AWAKENED
Eight: Ghost of Suri

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This story is just fictitious. All events that occur are free authors' essays, not actually occurring in the places and locations mentioned......

While in the living room bustling with laughter four young men were engrossed in playstation play, Salfa and Kinara had just come out of the room. The house was very long back, and the girls' room was in the middle. In the front room is Vin and Gopal, while in the back room is Genta and Novan.

Salfa, occasionally lowered his gaze. Often stopped suddenly and left Kinara walking alone a few steps ahead of him, until then he sped up and aligned his position again, of course without Kinara's knowledge. Every time he stopped suddenly, only he and God knew what he was seeing. Something from the other veil, passed him so that he would not collide with each other. It felt like a burden, which he really carried alone.

"Ra, if you want to go to any side of this house, do not forget the permission in their hearts the same yes," pinta Salfa.

Kinara glared, "Ha? Why, Sal? There's a lot of them, huh?"

Salfa chose not to answer. It was not because the two of them had reached the living room, but because he could not bear to tell Kinara. There's no way he's saying that this house is like a tourist spot. Crowded, boisterous, but what was very strange, was their gazes. Fiercest. Like not accepting the place they occupy, in the guests.

Stuck with a breath held for a few seconds, Salfa tried his best to hold himself back as the male figure glared right next to him. "We never had any guests. You're not supposed to be here."

Hearing that, Salfa turned his head. Observe the male's latitude-goals with the nose that bleeds it. He just bent in his heart to answer the figure. "What does that mean?"

"SAL?!!" gopal's loud call made Salfa more surprised than the incident just now. Feeling that he was bothering Salfa who was somehow being, Gopal bit his lower lip and fell silent.

"Why? You see what else?" sahut Novan with his distinctive style of speech when it comes to such matters. Salfa only replied with a slow sigh, so that Novan again opened his voice. "What's going on here? Genderuwo's? The kuntilanak? A pocong? Or maybe tuyul? Let me secure my money then."

Gopal frowned hearing that. "Lo can't appreciate her a little bit, Nyet?"

Genta, who was originally inexhaustible to Novan, suddenly switched focus to Gopal. One thing that made him feel proud, was that young man who once showed signs of sanity. A moment later, Genta's focus shifted again when he saw one of Salfa's hands hidden backwards. Hold in fist.

Salfa's eyes shot sharply into Novan.

"Because you ask, I answer," said the girl with a heavy voice. "The man who had come out of his nose had a lot of blood. If you don't mind, I'll talk to him now. To make you sleep well tonight."

All eyes were stunned staring at Salfa. Equally aware of the threat given is not playful seen from the way he talks. Unlike his friends, Novan instead leaned out spread his hands on the sofa, complete with his relaxed face. "Well, I'm so scared..."

Snarled silently, then Salfa shot out of the house. Can't stand one roof longer with Novan in such a situation. Why did the young man treat him as if he were the strangest person in the world? He knew Novan since SMA, but that is inversely proportional to now. Novan used to be very understanding and very supportive of himself and...

Aw, Sal! Why did you get there?!

The jedug! Salfa kicked the stone that was in front of him as a form of temper tantrums. The bushes next to her swayed, making her alert and move away a little.

Stuck with her mouth almost open, Salfa saw the figure. Very admirable. Her beauty and looks, her charming smile, her graceful way of standing. It was the figure he saw when he arrived at the port.

"You... Who?" tanyanya slow.

That figure is still smiling. Different from what he has ever seen. Moreover, everyone in the old house who looked at him did not like it, this time another.

"Ta?" the heavy voice of someone sounded echoing. Without Salfa turning his head he knew who the owner of the voice was.

Dappers. He came out, brought a jacket for Salfa. "Cold outside. Wear this," he said as he stretched out the jacket.

"How dare you take it in my suitcase?!"

The young man sighed slowly. "The cara tookin. Don't recriminate."

Salfa looked back at the bush. That figure is gone. He had not yet asked. Instantly, he turned his head ninety degrees to Genta, staring exasperatedly at him. Being angry cannot either. Of course he knows, in addition to Novan, Genta is also a logical person even though he comes from a family that still upholds Javanese customs.

The girl again threw away her face, this time her hand she folded in front of her chest. Not caring about Genta whose hands are still outstretched with a jacket carried. But, for a long time could not stand it either. So Salfa chose to open the sound.

"Gue wasn't cold. You go in there!"

Genta. "No. I'm not going in until you get in."

"What care?!"

"Don't Vin say Kinara said that you often get interference?"

Hmh! Salfa grimaces cynical. "No need to be proud of me. I know you don't believe that."

"Gue believes, Sal. You're not a person who likes drama as far as I'm concerned."

Salfa was stunned for a moment. "So you know me?" he asked in an intimidating tone, then shook his head. "Lo doesn't know me. I'm not the old Salfa anymore."

There, Genta smiled. Salfa was able to see the young man's gaze turning within. "Lo never changes, Sal. Not in my eyes."

By lowering her hands from her side-by-side position, Salfa tried to stare at Genta. However, again and again, Salfa lost. It seemed, the longer the gaze was noticed, the deeper it trapped him into the hopes he wanted to dispose of.

Admittedly or not, Genta saw Salfa misbehaving. The girl immediately grabbed the cream-colored jacket from her hand. Of course with a fierce expression.

"Yes, okay! Nice to bring my jacket. If you don't want to go in, I'll go!"

Just a few steps away from the house, the sound of laughter brought his legs to a halt. There, Genta said, "It was indirectly, you want to go for a walk with me. Aye, right?"

Although reluctant, Salfa still turned his body. "Ge-er is so much a person! Who do you think you are until I want you to walk the same way as me?"

After saying that, Salfa continued his steps that had stopped, while wearing a jacket. His long curly hair he sipped to his right shoulder, continuing to walk without looking back. While the stunned Genta heard Salfa's reply, staring at the nanar.

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When a young child is enjoying ice cream with his favorite taste then the ice cream falls together with the ground, the little boy's feelings may be mixed between sadness because his ice cream can't eat anymore, and regret for not being able to take him with care. Honestly, you could say that's how Novan feels now.

From the sofa opposite the sofa where he was sitting, Kinara stared dislikefully at him. Of course, it was because he had offended the girl's best friend. Novan is not in the mood anymore. He only noticed the excited Gopal and Vin while occasionally glancing at Kinara, whose expression remained the same.

"Gue wants to sleep ah, tired," he said as he moved.

"Lo seems better to sleep, Van, Van.." replied Vin without turning his eyes away from the screen. Indeed, you could say he is the most excited to play. Anyway, the idea of bringing a playstation here is coming from it.

Novan only glanced at Kinara as he passed by. He immediately walked into the room. Really want to sleep. His head is very dizzy. Whether it was because he was purely tired, or regret for his words contributed to making it like that.

The young man took off the sandals he was wearing. Laying the body in a mattress that feels quite hard. "Not good with the bed? Though the room is already good gini," he murmured while returning to a sitting position to arrange a pillow.

Only when he was about to be shut down did something touch his sense of smell. It was vague at first, so he didn't take it seriously. Until, the smell, the longer the more real. Like a carcass smell. Soon the young man opened his eyes. Just then, a shadow like that shot out quickly in front of the slightly open door of the room.

"Who?" call him.

Because there was no answer, Novan immediately woke up and checked. The hallway of the house is empty. The sounds of his friends were still heard from up ahead. The young man then turned his head in the other direction, the road leading to the kitchen. Without thinking, he went straight there. Without realizing it a very old grandmother followed behind him. Seeing does not like.

A moment later, Novan immediately turned around leaving the kitchen, returning to the room again.

Sometimes, a person's arrogance does not make the person aware of his own movements. Although it is clear, that the curse that came out of the mouth of Novan earlier is a form of expression of fear, but because he still firmly holds the belief that does not believe in ghosts and the like, but because he still holds the belief that he does not believe in ghosts and the like, he will not even realize this.

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Salfa did not wear his watch this time. But as he remembered, when he came out of the room, when he last saw the wall clock, the clock showed nine o'clock and five minutes. If you think, when he was walking at that time, maybe nine hours and fifteen minutes?

The night atmosphere on the island is still crowded, almost the same as Jakarta. Only distinguishing, when in the place where he lives, the crowd is in the form of a hustle and bustle of modernization, here more to the traditional. Some people were still clutching at each other by sipping their black coffee. A rare sign Salfa met where people can fun to gather without focusing on their respective phones. It was peaceful to see the warmth.

The girl in the beige jacket stopped, feeling something. Like someone was watching him. He tried to feel deeper, until when sure, he turned his head.

"That's him?" muttered.

That beautiful figure. Middle staring. Salfa then saw the figure turn around and walk in between the two houses that looked like a small alley. Soon he hastened his pace. I don't know why he was so interested in that person. The questions he had been holding since noon were ready to be answered.

"Wait!" call him.

Apparently, the pretty figure stopped. He turned around, still complete with a smile. Salfa smiled back, then immediately approached. Now they face each other.

"Hello?" she was nervous because she was so beautiful. "T-tadi... You haven't answered my question?"

"I'm Suri." replied the figure appropriately, as if directly understanding what Salfa meant.

Salfa nodded. "Hi, Suri... I'm Salfa..."

Suri just smiled.

"You... Does it live here?" ask Salfa later.

Suri nodded small.

"Then why have you been following me and my friends since the harbor?"

"To welcome you." replied Suri. His voice is very smooth. Very downright. Salfa was not afraid of him at all, in fact, he felt comfortable. Suri seems very nice.

"Welcome, Salfa.." Suri said again, with a nod to Salfa's smile.

Something then seeped into the girl's head. Wait, this Suri, why does it seem mundane with his arrival. Unlike other ghosts he met at various races, who warned him not to go to this island. "E, Suri..."

"Surely you want to ask why I'm not like all of them?"

Shocked, Suri was like reading Salfa's mind. "How do you know?"

"I'm not worried, because I'm the one assigned to look after you while you're here..."

Salfa is growing. But he still gave Suri a chance to talk. After the ghost could guess what he was thinking just now, surely without waiting for Salfa to ask the next question, Suri could explain.

"Who do you think made that handsome guy easily open the toilet door on that ship if it wasn't me?"

Handsome guy? Meaning Genta? Hmh!

"Who do you think would have turned the ship on again if it wasn't me, Salfa?"

Just silent with a look of disbelief, Salfa's smile was revealed as a form of relief, also feeling completely unexpected that Suri had been guarding him since before he reached the island. Perhaps, he only realized because their energy was only connected when leaving the port at that time.

Salfa smiled with relief. "Sir Aji was very good, he sent you. Thank you, Suri."

After nodding with a smile, Suri's figure slowly disappeared. It was not strange for Salfa to see that. Now, it feels like he's calmed down a bit. The burden of his mind started to leave his head one by one. But actually, there is one more question. He intended to ask the figure of short hair that followed Genta to Suri, but Suri was gone first.

Moments later, after Salfa came to his senses from his thoughts, he immediately rushed back before his companions panicked. Moreover, he did not bring a cell phone because it was being charged in the room.

Walking casually to get out of the hallway between the two houses, Salfa was then surprised by the presence of something. What an apparition he so much hated half to death. Characteristically white with five ropes wrapped around his body. The figure of the pocong was standing right facing towards him. Just stay there, showing his charred face.

Salfa has seen the figure of a pocong several times, but this time is different. His face was pitch black, my God. The feathers of the girl stood all together, united with a heart that pounded incoherently.

"Lo did it there, Cong.." He was half crying. "So I'll go through where..."

A moment later Salfa cried. Really crying. For whatever sake he really hated and was afraid to see the figure of the pocong. His mind doesn't even work anymore. He quickly forgets that he had Suri guarding him all the time. The only road that came to his head just turned around again, continued walking out of the hallway, then looking for another way.

When she turned around, Salfa flinched.

"Yeah!!" surprised, almost screaming. Body collided.

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"So?" genta's voice immediately replied, his expression seemed confused to see the frightened Salfa. Even the girl's hands were shaking. "Sal, why are you?"

After paying close attention to the last few seconds, and making sure that it was Genta Megantara, Salfa without a second thought immediately grabbed him. Grimaced with cheeks leaning against Genta's shoulders. No matter this time he cried in front of the young man he hated and loved. He just wants to cry.

"Sal, relax, Sal. I'm here, I'm here," said Genta understandingly, rubbing Salfa's head. He did not deny, the happiness was bloated. Salfa has not changed. It all feels the same. Even after two years, the warmth still felt the same. "Don't be afraid, Sal. I'm here."

Still in Genta's arms, Salfa accidentally saw Suri standing from a distance away. Even so, he could see Suri smiling at him. A smile that reminded him that he would not do anything because Suri was looking after him.

I want to give you a hug, Ta. But my heart does not permit me to let go. My heart remains the same, Ta. It's always been the same since four years ago that I knew you.

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