Ballad of Love The Dancer
Chapter 57
Meanwhile, in the room, Sari sat dumbstruck on the edge of the bed. He stared at the old book on the dresser. Sari stood up and approached the table where the book was placed.
Ghost dancer, old book, Auntie Daniel, and the mask dancer, are they related? Just be curious, so want to open this book but …,
For a moment Sari hesitated, but curiosity made her dare to open the book. Sari grabbed the old book and moved it onto the bed. Sari let out a long sigh before she slowly opened the book.
May nothing happen .
The first page began to read slowly,
...Amsterdam, 2000 June 12th...
...De eerste keer dat ik hem ontmoette was op een seminar over culturele kunst. Hij verbaasde me met de Indonesian culture. Knappe man genaamd Imran, met zijn type Indonesian. Ik werd verliefd op hem vanaf de eerste keer dat we elkaar ontmoetten. ...
...Hij is mijn liefde, en voor altijd....
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...Amsterdam, June 12, 2000...
...The first time I met him was in a cultural arts seminar. It amazed me with Indonesian culture. Handsome guy with a thick Indonesian accent. A handsome guy named Imran, and I've been in love with him since the first time we met....
...He is my love forever....
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Sari stopped reading it for a moment.
"So it's true this book belongs to Auntie Danique, but who is Imran?" Mumbled
Sari found a photo tucked behind the next page. A picture of a handsome man.
"This is Imran, not bad."
Some photos of the two of them together were also embedded in the book. Romantic dinner together, dining with friends, when they had a picnic together, and photos together like a couple wearing Klederdracht complete with wooden shoes.
"They're very harmonious, true mom Aunty Danique's face looks like me just the face of Aunt Danique looks more bule, her eyes are also more beautiful and wide." Sari
Sari began to feel a strange vibration when she was about to open the next page. He hesitated to open it again. And then immediately closed the book.
"Kok I'm afraid, actually said Bagas ni book read together. Horror taste!"
Sari returned the book to the table, a small gust of wind smashing down on her face. Sari was surprised,
Eh, the wind from where there is no fan flame .
Sari felt a breath hitting her nape. As soon as his hair bristled, his back began to feel heavy as if something had happened to him.
The breath he felt again. Sari closed her eyes, trying to strengthen her heart. Slowly he turned and opened his eyes. Sari was relieved, there was nothing behind her.
Thank goodness .. my congratulations, kirain there is who in the back.
He decided to go to sleep immediately, and forced himself to close his eyes. The breath he felt back at his nape this time even sounded quite loud and accompanied by an indistinct whisper. Sari clenched her hand trying to control herself.
O Allah, come again and he .. bodo very much pretended not to feel ajalah .., inner Sari again.
With all her might Sari tried to fight against her fear. He began chanting the holy verses of the Qur'an in his heart as best he could until he fell asleep.