AWAKENED
Two: Unbalanced

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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......

That morning as usual, Salfa woke up early when he had an unfinished college assignment. The habit is so, doing anything when it is nearing a deadline. Now Salfa is sitting sweetly at his study table, working immediately because his class will start at eight.

In the middle of his activities, from the corner of his eye, he seemed to realize someone was standing in the corner of his room. His focus had already begun to be distracted, but he tried not to think about it, and continued the unfinished task. For him, being a child of Civil Engineering made him confused, moreover, it was not the direction he wanted. But, in order to make his father happy for once, he followed the advice.

Kreeks...

That voice sounded horrified in Salfa's ears. He realized his wardrobe was open by himself, but he did not forget to lock it every time after taking anything. Not getting out of the chair, Salfa watched the closet. Slowly, he saw pale fingers coming out of it. Spontaneously, the girl stood up and walked backwards away from the closet.

"Who?" he asked, after understanding that it was not from the human class.

There's no answer. But the hand is still there. Feeling fed up because it felt like it had waited long enough, Salfa approached. Along with his footsteps towards the closet, the hand entered. And just as he came to the front of the cupboard the door was still wide open, the hand, was gone. There's nothing there but clothes hanging in the hanger.

"Help me..."

DEG! Salfa's breath felt choked to hear the right sound behind him. That thing, making the fur on the neck of the back stand up all, the goosebumps felt up to the ears. It feels so close.

The frail and trembling voice of the man made Salfa not dare to turn his head. He only grimaced with tears by chanting the prayers he could. His hand, slowly closed the closet door, because many realized, there is a glass that is not so big on the outside.

After the glass was plastered, Salfa only knew. That man, the pedangan assongan. Still complete with a shabby green t-shirt. And not as he had seen the father for the first time, now the form he appeared to be the one in which Salfa had been made to shout loudly in that terrible night.

"M-father?" salfa covered his mouth with one palm. "How can I help? S-I have to tell what to your family?"

"They didn't know I was dead... I'm asking for help..."

"Why don't you try to meet them yourself?" the stupid question came out of Salfa's mouth.

"They're not like you... They can't see and hear me... Help me..."

It seemed, Salfa had already begun to be able to control himself. The fear slowly disappeared somewhere when he saw the father crying. Feels, tightness. So tight. It was as if Salfa could feel the deep sadness of the fathers. After removing a drop of tears that fell on his cheek, Salfa looked back into the mirror but the father was gone. Disappeared.

"Hello, Ra? I'll pick you up now. I went down that road. I have to finish this immediately," said Salfa via a telephone call that he immediately took on the desk study. The girl immediately put her phone in a small sling-bag, picked up a jacket, and tied her hair.

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The clock shows at seven o'clock in the morning when Salfa and Kinara arrive on the road. Not many traders because the road is crowded only when afternoon until night. Even so, Salfa still hopes to get the information he is looking for from warteg-warteg which is open since morning as a destination for people who are looking for breakfast.

"Excuse me, Ma?" greeting Salfa to the owner of the warteg where he and Kinara were once given water, a few days ago. Mothers who are taking rice for a buyer welcome Salfa like a person who welcomes buyers. It is not at all aware that the two girls who came were in his stall when an accident occurred the other day.

After serving the buyer, the mother turned to Salfa and Kinara waiting. "What do you want, Neng?"

After carefully watching the two girls before him, the owner of the warteg seemed to be remembering something. "Oh, this isn't what fell in front of that time stall huh?"

Both nod. Kinara turned to Salfa, his friend was silent, must be confused about opening a conversation from where. However, not everyone believes in ghosts if they have never experienced them themselves. Kinara took the initiative to ask, representing Salfa.

"Mom, sorry to interrupt the timing. We're here, asking you a few questions."

Surprised, the mother was stunned for a moment. It is probably not unusual to deal with such a word. "Sit down, sit down, Neng," said the mother then as she pulled two plastic stools into the middle of the warteg, right behind the display case containing side dishes and some kinds of vegetables. "What's up?"

Salfa and Kinara looked at each other. One scratched the back of his head that was not itching. The other was busy playing both feet under the bench.

Then, the mother opened her voice again. "What's up, Neng? Don't scare me" he said, holding his chest.

Kinara immediately replied, after having a look and found Salfa still silent. "On the fathers who died. Do you know me?" he asked slowly, doubtfully.

"Huh? That hawker?" surprised by the owner of the stall, replied with a nod of two girls in front of him. "Mom doesn't know ya. You see, the sales are moving, not always here. I've been here a few times, just buy white rice. Mother never asked anything, people think most of the father has his own side dish, that's."

"Why, Neng?" continue the mother again because she was curious enough.

Salfa is really flabbergasted. How should he explain? Did he have to say that the peddler met him, asking for help? Which sane person would believe such a thing? Moreover, he lived in the capital which in fact is the center of the development of technology and witnesses the development of the times, where the people are modern with logical thinking. Oh my God, his head is about to break.

"Come, Mom. I need to know where my father's family is. Where can I find someone who knows?" salfa asked later, choosing not to talk more and more.

The owner of the warteg was silent for a moment. Until, someone who entered the stall made the focus of the three people switch. There was a buyer, requiring the mother to serve her order food immediately. Salfa and Kinara waited, again.

"Come, Neng. Mother just remembered," said the mother who returned to sit after the buyer was out warteg. "That father is not a real person here. Logatnya like a native Bandung, his Sundanese thick."

Bandung's? Salfa and Kinara looked back at each other. As difficult as this turns out. Bandung is quite far away, it is necessary to take a train if it is not possible to use a motorbike or private vehicle. They both dared to use the bike, but leaving without saying goodbye made Salfa doubt and fear that something happened on the road. Wanna get in the car? They both cannot drive.

Kinara, who knew out of her head what Salfa was thinking, whispered softly, "If it's his house there, I'll go, Sal."

Luckily Salfa had a friend who always understood his circumstances. Not going when it's hard, equally grateful when happy. After nodding at Kinara, Salfa turned again to the owner of the warteg. "Who should we ask, Mom?"

"After Mother anyway, the father if around here, usually sitting with the grandparents over there," pointed the mother towards a store terrace that was still closed at that time.

"Grandparents?" reply Kinara with a frown.

The mother nodded, but showed a strange expression. "But the guy's kind of, Neng. Grandpa hasn't been seen around here since before."

Judging from the way he spoke, both Salfa and Kinara immediately understood what he meant. Up here, it's even harder. But there's no choice. The grandfathers might be able to answer their questions.

"Well, Sal?" ask Kinara when she gets to the front of the store. There's a concrete bench. His hand pulled Salfa to sit down.

"Yes how? Wait a minute," replied Salfa resignedly.

"Later in the afternoon, we'll be here again. There's still tomorrow, Sal."

"That's cliche? A lot of people say that but never think. The day does exist, but the day doesn't necessarily exist, Ra."

Kinara immediately moved her lips, feeling insinuated with the word 'never thought'. Even so he knew, the words of Salfa did not mean to insinuate him, but just an uneg-uneg expression. "Yes, I never thought...!" reply with a little made up. "Udah ah come on, you'll have a class."

Moving to the motorbike parked near the warteg mothers they met earlier, the hoarse voice of someone greeting. "My fingers?"

The sweet iced tea that Kinara bought in the warteg had now fallen creating a puddle on the ground. His surprise was not to play until his hands lost balance in holding his drink. Salfa was equally shocked. Scanned the man from top to bottom. His clothes are dirty and dirty. The old man stood with his wooden stick. He was barefoot, and wore pants that perforated on many sides.

It was, the grandfathers they both were waiting for.

But there is one thing that Salfa thinks is odd. With such a look, generally, the grandfather's smell was certainly pungent. But this isn't. In fact, the aroma is like boiled pandan leaves that now greet his sense of smell. Very fragrant.

"What makes people bad is ambition. Bad on the outside, sometimes not necessarily bad on the inside. You guys, snot boys, don't be pretentious to judge others hahaha," said the grandfather who made Salfa and Kinara stupefied.

True said the owner of the warteg.

Soon, a shadow was seen by Salfa. Hard to explain, but the point is, the grandfather seems to have another shadow in him. Which looks bright. Skin's clean. The grandfather now looked like a stacked layer, and watching it made Salfa's head very dizzy.

Kinara who was holding her friend who was about to fall, had a glance at the grandfather. He saw his grandfather round his eyes for a moment when he saw Salfa.

"Oh... So you're gonna help Karni?" ask the grandfather.

"Carni?" salfa and Kinara.

"Karni his house in Bandung border area. His wife and son are there. Deliberately not brought here, so as not to know what Karni's job. He's been tricked by people, promising office work. Fuck indeed," said the grandfather, without noticing who was spoken to. "Twenty years of Karni in Jakarta. Not once a year to go home. The son did not know himself, always spent money, without knowing how his father here eat only white rice, to be able to send money there."

After the grandfather said all that, he immediately took a paper from his crackle bag. Give it to me without seeing anyone. Kinara. When it opened, it was an address. Kinara's eyes rounded, immediately showing it to Salfa whose dizziness he was able to overcome. As if, the grandfather knew what they were looking for and had already prepared it.

Soon when Salfa thought. Perhaps, this is all one of the purposes for which the Power gives its advantages. Intermediary between the living and the dead. At that moment he was determined.

"Thank you, Cake. I'm there now."

Grandpa smiled, then passed. Leaving behind the two girls who were still glued. Again, Salfa and Kinara looked at each other. His gaze then went down to read once again the address.

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It is not polite to go without saying goodbye. Salfa himself also did not know how to be this spontaneous. Unlike Salfa, Kinara seemed ordinary. Obviously it was a question in Salfa's head.

"Lo don't feel weird, go not saying goodbye to Nyokap lo?" ask Salfa.

Kinara, who had returned to holding the sweet iced tea after having bought it for the second time this morning in front of the station, only grimaced briefly. "Obsolutely normal. If you get to the new house say."

"Well, if you do, if not?" ketus Salfa's.

Suddenly, Kinara changed her sitting position more inclined to Salfa. "Sal, can you, in everything you think that positive even a little? Feelings, you nothing like made horror that, the stars can now see so."

"Ra, step off your legs!" sergeant Salfa quick.

A woman carrying something bloody was walking by crying. Kinara's legs were straightened at that time, so Salfa asked him to fix the seat to give way.

"What's up, Sal? Someone passed by?"

Salfa did not answer. It seemed, he lost his appetite to eat the snack he bought along with Kinara bought the iced tea earlier. The one held by the woman was like a baby, but not yet fully formed. Maybe a miscarriage victim?

"Lupain, Ra."

The longer on the train, Salfa felt more and more passing, various forms. He also chose to sleep instead of getting stressed. "When you arrive, say. Don't go down by yourself" he chanted to Kinara before closing his eyes.

Just barely asleep, the sound of a cell phone makes Salfa jerk up. To curse it feels like it can't be. The name on the phone screen. Andini, his college classmate. His feelings are no longer good.

Not to mention he said hello, one voice came out across the phone. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN? It's not a fool's errand, Salfa! You are trifling me?! Want me to give you your C?"

Dead, Sal. Just die.

That's the voice of Mr. Rusli, his lecturer in the first course of the day. Indeed, the task of the paper that was bought was backwards for two weeks, and today is the maximum limit. There is no apology for those who have not completed their work. Salfa had actually been thinking about it, so he had talked to Andini to accompany him to Mr. Rusli's house tonight.

But, it's like this. Mr. Rusli was furious. Salfa was only able to bow quietly after his lecturer turned off the phone connection. Although there was a chat coming in from Andini, that the one who got angry was not only Salfa, but there were also six other students, but still the clash was imprinted on his mind.

"Why, Sal? How's that shoot?" ask Kinara who is starting to panic.

Salfa heaved heavily. "I don't know, Ra. I'm dead-end now. I don't think there's any balance between real-life and all this."

Those who pass by without being seen by just anyone, increasingly make the heart of Salfa not because it feels. His eyes sharply glared at all of them with full of aggravation. Wh why? Why did his life have to come like this? Seeing them alone sometimes still makes Salfa not dare to dwell for fear, plus all things in real life between family, heart problems, and education.

God, why is my life like this? Why so heavy?

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