
That morning at school, then all the students of Abadi Jaya High School who rushed to class had become a regular sight for Dita.
"Hi, Ta!" greet Anita.
"Hi, Nit." Say hello and smile back.
"Has math PR been done?" anita asked as she blinked her eyes.
"Udah. That's you why, huh, flickering? Are you flashing what are you worms?" She slapped her finger in front of Anita's face.
"Huh, no offense! The story is I give the code puppy eyes that, let you understand and kasian it's the same me. You see, I want to cheat. I brought a box of ambon for you" said Anita.
"Makeup! Okay, let's go to class!"
When Dita and Anita are about to climb the stairs, the two cross paths with Anan and Devon. We laughed at Anan because of his eyes.
"Don't laugh, you, Ta! It's all because of you, it's!" anan pointed towards Dita. The young man then walked away with Devon.
"Are you the same, Ta?" ask Anita curious.
Dita remembers what happened last night in the hospital with Anan.
...***...
"Sister, Ali's gonna pee," Ali's pinta.
Dita's been snoring in the waiting chair. While his mother came home because Dita and Anan had been staying there looking after Ali.
Anan finally woke up and tried to lift Ali's body to move to the bathroom in the room.
"www! Duh, Ali's hand hurts, brother," muttered Ali.
"Yes, sorry. I'd be a whimper if you want to pee!" anan's Word.
After Ali finished completing his wish, Anan grabbed the toilet lever which suddenly sounded itself flush the contents of the toilet.
"Well, I just saw this, so cool!Well, don't-don't this tool use sensors that kayak in Japan, brother?" ask Ali.
"Turvy, luh!" cibir Anan's.
He took Ali to the bed. Then, Anan went back to the bathroom to turn on the water tap and wash his face. As he lifted his face was seen the image of a woman in the mirror jerking his body.
"God! What, uh, yeah?" anan who tried to wipe the mirror in front of him.
"Ah, it's just my feeling" he muttered and turned his body to get out of the toilet.
Boooooooooo!
Suddenly, the face of a woman with a sharp object incision wound crossed a terrible plastered. The open wound showed his fresh flesh and visible cheekbones. The blood dripping with pus gave off a rancid smell that pierced into Anan's nose.
The ghost of the woman with no legs floated before the young man. Seen at the end of his thigh it was shattered, horrifying.
"Let'soooooooo!" Anan screamed with all his strength and panicked to get out of the bathroom until he hit Dita.
Last night sleeping in Ali's treatment room, Dita even kept nosy scaring Anan who finally had trouble sleeping.
***
"It's not my fault, Nit. He's the one who asked to stay in the hospital because he was afraid to go home." Dita immediately closed her mouth. He accidentally slipped.
"I mean, Ta?"
"Nit, Nit, I haven't had breakfast yet to try the ambon. You want to get PR, right? Hunt's gonna get the bell in." Dita manages to distract Anita.
***
The break bell rings.
"Ta, did you know that Ratih's missing yet?" Anita sipped her cantaloupe ice.
"Huh? Trained missing? Who did you say?" Dita stared in disbelief.
"You're thinking about changing my lesson for permission to go to the toilet? Well, I saw his parents going to school looking for him on the same side as the police. But, Ratih is not in school," said Anita.
"Did he run away from home?"
"If she runs away from home she brings her stuff, Ta. It's not, Ta."
"Who said it?" Dita is still curious.
"Where's the train going, huh?" Dita knocked the tip of the spoon in her hand onto her chin.
...***...
A week passed, Anan seemed to avoid Dita every time he passed the girl.
"Why is that Anan, huh? Would you like to see a ghost if you met me?" ask Anita.
"Maybe I saw a ghost again." Dita sneered in satisfaction.
"Fang it's Dita! Uh, how's Ali doing?"
"Alhamdulillah is home. But I have to go to the hospital now."
"Lho, why?" ask Anita again.
"I'm now an intern at the hospital. I have to mop up her work, rather than later Aunt Dewi told me to go home, beuh later I even met–"
"We immediately smothered his mouth. Again, he was always lost.
"Why are you, anyway?"
"No, no, no problem."
Dita accidentally hit a young man named Yono.
"I'm sorry" said the young man.
"I'm the one who should be sorry, so I'm sorry, yes" said Dita.
"You're Anandita's a 10th-grade A, right?" ask Yono.
"Yes, how do you know my name?"
"You forgot yes yesterday Ms. Ningsih called us to participate in a smart race meticulously at SMA Sakti."
"Oh, I'm sorry I forgot because there are five children in the team, so I have less time to pay attention" said Dita.
"My name is Yono, nice to meet you." Yono extended his hand to Dita.
"Hi, Yono. Call me Dita." The girl returned her hand.
Someone came from behind and patted Yono on the shoulder.
"Yon, where are you going? How come, don't you come in?"
That voice is very puffed up. The young man who had been away from her for a week, she was Anan.
"Sorry, Den Anan. He was sick so he did not come in. Later I will just replace the work of my father when he comes home from school," he said.
"Don't call me Aden here. Call aja Kak what Abang Anan, so," whispered Anan while gripping Yono's shoulder.
"Well, Den, uh Brother Anan."
"Yono, I go home first." Dita hurriedly pulled Anita's hand away from Anan.
"Huh, home? Didn't you go to the hospital, Ta?" tanya Anita held Dita. He had not met Yono at that time.
"Ssttt, don't be clarified!" whispers of Dita to Anita.
"Excuse me, Den, uh Brother Anan I want to go to the scout room first." Tono retreated followed by Anita.
The two left Anan and Dita who were staring at each other and were silent for a moment. Actually, Anan deliberately avoided Dita because of his dream at that time. There is a picture in Anan's mind about his dream that is still clearly remembered.Without excuse me again, without rain in the storm, that night Anan dreamed Dita in his wet dream edition.
"Hiiiiii. amit amit!" Anan immediately nodded and shuddered. He left Dita immediately.
"Why is that a kid? You freak, you prik guy!" sibir Dita with a pouting face.
"We. Dita…."
There was a whisper of someone calling his name.
"Who is that?" Dita looked around looking for the origin of the voice.
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