Empty Space In School

Empty Space In School
15. Anan Stops Dita


Bailed from the Arjuna family mansion. The girl took a blue angkot to the busway stop. Then, he'll take the busway to the hospital. Though his mother had asked him to go home only after finishing from the house of Aunt Dewi. However, Dita chose to accompany her mother to keep Ali in the hospital.


Dita asked a woman wearing a brown hijab to shift seats. 


"Sorry, ma'am, you can slide a little bit" said Dita.


"Yes, Neng, I can." The woman smiled and shifted her butt towards the left.


"Thank you, Mom," said Dita. 


Dita's eyes were directed at the figure of the boy near the mother earlier. Beside the mother, there was the figure of the boy who kept holding the leg of the veiled mother. Dita was about to say hello, but when she realized that the child's shell was hollow and showed brain melt and blood was still pouring, Dita was immediately stunned and pretended not to see.


'Duh, don't look please, don't look at me, ' Dita's mind. 


However, Dita's plea was late, the boy had already turned his head towards her. The boy laughed with a grin and was about to get closer to Dita by dragging her buttocks.


"Due…."


Suddenly, the public transport car stopped suddenly to make all passengers lose control and scream. 


"Sir driver why, anyway? If you bring a car let alone carrying a human like this, you should be careful dong, sir!" dita protest.


The ghost of the little boy fell down and lay at his feet. Dita tried to shift and even change seats to avoid. 


"Sorry, Neng. There was a car that stopped in front of me. I want to grab me. Maybe he wants to be bad again" said the driver.


"Traving you, sir! Yes, a good car is so willing to begal an angkot driver like you!" A man with a distended stomach and long hair sitting next to the driver patted the driver on the shoulder.


"Hehehe, yes, you want to take a tukeran," the driver joked.


We then saw a black BMW X6 sedan was blocking the public transport car he was riding. The figure of a handsome young man came down from the car. Dita knows.


"Lha, that's Anan, why would he come here?" Dita stared in disbelief until she rubbed her eyes.


Anan kicked off the side of a public transport car that Dita owned. That thing, had made Dita surprised and passengers beside Dita latah.


"Low down, Ta! I know you're inside!" Anan had kicked the axe of the angkot car and looked for the whereabouts of Dita.


Anan immediately looked for Dita at the angkot door. Meanwhile, Dita tries to hide her face by looking down and covering it with the hair she blotted out in front of the face, but still she is found by Anan.


"Don't look, don't look. Pait, pait, pait," said Dita.


"Here we go down!" yelling Anan pulls Dita's hand.


"Eh, there's Anan. Hello, how are you?" Dita grimaced and showed a ridiculous look.


Anan immediately pulled Dita at that time, even though he had previously been jolted by the existence of a ghost of a small child in the angkot.


"Eh, where's the Neng going? Haven't paid for it!" exclaim the driver.


Anan immediately grabbed a piece of fifty thousand and gave it to the driver.


"Enough?" ask Anan.


"It's still coming back, ma'am," replied the driver.


"Take it back, sir!" Anan dragged Dita's hand into her car. 


"Well, thank you very much, Mom! Often like this. The angkot driver shouted as he drove away.


"Take me off, Nan! I'll scream if you want to kidnap me" whine Dita.


"But, very narcissistic! Ih, amit-amit do not get to have a husband like gini," complained Dita.


"Ah, bring me a sigh! Inbound!" Anan encourages Dita to come in and sit in the second seat in her car. 


However, shortly afterwards he pulled Dita's hand out.


"Eh, get down! Sit in front! If you sit there, I'll be mistaken for a luh driver!" anan asks Dita to move.


"Oh, it's not clear to be a guy. Where am I supposed to be taken, anyway?" tanya Dita doesn't understand.


"To school!" sahut Anan started the engine.


"Huh? To school? What's to do?" ask Dita.


"You're selling pecel lele!" sahut Anan.


"Anan! I'm serious, right! What do we do to school?!" ask Dita.


"She's got it, bring it up!" cibir Anan's.


After Dita got into Anan's car, the young man drove his car to school. Silence was created at that time. Dita twisted the end of the rope bag she was wearing. Confused what to say.


On the way, Anan glanced at the kuntilanak figure sitting in the second seat of the rearview mirror. Moreover, the female ghost continued to hum from earlier.


"It's the same with me, Ta! You're the one who sent him to make me want to?!" asked Anan with a sharp glare.


Dita smiles and turns to the female ghost in the back seat of Anan's car.


"Hi, Aunt Silla!" greet Dita with a wave of hands.


"Hi, Dita!" Kuntilanak greeted back while laughing giggling.


"No, you can see him! Where do you know again. You must have deliberately wanted to take me and terrorize me?" Anan stopped his car suddenly. Fortunately, the vehicle was still running and he was on the side of the road.


"Duh, this is the mouth wearing slips again." Dita patted her little lips softly.


Anan looked up at Dita. The horror clearly emanated on Anan's handsome face. He was very angry and scary. More terrifying than the ghost of Kuntilanak that according to Dita.


Anan was still staring at Dita with a sharp look. The voice of azan magrib was heard not far from where they were.


"No horror, Nan?" tanya Dita tries to distract Anan.


"What horrors? Kuntilanak's voice?"


"Heh, that's the sound of azan tau! I want to pray magrib first," Pinta Dita.


"But tell me first if you can see it, right?" Anan pointed to the back seat.


"Yes yes, I can see it kunti, satisfied?! Now permit me to pray magrib first," said Dita.


"If I let you get out of here, you're gonna run out of this, won't you?" anan tuding.


"Astagfireullah! Magrib's time is short, Nan. That's why I want to rush to prayer. Now we stop at the mosque or the musola. Keep praying if necessary. I'm not gonna run away." Dita who changed to look at Anan sharply and had made the young man shrivel as well.


"But…."


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