AWAKENED
PROLOGUE "WIRA STORY" - BONUS IMPROMPTU 1

The sun has given up today. Beware of the sky to stop shining on the earth for a while, before tomorrow keeps its promise again to return. Its rays adorn the colourful evening sky, beating out any twilight painting ever. The work of God is unparalleled.

Sitting hugging his knees on the roof of his house without fear of falling because when he was a child had felt it—which in fact, he was still alive after—makes Wira no longer afraid of it. A wind groped the man's senses, which a moment later turned into Willy, the ghost who had been his friend all along. The hero only glances for a moment, preferring to enjoy the twilight that brings the birds flying back home.

A lot of things changed. Disappointed saying hello. Open secrets. Sadness enveloped. But the loneliness, it accompanies with no self-knowledge. The hero who was originally quiet, now becomes more closed than before. The guy spends more time in the room, shutting himself up, as if he were living on another planet that is just himself the only human being there.

"You're thinking about your father, aren't you, Wir?" ask Willy then. His pale face looked at Wira as if it understood what her friend was feeling.

"Don't know! Who thinks about Bokap? My people again think of girls during the ceremony," replied the Ketus Hero which of course is a lie.

In my heart, I only feel the void. For a month he never stopped regretting. Sneezing that stifles the chest to make it difficult to sleep at night so often evacuate to the school library the next day for a moment of sleep. His father, the man he trusted most in life, who was a nurturer and a pride for him, had a dark past behind him. It hurts so much.

That moment of silence, Willy changed places to be right in front of the Hero, highlighting the intimidation that his friend knew what he meant. "Isha! Yes, I did! I think about Bokap again. Satisfied?" sharp Hero.

Willy shot again to the left side of his friend. Facing towards the sunset in the west there, just like the Hero. "But I think you've had enough of life to die for thirty-three days, Wir. Like it or not, your life is still going on."

"Well or not, you won't be able to live anymore. Then why is there still in this world, while there is no more thing that shackles you here?"

Apparently despite having heard that many times from Wira, Willy still stared in annoyance. "Like you who ask the same thing many times, many times I have also answered. I am not a spirit, but a clone of my true spirit. My spirit, already forty days after the massacre incident two hundred and fifty-seven years ago, left this world."

The hero immediately looked. Indeed, if you talk about the death of Willy, until now even Wira still feels sliced. Willy and his family are killed in the misadventure of an informant who reports that Willy's father is an enemy spy. You could say, when he died, Willy was two years old from the age of the present Wira. He is a mixture of Dutch–Indigenous, so that the contours of his face are more firm with a taper nose, white skin. His hair was a little curly, but he disliked it the most when Wira taunted him on the crib.

The two of them knew each other when Wira was invited to a shopping center in Semarang, the city where the grandmother lived. The shopping center is said to be the settlement of Willy's house hundreds of years ago. There, their gazes meet and Willy feels a match with a small child who apparently can see him, then they start to know and become friends until now. Not without reason Willy felt suitable, but he also had a younger brother who when his family was slaughtered, had the same age range as the Hero at that time.

When Willy joined Wira back to Jakarta, it was then that he gave a view of the massacre by inviting Willy to explore the past. Willy was shot in the middle of his forehead. The mother, who was carrying her sister to save herself, was dealt a blow to the back of the head, causing blood to flow through her nose and ears, and the boy in his mother's arms was stabbed by a dagger in the abdomen. The father is the most terrible. His neck was wrapped around a rope and dragged out with a face that was trampled to the point of bleeding. When shown all that, the eight-year-old woman cried, until it was difficult to eat for days without her family knowing why.

No one knows that during his lifetime, the hero travels a lot when night falls. The body is right still in the room, in a sleeping position so as not to be suspicious, but the contents? On adventure. All of that is because of the ghosts that disturb him outside the window of the room, because, his house has been fitted with a protective fence when he was a baby. Nilam, the mother once told me. He said in the past Wira often got interference, fuss is not reasonable.

"Wil, you never really, really hate the same Bokap lo?"

Willy who was new to the vocabulary of today including the name 'Bokap-Nyokap' when he became a friend of the Hero, replied. "Earlier. When he said he was going to celebrate my birthday, he went to war. Then back home in a state of near death."

"Just because of that?" wonder Hero. The tone was enough to make Willy look over.

"The thing you measure with the word only means something to me, Wir. Today, birthday celebrations are no longer a sacred thing. Maybe just for fun. But in my family, it was the most harmonious times."

"Then, have you ever hated God because your family had to end up like that?" ask the hero again.

"of course. But, no one knows how and under what circumstances someone breathed his last, right?"

The hero agreed. Once again he gets a lesson from his conversation with Willy. The guy looked up at the already blackened sky. Followed by the voice of the mouth-washing from various directions that proclaimed the Adhan. The hero got up, walked cautiously towards the stairs he used to climb onto the roof. Just as he was about to descend, Willy's voice charged at him, making him stop and fixate on the spot.

"And you, Wir? Have you ever hated God for being given such an advantage?"

For a moment, Wira fell silent and sighed softly. "Often. Every time those figures come in a sinister form, and turn me into just as creepy!" the reply was a fad, hiding the real answer that was deeper and more serious than just now. The guy pointed at his eyelids. "See? My eyes are the same as yours because you cannot sleep well. Goddamnit!"

Willy, who had instantly darted and suddenly was already in front of the Hero, blocked his path, smiling cynically. "You think you can lie to me?"

Ignoring Willy, Wira walks to the back door of his house. But Willy's not his name if he gives up just like that, he continues to confront Wira. Yes, although actually Wira can easily penetrate it, but not done because there is a strange sensation when it happens. Like his body felt crashing which was difficult to explain by words. It's easy this way: it's like colliding in general, but it's penetrating. It's weird, isn't it? And also, the pain is the same as when colliding with humans.

"You're still feeling bad, aren't you, Wir?" ask Willy when Wira stops. "You know what you're seeing isn't human, but you keep quiet. You realize that you live in two worlds, but you keep it a secret. Dan—"

"And I grew up to be a little nolep guy because I couldn't take it all? Is that what you're gonna say?" sharp Wira because of careless. Indeed, despite daily sharing with Willy, it was not uncommon for them to debate as they are now, just to show who won between the two.

This time Willy smiled even more sinisterly. "Humans really like to get things wrong. I want to talk about the girl you like. I would say you grew up as a man who didn't know love until you met your first love this morning."

"Have, reason." The hero soon passes again, and Willy follows.

"So, since I managed to piss you off, I won, right?"

"Lo use reason. I'm the one who won."

"Hey, man. How could that be?"

"Hey, DEMON! Why can't you?" willy's tone rose to the word 'demon' he said.

Someone was sipping a glass of cold water that he took from the refrigerator when Wira surprised him. The curly-haired girl in the kitchen spouted out the water she drank and immediately thrust a sharp gaze at the sister. "Oh, so I'm a demon?"

Wira is shocked because Salfa, her brother, is in the kitchen. His eyes bulged with both hands waving with the intention of explaining that it was not Salfa he was referring to. "Not lo, Brother."

Not yet able to answer, just when Wira glanced to the side, Willy looked in through the door, making Salfa jumped in shock because he found his ghost friend grimacing at him. The lady chuckled at her brother's expression. Indeed, when compared to her, Salfa's courage is far below that of Wira because there has not been half a year of the girl's inner eyes open by themselves. Is when the age of Salfa exactly twenty-one years.

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The second day when Wira feels in love for the first time. He went to school with a different look than usual. If since his father died he never wanted to eat at the dinner table again, and chose in the room just confine himself, this morning another. The man who was ready in his gray white uniform was stared strangely by Salfa and Nilam.

When saying goodbye too, Wira who usually only shakes regular hands, now kissed the cheek of Nilam first. "Go ahead, Buk."

Salfa who was biting the fried tempeh, did not blink his eyes looking just now. His gaze met the mother, encoding the same thing. Wonder of course. A month or so is like an undead leaving the room only when school, bathing, and picking up food and returning dishes to the kitchen. Now, something is different.

"What's he been dreaming about, Buk?" salfa then smiled.

"No idea. I think since yesterday he started to change. Yesterday home from the ceremony, he immediately requested to be made fried rice," Nilam replied as he poured warm tea into a small cup for his daughter. "It's hard not to deny, brother. Yesterday I was so happy. Not long ago did he not request any cooking to Ibuk?"

Salfa's hand grabbed her mother's hand. "Salfa is happy too, Buk. Hope this is the beginning of our house is not empty anymore, huh?"

"Aamiinu. Hopefully yes, brother?"

Meanwhile, from outside the house, Wira who had turned on the motor smiled slightly hearing the report from Willy who immediately darted forward after eavesdropping on the talk of his mother and daughter in the kitchen. Soon after, Willy climbed into the arms of Wira, wrapped his hands around his friend's stomach for fear of riding the 'hot bike'— title he gave to the bike because it had a hot engine.

Wira glanced disgustedly behind him. "Huh, what the fuck?! You can fly and disappear times, Wil! Get down, don't you?!"

"Once in a while, Wir, what's wrong? If you mind me holding on, don't you usually?"

"Normally when? That was two years ago when I was able to ride a motorcycle!" The hero recalls the incident where he was made to fall in a junction due to Willy holding on very tightly, causing him to be unable to breathe. "Lo is so disgusted to hold on! What the hell are you afraid of? Falling off? The wounds? Die off? Elo is dead time."

A second later, Willy sped off the Whirlpool. There is also a point that Wira said. Moreover, given the incident of the fall of the Hero at that time, it made him not have the heart to let it happen again. When it comes to the words of Wira that sound rude, Willy does not mind at all. It was already common in case of ridicule between them. And this time, the hero wins.

The guy in the school uniform on his motorcycle chuckled satisfied to see Willy was already next to him. "Gue won."

After that, only Wira realized that the vegetable maker who stopped not far from his house looked strangely at him. Also three mothers who occasionally pay attention to it. All they saw was the guy talking to himself. But wait, Wira frowned with her squinting eyes looking more observant. The three mothers, only two of whom were human. One, looking at him revealed a ugly face.

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The loud sound of the break bell rang, but still not as loud as the bell entered, nor as bright as the bell came home. Perhaps, it is set like that by the ears of each student in school. It should be, right now Wira to the cafeteria with her two close friends in class. However, the annoying thing is, the ghosts of the mothers who were in the vegetable maker earlier, asked for help. Probably not asking, but forcing.

"I have two children at home who haven't eaten ... Give them some food" said the mother.

The hero looks at the bench next to him. Started guessing. "Do you have no relatives?"

The mother shook her head weakly with a sad look. "I only live three with my children. I died when I was buying vegetables to cook after getting more money. A sedan car has taken my life."

Classes left only a few students, all of whom were busy with their respective activities such as playing games, watching dramas on laptops, and the smartest child in the class was reading a novel. The bench of the Hero who was at the very back escaped the reach of their eyes so that at this time he could freely talk even though he had to whisper so that no one heard.

"Where does this mother ... live? You should have a neighbor who can take care of your kids to live in an orphanage, right?" wonder Hero. And after that, the guy only found a big smile on the mother's face. Looks meaningful so that makes the Hero reluctant to ask again. "Alright, I'll go with you to see Mom's kids."

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"Wir, hanging out yuk?" take Fadhil when he just got out of class. It seems difficult to wear a jacket with one hand because the other hand carrying his backpack whose rope was broken one of Faisal's actions. "Elo anyway, Cal. Make me complicated!" his grunts at Faisal were familiar there Ical.

"Yes sorry, Dhil. Lo also in a hurry to come out not waiting for me to finish the material. Yes I pull," Ical replied casually, then his gaze changed to the still silent Hero. "Where, Wir? Gas right?"

The steps of the hero stop. "No way, sorry."

"Well, when we want to ask why you suddenly become normal again" replied Fadhil too honestly.

"Obsolutely?" Hero sinis. "Udah, I'm busy."

"So busy really, are you a minister?" cibir Ical this time who was replied with just a wave of the hand of the Hero without looking back.

That's Wira. Living with abilities that can only be imagined by ordinary people, does not make it then become arrogant and proud. The hero keeps it all a secret, even from his family. He was just afraid of not being trusted and was considered strange by them. Until, one incident that has not been long, which was a month ago, made his family know of his abilities. That is when his father died, because of the witchcraft of someone who held a grudge for years. Mr. Aji, who is the brother's spiritual teacher, asks him to come and take the father to another dimension because he does know what the Hero keeps from everyone.

At last, his family knew. Although yes, Wira and Salfa—kaknya, did not manage to bring their father back until finally the father died. The thing that makes Wira between sorry and not, because when it was only found out that his father had cheated even to the point of leaving the woman who was pregnant with the child of his father. Moreover, the woman eventually committed suicide. If asked who in his family was the most injured, then it was Wira. Wiratama Adidana, a mysterious man with many secrets.

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