AWAKENED
Twenty-Five: About Diandra

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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......

"HELLO, MAST GENTA?"

The loud noise made Genta keep the phone away from his ears. He checks his ears are fine or not. Worried that his hearing would be impaired after what his sister did. He sighed slowly later.

"Always that. Don't you feel sorry for Mas Genta's ears?" the answer is still trying to be patient.

"Hehehe," his sister grinned across the phone. "Eh, Mas, so to Island K? So leave tomorrow?"

"So." So."

"So, see Sister Salfa, dong?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Wahhhh, that's cool. See you again, cie."

"So, Deck!"

The voice across the phone then turned creepy because his sister chuckled louder. Probably because it upset him. A Genta is most disliked if invited to discuss about someone who can be said to be special in his life if not he himself who started.

But wait, why are there boisterous voices when heard more carefully?

"Daddy, where are you?" tanyanya.

"In angkot, this is going back to the boarding house."

"Okay, ati-ati."

"Mas Genta the ati-ati. The island is far away, my. Sister Salfa's guarded, huh?" said the sister still trying to tease.

"But don't be julid" replied Genta lazily.

"Mass?" For some reason hearing the call, his tone felt different for Genta.

"You're okay, right?" genta asked then, the anxiety suddenly reached him. "You sick?"

"No, really. It's okay."

"Can't you call him that?"

"What's how?"

Genta then scratched the back of his head that did not itch, because it felt ridiculous. "Not be."

"I called earlier, want to ask for souvenirs," replied the sister later.

"You what?"

He heard his sister grin again. "Not much, really. Just one."

"Yes what?"

"Turn the same Sister Salfa, Mas. That's it."

Genta should be normal, yeah. But this is why else? Like something was different, I don't know what it was. Genta himself also just this time felt like now. He knew, indeed since a long time his sister was curious about Salfa-the girl who had been very often told. Perhaps, the strange feeling that burst into his mind was nothing but moved. Just this time his sister was sharing it with the girl in Genta's life.

"Mass?" call her sister later because she doesn't get an answer. "Can, right?"

Genta sighed softly, feeling all his feelings for Salfa becoming clearer and clearer. "Hopefully yes, Deck."

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The short-haired girl was relieved after listening to her brother's answer on the phone. He was riding in the air, just like he said. But not to return to the boarding house, but to the station.

Afternoon in the city of Bandung this time is not like usual afternoon. I think peace is real. As if forbidding him to leave Bandung. However, he needs to go to Jakarta. Executing mission. What else if not to meet Salfa? He wanted to go to the house of Salfa, acquaintance with the girl that Genta often told him about.

The girl's name is Diandra. She is a student at a university in Bandung. New semester one. Because of his home in Jakarta, he became a boarding boy in Bandung, as well as training himself to become an independent girl. Now, he deliberately returned to Jakarta without informing the house. That was his habit. Coming home suddenly, surprised his father, mother, and brother. Who knew that he came home was just his one-man hostess. The girl said that she would go to Jakarta for a few days.

"I can't wait to see Salfa" he muttered excitedly. Now he sits on the bench of the car. Enjoy the ice cream he bought in front of the station.

Diandra hears that Salfa does not know that Genta is coming. He thought it would be very awkward for Salfa. That's why he was about to meet her now, tell Salfa, as well as request an opportunity for her brother. From what Genta told me, Diandra believed that Salfa was a very good girl. Surely after she told him all about her brother's feelings, Salfa would melt down and open up to receive his sister again.

"Hopefully they're really close again, aamiin!" diandra's prayer on the sidelines enjoying the vanilla ice cream.

The girl was also engrossed in enjoying the snacks she was carrying, while looking at the exterior that was quickly left behind because the train was very fast. It made Diandra not feel that he had arrived. When felt the pace slowed down, then he swerved around to find people who began to rise from their respective benches, preparing to go down.

Yes, Diandra is a girl who is always excited wherever she is, spoiled, and like a child. But even so, she is a girl who tends not to like to capture the moment. For example, he does not like photos. His phone camera was even more filled with sights, rarely had his face.

"Sir, Sir. Is this in Jakarta?" he asked the origin of people he didn't even know.

"Already, Neng. First time on a train, huh?"

The short-haired girl immediately came down and immediately looked for an angkot to take her to Salfa's house. The day has changed in the evening. The solar light has disappeared. Changing nights that somehow felt different for Diandra. Perhaps it was because he was groggy about to meet Salfa for the first time.

"Oh, no, Ndra!" he muttered to himself. It had become his habit besides going home quietly, that he liked to talk alone. Yeah, on himself.

Jakarta, which is known for its congestion to the corners of the world, this time making Diandra careless. It feels like he has been sitting in angkot for a year, but not until. Stretching out the night of the week, people on the way out filled the streets. The girl could guess that the dominating ones were the singles who were hurt. Deliberately out look for the atmosphere so as not to flood tears on the pillow.

Actually, the distance of the station with the house he wanted to go was not too far. But yes, because of the annoying traffic jam, he had to spend almost an hour on the road whose pollution was not so visible because it was night.

"Finally up, too," said Diandra melega and then greeted the driver of the cargo. "Thank you, sir."

Now he was standing in the front yard of the house of Salfa. In the past, about almost a year, Genta had invited him through here because he insisted on being told the house of Salfa. At that time, Salfa was sweeping the page and that second Diandra immediately felt a click on the girl.

"Pretty. It fits the same with Genta. Rather than Liana," that was how she commented back then.

Diandra's footsteps stopped when he accidentally saw someone in a black jacket sneaking in through the side fence. Knowing that, Diandra immediately shuffled back and peeked out from behind the mango tree. The girl frowned, watching the person carefully. Who her? Must have been bad intentions. If it's a guest, just like it seems, where is there a guest who enters it sneaking around like a thief so?

Wait, Diandra was immediately wide-eyed when she realized the word 'thief' that she had called in her mind just now. His eyes immediately blinked unsettled. It seems to be true. I don't know where the courage came from, but Diandra quickly followed suit. Unplugging the intention to knock on the door which was only a few meters away from his current standing position.

"Woi, you want to swing?!" diandra's jolt when it arrived behind the person.

Reflex, the person in the black jacket immediately turned around and smothered Diandra's mouth. Almost had a chance to scream again because the girl bit the guy's hand. But I don't know where it came from. Perhaps out of fear, mixed in fear that he had been caught, the man immediately floated a dagger tucked in his inner jacket and directly stabbed the poor girl.

"Arrgghh," said Diandra as the dagger stuck in his stomach. Not enough to get there, because the stab was too deep, the girl to bleed out from her mouth as well.

In a conscious condition that lives a fraction of a percent, Diandra is thrown into the ground. The girl lay helplessly with eyes that blinked at the figure of the person who stabbed her. Before the end, both of his eyes, were closed.

Is Widji, who came to Salfa's house intending to take the amulet that Mr. Aji stuffed secretly into the girl's jacket pocket. Widji knows about it so feels like he has a barrier to all his plans. If Salfa had a talisman, he would not have been able to harm the girl while on an island far from home.

Widji knew it had been almost a month since Kinara asked her permission to go to K Island. Feeling the golden opportunity, Widji immediately began to go there to prepare everything. Starting from the house and the ghosts that he will send to mislead Salfa's entourage. Just this afternoon he got here again, and now he's gonna sneak in because he knows Salfa's not in the room. The girl was out shopping with her daughter, Kinara.

However, the arrival of the girl he did not know had derailed him. Widji was attacked by panic when he saw the girl caught him. He rubbed his face in frustration at having to stab someone innocent at all. He crouched down, checking the nose of the girl who no longer let out a breath. Stuck, Widji then checked her heartbeat. There's nothing at all.

Sitting limp next to Diandra, Widji stared guiltily at her. Of course the girl will die. The dagger he was carrying was a huge dagger that one-time prick made sense that it could kill. Attacked by an overwhelming panic, he could think of nothing but securing the girl's corpse.

Dragged is the body of Diandra bloodstained, heading to the back of the house whose yard is wide. Next to it is a garden belonging to the people. Widji saw a shovel leaning against a tree. Hurriedly he picked it up, and immediately dug up the ground to bury Diandra.

That silent night witnessed the passing of an innocent girl who was jolly and smiling. Drizzle drizzle then flushed, the longer the heavier it becomes rain. It was as if the universe was grieving over the incident that happened so quickly. Along with the rain, Diandra's blood flows creating a puddle that Widji then cleansed by putting sand and soil on it.

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Clear water points slid down from Genta's eyes. With a scanning gaze of Diandra from top to bottom, he cried with half of him not wanting to believe. No, it's not possible. Diandra, her only sister couldn't have been gone.

"No, it's all a lie, right?"

"If that wasn't true, I wouldn't be here, Mom."

"Sir..." Genta ran out of voice instantly. His shoulders were shaken afterwards. Crying with stuffing that he had never done before in his life. Her crying voice was painful for Diandra. "No way, Deck..."

"Nobody knows, Mom. I didn't say I wanted to go home. My friend told me to go to Jakarta for a few days. I always follow Mas. But when there's that evil ghost I can't get any closer to you."

Genta doesn't talk anymore. He was just crying, feeling his chest hurt. I hope that all of this is a dream, not a reality. With the rest of his strength, he hugged his sister. Feel carefully the hug to make sure it is true Diandra or not. He was sure he could recognize his sister when he did that.

"I'm really Diandra, Mas.." said the sister who knew what was on her brother's mind. "After this is over, I'm ready to go. Is it me, Mas?"

Hearing that Genta's cry became more and more. Somehow destiny works. When he was going to pick up the girl he loved, he also had to release Diandra who had always been a little girl in his eyes. All this time Genta never knew how to say how much he loved Diandra. His attitude is cool and sober, making him unable to express that affection.

"Dear to you, Dek. God's witness. You are the most beautiful gift that Mas has," said Genta on the sidelines of his cries. "Widji will pay for all this."

Immediately Diandra released Genta's embrace. Staring pushyly at those two wet red brown eyes. "Don't, Mas. The right to retaliate, not the right of Mas Genta. That's God's right. Quite sincere of me. Say the same Mother and Father. Always doain me, yeah. That's the only way to make me happy, Mas..."

Genta could at least see women crying, especially Diandra. "But the one he did to you..."

"I know. I know, Mas... But I don't want Genta to take revenge either. Look at all this. Look what's happening now. It's because of someone's revenge. What difference does it make to him if he wants revenge, huh?" reply Diandra with a soft tone, still crying.

Diandra slapped both of her hands on Genta's cheeks. Trying to dampen the emotions of the greatest young man for him. His thumb moved, wiping away those still flowing tears. But still, Genta cried with his voice. His hand held the hand of Diandra who was still on his cheek. Directing one of them to the lips and being frowned upon. Her tears still won't stop.

"Ikhlasin me yes, Mas...?"

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I swear this to cry. Gatau I just a time baper and too deep. The words and dialogue I created might not be like what I was responding to, so sorry if you don't touch😭

Pulis it feels like the kayak wants to be finished soon because the burden of bangeeettttt does not know how to explain hehe. But hopefully keep entertained

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