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CHAPTER 5

Nania placed a bunch of white roses on her mother's grave that Sunday morning, replacing the withered – flowers, cleaning the tomb, she said, knitting back longs and sad that have unraveled on day – days ago.

The atmosphere on the burial ground was so quiet, there were only 2 – 3 families who seemed to be on pilgrimage there. Nania momentarily looked at her mother's grave, sighing, before finally stepping away from the tomb.

The deg! Nania's heart was racing. His gaze fell on a young man in black costume – black who was standing silently staring at two stone tombs located not far from the tomb of mama Nania.

“It...Fairro...Ghost Jelangkung it..” Inner Nania surprised. “When did he come? How did I not see?”

Feeling glanced at, Fairro turned his head. Nania felt her blood whirring. For a while the two just looked at each other without saying – words.

Under the sight of that pair of ash – eagle eyes, Nania shuddered. It is still difficult to get rid of the memory of the terrible events of that night. Nania felt her legs starting to hard stand firmly on the ground, it felt like there was a chill blowing into her body.

“Oh Lord...Why should I always meet this creepy creature??” inner Nania fear.

The sparkle of the gold chain of the necklace tied to Fairro's left wrist made Nania's attention momentarily shifted to the necklace. The pentagram-shaped pendant hanging swayed – swing in the chain of necklaces that should not fit into that bracelet. The girl was surprised to see the famous pentagram pendant in her eyes, her face immediately pale.

“Hey...That Pentagram Necklace!!” nania's screeches caused Fairro to appear to be gasping for it. The young man inexplicably hunted – hurriedly hid his left hand behind his back as if he did not like the pentagram necklace bound on his wrist was visible to Nania. The girl with curly hair bit her lips.

“It...Knock the Pentagram pendant necklace I'm looking for – find it...Which I found at this funeral the other day...The necklace suddenly disappeared after the incident...How can it be on him?? How can??” nania's inner self in the heart. “Not wrong anymore...The necklace is very unique, there can be no two..”.

Nania could see that the gray-eyed young man – ash looked worried because Nania knew about the pentagram necklace.

“Did he take the pentagram necklace?? But when? Oh no...” crossed that thought in Nania. “What...Is....That night he came to my room for taking the necklace?? Is actually his necklace that was scattered near the tomb of Mama...The thing...He certainly had that time...Time helped me...Jesus Christ...”

Nania took a few steps back from where she was standing. The curly-haired girl clenched her mouth, shockingly staring at Fairro. He almost decided to run away because he could not resist the horror of facing Fairro, if only the young man did not open his voice.

“Sorry...Forgive me..” said Fairro in a slow tone. “Gue did not mean to make lo and friends – you scared friends that time in bookstore..”

“You what exactly?? The pentagram necklace...Why is it on Lo?? Are you a human or a ghost??” the question just came out of Nania's mouth.

“Gue is not a ghost...I am an ordinary human being like lo...” said Fairro from behind a horde of long hair that covered almost half of his face.

“But why that night...It was you, who came to us...You came because you want to take the pentagram necklace, right??” there was a hint of panic in Nania's voice.

“Gue never came to your home..”.

“Gue..”

At first glance Nania saw Fairro as if he really wanted to say something to her, but something arrived – arrived with all her strength to not say. Nania saw the look in the eyes of the ash eagle – that ash arrived – just arrived to be very sad.

“Oh come on, I don't care how you take it...Now that necklace you got....Please, don't bother us anymore...Anyone or anything else...Don't bother us anymore...I beg..”.

“Kalo you don't want me...Alright...I'll go..” said Fairro, his crystal-clear – ash eyes looking at Nania with a view that made Nania have to turn her face away from Fairro. I don't know what the view means, but that must have made Nania's breath feel tight. Nania did not know, as if an invisible hand was strangling her neck at that moment. What's with that – ash eye view? Like there's magic...Like ada...

Fairro eventually leaves Nania, and disappears behind a grove of trees in the cemetery.

As new in spite of something so gripping, Nania wiped her face and adjusted her breathing. A feeling of relief and uneasiness mixed into one in Nania's heart. Why did Fairro look at him like that? That look was so scary! I hope nothing terrible happens after this...Nania leaned against the tree closest to where she was standing. At first glance seen by the sweet girl the inscription carved in the stone – stone tomb where Fairro made the pilgrimage earlier.

‘This is resting quietly, my 6th parent, lovingly I will remember you forever.’

“Parents to – 6??” Nania was confused to read the writing that looked so strange. The word – was deliberately carved specifically under the name and a row of dates on the tombstones of the two tombs.

Nania doesn't understand. Since his meeting with Fairro at the Funeral Complex on Sunday, he seemed to have a very disturbing taste. Fairro, every time he wanted to forget that young man, then Fairro's shadow haunted his mind even more. The look in the eyes of the – ash eagle of Fairro at the time they met at the cemetery on Sunday deeply troubled him, that gaze as if piercing his heart so deeply, so that his breath seemed to have stopped freezing coldly in that gaze. But at the same time, he also felt a turmoil of sensations that were so tender but also so sad....Very sad...Touching his heart As if the eyes of the ash eagle – the ashes wanted to tell him something...Something's...Butwhat??

“Jeez, why is that Fairro? What is he really?” whispered Nania as she put her Hello Kitty pen on top of her Diary – book that spread wide in front of her that night. “Why can't I stop thinking about him? Is he really a ghost, right?? Why can he be terrible but also at the same time good?”

Nania threw herself on her bed. The wall clock ticking once indicates the time has shown at one in the morning.

“Yes God...I can't sleep...Every time I closed my eyes, Fairro's shadow would appear..It feels unbelievable...His attitude when at the grave of mama, when on the beach....In that bookstore...I'll hit him...Make the book fall...Where there are ghosts can search for books in a bookstore, in broad daylight again...But...The events of that night? Why does he look so horrible and supernatural...Like ghosts...And why is she so scared of losing that pentagram necklace??” noah was confused. “What exactly is it? Are Fairro and Jelangkung ghosts 2 different people? But...His face is very similar...Her hair...Ash eye – ashes...It is rare for anyone to have ash eyes – ash...So it can't be a different person! It must be him!”

Nania leaned over hugging her heart-shaped pink pillow. Nania recalled the events after they came out of the bookstore the other day, the broadness of Fairro's shadow running down the street, stretching out both hands, closing her eyes, letting her hair wail in the wind, standing against the big bus that almost hurt Nania and her friend – friend, as if clearly imagined in her eyes...O God...Nania bit her lips, everything Fairro did back then so that it gave her goosebumps as well as being blown away. Enchanted? Ah how is it possible! Nania. How could I be fascinated with Fairro the terrible ghost...Fairro must be a ghost...But why is he...Ah, no! Nah! Nania shook her head – shook her head trying to get those – thoughts out of her head.

“Aduuuh...Why the hell am I?? How do you think about Fairro like this?? Weird!” rutuk Nania was half annoyed at herself.

The hour hand slowly shifted, at one past forty-five minutes early in the morning when the curly-haired girl finally fell asleep as well due to fatigue, and it was clear – made Nania not hear the strains of the violin that began to mengayu-dayu lirih break the silence that morning. A more violin groove makes the feathers stand up than enjoyed. I don't know who played the violin in the early hours of the day. No one knows.