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...THE FACTS...

"Hell Records?"

Nayla nodded. ''You're still not sure? Just read!''

I took out two pieces of paper from his hands, then read them seriously.

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...KIRANA'S MOTHER'S NOTE...

One morning on such a gloomy day I tried to recall the disturbing dream last night. What a scary dream. But I don't remember it.

After preparing the needs of the children's home, as usual, I went shopping for vegetables at the market for the children's lunch home this week.

That morning the sky was not so clear, Yandri just drove me to the market after he came home not waiting. Not as usual.

After I finished shopping, I was surprised by a person who claimed to be a magician. He asked me to help him become the object of his magic attraction.

I nodded in compliance with his request.

Today the sky is so dark, as if to proclaim it will rain. Even so, people around the bus stop gathered to hear his invitation. The magic trick begins.

There was a thin glass, a hammer and a piece of red cloth in his hand.

He told me to put my hand in the small box that was prepared, and then the magician placed the thin glass over my palm, slowly he covered it with a red cloth and suddenly he hit the glass hard.

Not only me, the audience also shouted in surprise because of the sound of broken glass that was hit.

I don't feel anything happening to my hand just shards of glass like it, some splinters touching the skin on the palm of the hand.

"What do you think? Is the glass I put on your hand broken?" ask this street magician.

"Yes, of course." I answered firmly and quickly.

The faces of the people around him showed that they agreed with me.Not for a while, the magician took the batting tool back then smashed the glass he took out of his pocket, not a few he put it in the box in front of me, felt on the palm of my hand again falling some glass fragments.

After that he again pulled out a red cloth from his pocket, the magician asked permission to close my eyes with the cloth he had prepared.

Since my eyes were covered with cloth I could only guess what he was going to do, it seemed like he was banging the box in front of me so hard. Until I heard the sound of glass in the box, even so, I felt nothing.

A few moments after he finished******glass is in the box.

There was a sound of a box. Open-ended.

The audience screams were so loud. What a hysterical cry, as if they had seen such a terrible accident happen in front of them.

Hearing that hysterical scream, I panicked. Plus the audience next to me. "Look at her hand with that glass!" But I did not feel anything painful, wanting to see it. However, this cloth hinders him.

The audience was instantly silent after the magician calmed down. Just a split second after the audience's boisterous voice subsided, a giggle came back from the box cover. Looks like it's closed back. "Are you curious about what the audience is seeing?" the magician asked me.

I'm nodding. "Sure!"

"Well, we'll open this pretty patch and ask her how she feels. Applause dong!" said magician.

The sound of applause was again heard boisterously around me.

The magician cast a strange spell from his lips. Then open the cloth that closed my eyes. "Can you introduce your name?"

"Kirana," I rubbed both eyes.

"Okay Kirana, the audience saw a glass and your hands were covered in blood in this box." He's waiting for my reaction.

I only made a shocked expression to make the audience even more tense. "In the countdown we'll reopen this box. I'll show this beautiful woman straight away what really happened with her hand" she exclaimed, making me smile.

"Are you ready? " sanyanya.

I'm asserting.

Three, Two, One. The sound of the audience comes along and makes the atmosphere more interesting.

Hmr.... Black open box.

The applause of the audience again sounded jarring compactly around me.

The small box that contained my hand and the shattered glass, all of them were still intact without the slightest scratch, a fantastic illusion.

The magician held my hand and helped get it out.

“Can lift up and show your hands towards the audience!"

I also follow his orders.

"Might see, Kirana's hands are still intact and fine– thank you, thank you," he said lowered his head and spread an empty jar for the audience who wanted to donate.

Not long after showing the results of his attraction, the public transport I was waiting for, finally came.

I chose a large place in the back. 

The magician sat beside me. During the trip he just thanked me and asked me something unimportant about me.

After arriving at the home, I put the groceries in the kitchen. My habit is to wash my hands before doing other activities. The slowly flowing water in my hand, was painful in the thumb, it seemed like the splash of glass was really hurting me.

A few weeks later. The children of the orphanage will go on an annual tour to Bandung. And they'll stay there for a few nights.

Two days before they left I went back to the market to prepare some supplies. On that day I did not see the magician again do his attraction. Maybe he moved out.

The day that was decided arrived. Mr. Berend and the orphanage children also left. With a warm smile they said goodbye. I can't come with. Because I have to take care of Nayla. 

Nayla is a good girl somehow her sister didn't allow her to get out of this parlour. Bizarrely.

For four years, he stayed in the room without speaking. Honestly, I was surprised when in the morning Nayla suddenly said that later in the afternoon her brother's friend police would come to see her. Nayla asked me to let her meet. I also nodded in allowing.

Today I am so grateful that Nayla still wants to talk to someone other than me. Because all this time she was forbidden by her brother to talk to anyone other than me. "Who did you know he was coming?" ask me to her.

He just smiled, not answering.

Not a good afternoon, so much rain. Car spotlights emanate from the gate there. I saw the car wanted to get in but was stopped by Yandri.

I remembered what Nayla said that her brother's friend from the police would come see her.

After I allowed it. Yandri let him in. A beautiful girl with long unraveling hair, tall lansing body, had white skin and a tapered face coming out of the small car running towards me then stuck out her hand introducing.

After I finished introducing and telling her the purpose, I told her to come in to wait in the living room. Because Nayla's upstairs. Looks like this beautiful girl is a good person, yesterday seen from the look of Nayla's face shows that this girl will help him. 

Since this girl is a special person to Nayla, I also prepare warm food and drinks for her in the upper kitchen.

Even the rain has not stopped today.

When I prepared the hot cappucino for them, it turned out that the sugar stock was up in the kitchen, so I had to go pick it up in a separate warehouse out there.

I took an umbrella at the corner of the door and went downstairs to get some sugar in the barn.

I walked back and forth to see the two of them having a warm conversation in the living room. They didn't realize I was passing next to them.

Let's just say why you should reprimand them.

Under the black sky that was pouring down rain, I walked slowly to the warehouse, At first glance I stared at the gate, Yandri was still quietly with a cigarette in his hand.

She looked at me like she was saying something but I didn't hear her, because suddenly the wind was so strong it was blowing towards the east, making the skirt I pulled up so wet. Yandri at the gate there just smiled looking.

After I finished taking my sugar back to the parlour.When it was right on the door lip, I was surprised to hear the voice of the policewoman, she wanted to make something that was off limits to Nayla.

My body reflexively went in dropping an umbrella on the door. Unknowingly I forbade him to take Nayla away. It was a ban from his brother.

The girl from the police force only smiled gracefully after I warned her. 

After telling them they had prepared the dish. I went back to the entrance to pick up the fallen umbrella.

When I closed the umbrella my head felt dizzy, my body felt trembling.

I hurried to leave them below. While walking on the stairs, suddenly my head felt hit so hard on the back, my left hand was holding the edge of the stairs, making the sugar bag fall.

Looking at the plastic bag that had come off, my hand reflexively grabbed it. But my left hand did not reach him.

Unknowingly my position held by the umbrella's support slipped, making the umbrella thrown down on the tail by my body that fell on the stairs.

The umbrella opened suddenly down there, not dodging a glimpse into my head…

MY END...

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This what? The sentence that first appeared in my head after I finished reading the sheet of paper that Nayla had given me. My body trembled a little and my heart beat as if to a degree of uneasiness. My mind just wants to reject this note.

Something that cannot be trusted and accepted by reason, how is it possible?

How can this record match what I did today. And how could the incident that befell the orphanage woman recorded details here. How could? As if everything was planned and arranged.

The question kept coming up over and over again.

My face that wanted to laugh at Nayla also faded and showed confusion and anxiety, if only this was true.... There will be something terrifying terror in the future.

Of course, this is something dangerous. My mind floated around the atmosphere. This is a message, a message you want to convey. But for whom? Nayla's? The cops? Why was this note sent here?

My head wants to break thinking about it.

"Hows it? And what do you think?" ask someone who is smiling in front of me.

That smile seemed to say.

Still can't believe it?

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