Empty Space In School

Empty Space In School
2. Ananta Prayoga


"Yes, I know too. It's all because of Manan, isn't it, Auntie?" The tall and sturdy young man and the narrow eyes smiled with a grin. Showing that cold handsome face was getting cynical in look.


Aunt Goddess's phone rings. Apparently the school contacted him and explained the fate of the victim that Anan had beaten up earlier this afternoon. Shortly after, the woman hung up her phone.


"God, Nan. Your victim this time even broke his arm and his family nudu. Now what do you want? Not to mention that you like to fire the maid here, you don't like what?!" 


"They are wrong. Described work is not a real work even not perfect! Then, Auntie wants to know why the gorilla broke her hand?" Anan clenched his hand.


"Why?" 


"Because he insulted Auntie." 


"Nan, let them say anything about your aunt. We'll find a new school tomorrow. You have to move."


"There's money for the school and the gorilla shut up, why move?" tukas Anan's.


"The boy you call the gorilla, the son of your papi company investor, Nan. His name is Gohan, not a gorilla!" 


"But he's done aunty pecun and accused Aunty of acting!"


"Gohan's father is insolent. But Auntie survived for your papi business."


"Udahlah, Auntie! Don't keep on playing!" anan whine.


"Just prepare yourself to change schools!" 


Brak!!


Anan's room door was closed violently. Aunt Goddess immediately headed to her room. She chose to soak in the bathroom of her room to calm down. It was actually difficult to raise Anan with that hard and harsh attitude. However, her brother did not want to take care of Anan. Moreover, Anan's mother prefers to take care of her other son. If he can't survive. So Anan will be alone.


Meanwhile, Anan who was angry then punched the sink mirror in his bathroom until it cracked. She wanted to cry. However, it felt inappropriate to have to let the clear grain roll from his eyes. He held back as hard as he could with a shout.


"Until when is papi always busy working and mami always take care of Manan? Till anytime?! Do you want one of us to die, then? Do you want me dead, huh?" 


Anan snapped in front of a golden figura in which a picture of him and his twin brother as a five-year-old was sitting at the base of his father and mother. Then, he grabbed the figura and slammed hard on the floor.


...***...


In a hallway of a building that had many doors and windows, Dita stepped through it. The building looks like a school. With minimal lighting, Dita tried to fumble the wall to step. Until a door opens. Light shines from inside. Dita tried to step towards that direction of light. A shadow flashed surprising him. 


"Who is that?" Dita tried to find the figure that passed by.


Until finally, he found a girl curled up. The girl was wearing a white uniform with a sweater vest, and was wearing the blue checkered skirt. The girl was crying. 


"Hello, what are you crying about here?" tanya Dita who slowly touched the shoulder of the girl.


The girl stopped her crying. He looked towards Dita. Unfortunately, his face was covered by his long hair. The girl got up and immediately strangled Dita.


"Mothers, I'll help Anan, Mom!" He woke up from his horrible dream. But the girl could not move.


"Mother, please Anan," said Dita in a hoarse voice. Her breath feels tight. He's having trouble breathing.


Both of the girl's eyes were already wide open staring at the ceiling of the room, but her body was still stiff on the bed. Dita tried her hardest to move her body but still could not two moves.


The slender body felt stiff from head to toe. Dita felt something was crushing her. But he couldn't see it. Usually, the girl can see magical creatures. To raise his hand alone was very heavy for him, so Dita had difficulty asking for help from his mother. 


Beautiful Mother still slept beside her. Dita kept moaning as much as she could. However, no matter how hard Dita tried, her body would instead feel pressed hard by something. Until finally, the mother woke up because the bladder tang felt full. Ibu Indah turned to Dita whose hand was trying to reach earlier.


"Astagfirullah, Anan! what's the matter, son?!" exclaimed Mother Indah while hitting her daughter's thigh slowly and many times. 


Tita jumped. 


"Mom, help Anan, Mom!" shush the girl. 


"Read the verse chair, Nan!" Exclaimed Beautiful Mother while shaking her daughter's body again. He also chanted the seat verse many times. 


Then, with a firmer clap landing on Dita's thigh, the girl finally jumped in shock with her mother's punch just now. The punch managed to free himself from the piercing of something he did not see. 


With a breath that was still breathing heavily, Dita also woke up from her sleep. He immediately sat beside his mother in a slightly sweaty sweat.


"What's up, Nan?" ask the Beautiful Mom.


"I don't know either, Mom. I saw something that I didn't understand either" Dita replied as she rubbed the sweat from her face to her neck.


"Mom take a drink first all want to pee," said Ms. Indah then headed to the bathroom located next to the kitchen.


Shortly after, Mrs Beautiful came to bring Dita a glass of water. 


"It's a drink first," said Mrs Indag while giving a glass of water to Dita's hand.


The girl immediately grabbed and gulped down the white water her mother gave her. He felt very thirsty in the middle of the night like this. Hot weather that makes sultry is also very felt. 


"Why are you, Nan?"asked the nearly fifty-year-old woman sitting next to Dita.


"What time is it now, ma'am?" Dita asked back.


"You're asked what, but it's back. It's three o'clock" replied Ms. Indah.


"I prayed tahajud first, Mom. No more nightmares" said Dita.


"Oh, you're having a nightmare. Yes, there is prayer first."


He got up to the bathroom. In his heart still churned an unpleasant taste. The girl was convinced that she was in a high school, a high school called Abadi Jaya High School. Dita is convinced because she saw a uniform that was worn by the appearance of a creepy girl in her dream. But the dream felt strange. Moreover, Dita has never set foot in that school. 


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