir that could be seen Laras, the soul of the Dirto sir was coming out of his body.
Mr. Dirto who was slightly dazed could only look meaningfully at the man in black who was standing next to him. Carrying an old book with a black cover and an hourglass in his left hand, the figure seized the attention of Laras.
This was not the first for him.
For Laras who was used to seeing the shadow of death that followed a person, death itself for him was a natural thing. Where man has limits for every life given to him. His own life will eventually also meet death itself. What distinguishes the death of each person is the way a person chooses death itself. And in some cases, when a person's death destiny changes, there will be another person or thing that will be a substitute for the course of the death destiny.
What is the fate of Dirto's death in place of someone? Bhatin Baras's.
His gaze was now fixed on one of the men sitting in front of him.
In front of him, realizing not only Eren, but Aksara and Zara were still sitting quietly in his lap. Seeing the three of them looking so calm with what had happened, Laras pensively. Lamenting the backs of the two young men in front of him and the tiny shoulders of Zara's figure who slowly stood up after contacting someone from her phone,
Barrels started to feel pain in his chest. He wandered and almost fell off his stool until he realized the classroom that should be rowdy turned into a quiet and quiet street just like that. Surrounding it are only trees, dry leaves fall with a variety of brown, orange, yellow, grayish white, and some gold, shrubs behind a plant called Lily valley, plant, and some of the flowers that fell because of the withering.
From the looming tall trees to the sky where Laras looked now, the light came in
on the sidelines of the twigs and the circumstances beautify the atmosphere of the street.
For a moment staring in front of him, Laras saw the figure of Mr. Dirto walking with a man dressed all in black. In the man's hand was a black hourglass. The hourglass was still motionless as when he last saw it from inside the classroom.
“ Sir! ” call Laras with the sound of the floor. The man dressed in all black stopped beside Dirto who turned his head and smiled at the voice call Laras. Mr. Dirto smiled happily with a wave of hands that for him was a goodbye sign.
Satisfied with what he saw, Laras' eyes looked directly at the figure of the man dressed in all black. With hair neatly combed back. Eyes that are as clear as water. Thick eyebrows and very pliable eyelashes for a man. Her lips were closed but she was smiling. The man again walked with the figure of Mr. Dirto who seemed to be telling a lot about his life.
“ Spend your story. ” said the man. “ Because after this, a new story awaits you in your other life. ” the man smiled accompanying the loss of Mr. Dirto's shadow at the end of the natural stone gate nuanced bright.
Barrels pensively far away. He remembered the figure of the man. A person who had recently met him. The figure slowly began to disturb his life. The figure that will lead him to a very different life. And the figure that will make Laras have to let go of so many lives in the world.
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Aksara?! ”
The call from across the window of the building diverted the silent Aksara at the corner of the library
with the old black book he opened.
He looked at the direction of Laras who opened the library door with his leisure. But from the reflection of the shadow of the window of the existing Aksara can see many times Laras who-now-walk-to-direction seen opening various kinds of gates of death and then open many gates that are increasingly open gates it's getting darker and looks dreary. The barrel is also seen passing through many different paths. Various airs appeared and filled every library room as soon as the figure of the girl named Laras stood before him.
“ What's up? ” asked Aksara so Laras is now still frozen in front of him.
Barrel was quite jolted with the thing he saw in just the blink of an eye. The character who was different from himself is now waiting for the answer to the question posed by the young man to him.
“ Sorry I interrupted you for a moment! ” says Laras whispers. He realized that he was now in the library. He pulled the chair in front of Aksara slowly.
“ What's up? ” is still staring in the same way, Aksara still ignore the girl who is now sitting next to him.Aksara still pay attention to the black-coated old book he carries. It's not his book.
“ About the book. ” Laras. “ I've been meaning to return it a few days ago. But loe no one came in. ”
“ This book? ” Aksara seems a little surprised by what Laras just said. He picked up the black-covered old book he was carrying and showed it to Laras to just convince him that Laras could indeed see the black-covered old book.
“ Yes! ” nod Laras sure. “ About its contents... ” Laras hangs his sentence. He saw Aksara expressing quite differently this time. His forehead is a little wrinkled.
“ Contains? What happened to this old book? ” Aksara again try to convince yourself with the words Laras.
“ Sorry! ” Covering both hands, Laras lowered his head while closing his eyes. “ I read yesterday a few pages. ” back glance, Laras breathed a sigh of relief to see that Aksara did not seem angry with his sassiness.
“ So huh? ” respond casually.
The turn of Laras who stared in wonder. “ That time lo see me in the bushes... ” Late silent when the mangosteen-manggut alphabet.
“ So that time is well??? ” said Aksara after seeing the events of the day on the eyes of Laras. The day he saw the figure of Laras whose face was mostly covered by long hair and had thought Laras was a ghost figure who lost and had no direction to aim. Smiling knots, Aksara finally really noticed the figure of the girl who was now sitting sweetly in front of him.
Nodding to the response he received, Laras tried to justify his slightly tilted sitting position facing the Aksara. Baras smiled a little stiffly before he finally returned to his voice.
“ ...a death goes hand in hand with one life story. What does that phrase mean? ” Adjustable
repeating the part of the sentence he remembered from one of the pages of the black-covered old book which he thought belonged to the Aksara.
“ Why? ”
“ I want to know. That's it. ” replied Laras. It was a deep curiosity. Laras really felt he had to find the answer of every curiosity to the contents of the black-covered old book.
“ Means, .. ” another hand suddenly coiled sweetly on the shoulder Barrel. The hand of the young man who has now been sitting casually on the table-behind Laras was trying to find the most comfortable position to be able to last longer in the boat Laras. “ Death can lurk anytime, anywhere, and in all sorts of ways. ”
Everyone also knew such general knowledge. Laras glanced in annoyance.
" Hey! " Greet the young man with a smile that is quite ignorant both for Aksara or for Laras himself.
Aksara stared silently.
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