FROM ANOTHER WORLD TO YOU (Sistery Story Group )
Chapter VI - Cosmetics 4 (The Painter )
Angeline, that's my name. Painting is one of my favorites. As an exemplary student of SMP Negeri I Malang with high IQ, always the center of attention of the council of teachers and friends, especially the people of Adam, so no wonder many approached me. Make no mistake, they
NO ONE IS GENUINE.
I was a rebellious girl, who all day had to deal with books almost 10 cm thick.
Saturated therefore, not to mention the tasks of the rationed teacher must be completed 1 to 2 days, at the latest 3 days.
Besides, I have to take care of my 3-year-old sister, while the parents are busy with their respective businesses out of town. Rarely communicate. Therefore, all this saturation I pour by doodling paper or empty books.
Maybe of the many friends who claim to be my best friend or friend, Thalia who arguably cares. Well, at SMP Negeri I Malang, we met. Everywhere we were together, like siblings whose fate was the same as mine. But, still arguably good.
Of the many friends, most did not like Thalia. Don't know why? SOMETIMES I WANT TO BE ALONE ! And his presence, makes me feel uncomfortable sometimes. That is what my spiritual Master, PAK FERREIRRA, often advises. Thalia is my best friend and my toughest rival, probably the greatest among my other rivals. Of all the people who have seen my painting, Thalia dared to criticize it.
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That night, my parents just came home from Italy. A month or so they left me alone with my sister and were accompanied only by Ms. Marni, my housemaid. In this month, they rarely call me and only send me some money for everyday purposes. Well, apparently, they still remember my birthday. I'm grateful and grateful for that, but, actually, it's their care and affection that I need.
“Happy Birthday, Angeline ..” My mom hugged and kissed me while Dad just smiled while peeping at my forehead. Indeed, Dad hasn't talked much since, my grandmother died, he's just talking as necessary. But, even so I know he loves and loves me very much just sara to show his affection is different from others.
“Angeline .. sorry, I should have gone home yesterday afternoon. There was a technical error on the part of the flight. Sorry, yes..” said Mother while stroking my head. I just looked at him while my mouth was locked tightly, because, mother has spoken again, “Oh, yes .. This is a gift for you, hopefully you like. This is a special item, and it sells very hard in the international market,” mom took out a medium-sized bag, her hand reached into a moment after it took out a beautiful carved box. “What is this, ma'am ?” I asked while my hand held the box.
“Come here, I show you,” she said, I give you the box then carefully open the box, “This is the name, cosmetics. Angeline knows, right what is cosmetic ?”
I nodded my head, “But, Angeline is still 14 years old, ma'am ? Can I use cosmetics ?” my many.
Mom smiled, “Of course you can, but, it should not be used when going to school. That's the rule,”
‘Kosmetik’. A word I hate, for not knowing how to use it.
I tried not to offend my mother by saying “THANKS”, and I didn't have to wear it.
What I really want is chocolate made in Italy or something else that's not cosmetic. But, let it be, it might be suitable to dye all my paintings.
My guess is correct, the cosmetics are suitable as a dye for my paintings, I only use one of the cosmetics given by my mother.
Among the many colors, varieties and types, I prefer powder. That powder is what I sometimes wear as a dull remover on the face while others I use as a complement to watercolor. Not that I do not appreciate the gift of the mother, but, feel awkward wearing it.
WITHOUT COSMETICS MY FACE IS BEAUTIFUL.
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The woman sat behind me on the edge of the bed. His hair was long and dark. I feel the air around me cold, “Who are you ? Looks like, Angeline never met you ?” my many. No answer, suddenly the temperature in my room changed.
Once again I asked, but, only a sobbing sounded and the woman's shoulders were shaken. SHE CRIED.
“Why are you crying ? You came in from where, when the door of my room was locked,” urged me while gripping the left shoulder of the woman, but, I was surprised when my fingers like touching soft objects like gelatin. The foul smell immediately pierced into my nose. I was even more disgusted to see maggots, worms and animals crawling my hands. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to clean my hand. But, that disgusting insect vanished somewhere.
As soon as she came out of the bathroom, the woman disappeared somewhere. There's no one there. Suddenly there was a foul smell, the smell of carrion. My stomach feels like it's being stirred. And...
"Toyo..."
I was vomiting, my eyes were wide open and what I was spewing was a cockroach. As soon as it came out of my mouth, they were running all over the floor of my room. In addition, disgusting and foul-smelling insects also came out from my skeetch book and some of them had crept in my hands. My screams made the whole house wake up. Disgust, horror and fear.
“Angeline, what are you clamoring like crazy ? Do you know what time it is ?” I heard my mother's voice coming from outside my bedroom.
“Angeline, open the door,” exclaim dad.
I ran to open the room door, Dad and my mom immediately barged in and their eyes swept to every corner of the room.
“Angeline, dear.... What's up ? Can you tell us,” said mother.
“Nothing, ma'am..there was a cockroach crawling on the floor of the room, but, now it's out,” I said while pointing to the floor, but, the cockroaches seemed to vanish without a trace.
“You've been 14 years, baby .. imagine if your behavior is imitated by your sister,” said mother, “Already, just a cockroach, spray with pesticides, done. Go back to sleep. Look it's 24:00 WIB. Don't you have to go to school tomorrow?”
I nodded while looking at the backs of the father and mother who had entered the room. Can I sleep well after this ?
Who is that woman ? Is that a dream? If it's a dream, why does it feel real?
The harder I think, there's no bright spot, I'm restless. My mom and dad don't believe my words.
Tomorrow I'm going to see Mr. Ferreirra, for me he's the only person who can trust my story.
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Mr. Ferreirra sat in his study, Library. Well, since grade VII, I used to come to the school library a lot. But, after class VIII, I rarely went there. I don't know, it's been 2 years to know him, but, until now can't guess the way he thinks.
Through him I gained knowledge of ... MYSTICAL WORLD/IMMISIVE WORLD/SPIRIT WORLD/OTHER REALMS or whatever the term. At this school Mr. Ferreirra and English Teacher, Mr. Adi who understands about the other world. But, after Mr. Adi moved, Mr. Ferreirra was the one I spoke to.
“Hmm... Angeline, how are you, son ?” greet Mr. Ferreirra while his pair of eyes stare intently at me. I tried to calm myself down, every time I met him so wrong, “All right, sir... Angeline wants to talk to you about something,”
Mr. Ferreirra said nothing, he just kept looking at me. Moments later, “There's something evil following you in this school,”
His words surprised me, “Lho, I know ?”
“The black hole under your eyes, you had trouble sleeping last night and not just last night, but, in the nights before, couldn't sleep well. But, lucky your lesson grades don't sag drastically,”
“How to get rid of it, sir ?” my many. Mr. Ferreirra let out a long sigh, “It is difficult. Cosmetics have been widely circulated in the international market, of course, it will not be easy to destroy it just like that. The ghosts will continue to exist in your room space as long as the paintings made of cosmetics exist,”
“Should be destroyed, sir ?”
“No need. One way is to give the painting to an antique collector. Cosmetics can not be destroyed just like that, it is like weeds. Pulling one another up. I happen to know one of the antique collectors. But, once you put on one of those cosmetics, forever the liquid from the rotten corpse that was the main ingredient of the cosmetics maker, will be fused in your body. And, to me it is a gift .... ANGELINE WILL FOREVER SEE WHAT NO ORDINARY HUMAN CAN SEE,”
I'm stunned. Whether I should be grateful or what, obviously if I could see such terrible creatures yesterday night and the nights before, my life would change drastically. Just now I was about to open my mouth, Mr. Ferreirra has spoken again,”Oh, yes... You see, Angeline's been fighting with Thalia lately, huh ? I warned you that Angeline and Thalia were close friends, as if you were one body. But, you two are the toughest rivals along the way. If one is separated from the other also feels, maybe cosmetics are the best way to make you separate. Angeline must be careful in using these abilities. If directed to a positive thing, it will produce a positive thing as well. Similarly the opposite,”
Mr. Ferreirra's explanation made me soar with excitement. Well, ever since I got to Class VIII, I've been dying to break up with Thalia, but I don't know how. The negative aura from Thalia really tormented me a lot. I still remember when we were plain girls just sitting on the bench of class VII. Mr. Ferreirra told me about the origins of the Malang State Junior High School which was full of mystical stories and we were eager to see the so-called ghosts so that somehow Mr. Ferreirra could suddenly thalia becomes an Indigo. “Angeline .. actually, you also have special abilities, but, do not know how to deepen it. Don't worry you'll help, but, Angeline has to be patient, yeah.” those are the words I remember.
Sometimes I was too sensitive, I could feel something strange from the air change, I was left by my Mother-Father and at night I heard my door being knocked on by someone, but, but, when it opened there was no one, knowing the body of my sister who was only 5 months old at that time floated in the air, and when I focused this eye, I focused my eyes, I could see fine, thin lines resembling the shadow of a woman in a white dress petting my sister. From then on I realized that I had what was called the sixth sense. Mr. Ferreirra said my natural talent would appear when I was 12-17 years old and Thalia's talent would disappear if he was too indulgent.
“What should Angeline do now, sir ?” my many. Suddenly Mr. Ferreirra's face changed, “You really hate Thalia, huh ? Dare Angeline make a decision and maybe it could endanger the lives of both of you?” tanyakanya.
I'm stunned. During the times when I had a disagreement with Thalia, all of those memories appeared one by one like the scenes of the movie being played over and over again and my hatred for Thalia was growing.
“Maybe Mr Ferreirra can provide the best path for me ?” I asked Mr. Ferreirra for advice, who has been called the wisest teacher among other teachers.
“Continue painting and continue to work for my fellow children. Because, even though many people scorn you, not a few also support every step that Angeline takes for the betterment of this school. And don't forget about your job as a student. The test is getting closer, I don't want your grades to drop sharply because of spele business. There is nothing wrong if Angeline listens to the opinions and suggestions of Thalia.Consider if the advice is constructive advice, use. But, if the advice could be detrimental to the interests of the school. It doesn't matter if you disagree, only at school. But, outside the school.be yourself, do not let Angeline controlled by Thalia even though she is a descendant of blue blood. BUT ANGELINE IS STILL ANGELINE, THALIA IS THALIA ! And, the creatures that came out of the painting .. could help Angeline when needed. Make the most of it properly and don't let Angeline follow her will. Mr from here always support Angeline,”
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I crate my pencil into a drawing book I just bought, after sketching, I stain it with cosmetics. In a short time a painting of a large field, some people wore hood hats and others planted rice.
The mountains and hills that became the background of the vast field appeared partly overwritten by sunlight that appeared from the Eastern sky. A beautiful and lively looking painting. My fingers kept moving to where my imagination was floating. As soon as the painting was finished, I opened my bedroom window and I was stunned, what I had just painted, also appeared there.
The location of the mountains and hills, the location of the people who work in the rice fields, also the location of the plants, all the same as what I painted. This is new to me.
A pair of my eyes stared at the painting and then moved towards the scene that unfolded outside my window, “Hmm, then ... Could it be that what I painted in my drawing book, could become reality ?” I opened another page and then I went back to painting about something else, this time I drew my house and the furniture, I made the furniture slightly changed the location or place. Father's favorite cup, usually located in the kitchen I moved to the living room. It was at that moment that I heard my father calling my mother, “Dik Lis... sister knows where my beloved cup is?”
The next second I said, “Hey, didn't you put it in the middle room ? Yesterday you forgot to return it to the kitchen,”
“Well, what I painted .. became a reality. Either by coincidence, whether there really is something strange going on in this house,” I said in my heart, “Then, by painting,” I smiled and it came to my mind to teach Thalia a lesson. Thinking so, I immediately painted Thalia's ornate face in front of the mirror. I slashed the lipstick on her lips carelessly, I wonder how she reacted afterwards.
Night comes with everything that nature has, away from Angeline's house, the light of the goddess of the night sweeps away a luxurious Dutch-style building. Thin mist descending from the slopes of the Arjuna mountains, flew by the gusts of cold wind.
The thin fog burst through the air hole and stopped in a room where the incandescent light was still brightly lit. Thalia sat staring at the image of herself reflected on the beautiful carved vanity mirror. The lipstick held by her fingers moved slowly, Thalia looked beautiful with the lip-splitting, but, unaware that another hand was moving the lip-splitting over and over again.
When Thalia was about to stop polishing her lips, she was surprised to be unable to control her hand. His hand kept moving ... move until the lip-splitting tip was broken, while, his hand still kept moving, “STOP !!!” hysterical shouting. Along with that his ears heard the sound of giggling laughter, “Who is it?!” ask Thalia. There is no answer, but the laughter becomes more and more so.
Thalia's pair of narrowed eyes and at first glance could see a thin white shadow flashing and missing on the ceiling of her room.
Thalia immediately approached, her pair of eyes moving sweeping to every corner of the room. Laughter is still heard but the owner of the voice is not seen, “Listen,” said Thalia alone, “I am not a cowardly woman. You don't think I can see your ugly figure, you don't think I can see curious spirits like you. Now show your form, I want to see who dares to fad with THALIA RAJAPATMI Princess Raden Mas Tirto Atmadja, one of the noble descendants who are respected in the heyday of the Kingdom of Pajajaran. Our family is respected by various groups including from among JIN like you. Show me your form, right now !!”
Elsewhere, a pencil tip and lip-brush move quickly to scratch an empty paper. On the blank paper, Thalia, who was in her room alone, was surrounded by strange and terrible figures and all their eyes looked wild, cruel and evil staring at Thalia.
Thalia heard the sounds of growling, hissing, and strange screams again horrible. Even though he was classified as an indigo child, however, he could not see the figures painted elsewhere.
Suddenly, Thalia's face was red, her hands were picking up the things on her dresser, as her ears caught a strange sound, they were thrown at the sound with anger, “Cowardly creatures, if you don't come out just growling, hissing, laughing and so on, I will chase you away with these things !! GO !! GO YOU GUYS !! DON'T DISTURB ME !!!! GOII !!!!” so next.
Until the door of the room opened, an old man came in and shouted furiously, “ Crazy boy, why are you screaming these nights ?! Look, the room that I have tidied up you are ruffled like this... Where is your manners, huh ?”
In response to the scattering a bronze glass flew towards him and fiercely struck his forehead.
“LACK OF TEACHING !! This is my attitude towards the person who has cared for you since childhood. Have you forgotten how your parents educated you?!” he said while wiping the blood coming out of his forehead. But, those were the words that were heard last time by Thalia before finally the old man collapsed unconscious.
“Grandfather !” call Thalia while running over to the old man who fell on the floor, “I'm sorry Thalia, cake .. I accidentally,” no answer, only blood continues to pour from the forehead temporarily, I'm sorry, I'm not sure, the old man's eyes were closed and his body was motionless.
Away from Thalia's house, Angeline stopped painting, she smiled ... ‘Kuk thought it was enough to teach him a lesson.. Although it might be a little evil, hopefully it can reduce his arrogance and arrogance,’ that is what is in his heart now.
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The Birthday of SMP Negeri I Malang is in sight .. I as chairman of OSIS prepare various events in earnest so that they can be held smoothly and well. One of the events that became the highlight of the anniversary of the school is the sale and purchase of the work of children and teachers educators for one and a half semesters.
At the sale, I displayed almost all of my paintings that used to be scorned by my classmates and friends in the school multipurpose building. We are also working with relevant agencies to enliven the event. Books, children's written works and fine art lessons are also sold.
Among the many guests present there is also Pak Yani, an antique collector known to Mr. Ferreirra. He seemed enthusiastic to look at the paintings hanging on the walls of the Multi-media room. He came up to me and said, “Son, who is the painter of this painting ? This painting looks alive, different from the paintings I met elsewhere,”
I haven't had time to answer, Mr. Ferreirra appeared, “He's the painter, man..” Mr. Yani turned his head, “Hey, Bung Fer .. long time no see, if you had not contacted me to attend this event, maybe forever we would not have met, he said,” said while laughing and hugging Mr. Ferreirra.
“Really who painted all this, that sweet boy ?” ask Mr. Yani.
“Of course. What do you think Mr Yani ?”
“Difficult to give a rating. All I know .. This painting is special, really special. Whatever the price will definitely be bought as an addition to the collection of paintings at home,”
I was surprised, I did not think Mr. Yani said that, all this time my paintings were always reviled by many people, but, this person. Mr. Yani turned his head towards me, “Nak, just tell me how much this painting costs. Frankly, people dare to pay dearly for this special painting,”
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I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY PAINTINGS I'VE DONE AND SHOWCASED IN ART BUILDINGS. I CAN'T COUNT WITH FINGERS. HOW MANY PAINTINGS AND SCULPTURES ARE DECORATORS/SHOWS OF GREEDY COLLECTORS.
BUT, THEY, ... ALSO YOU YOURSELF DO NOT KNOW THAT IN IT ARE STORED SOULS LOST AND LANGUISHED. SOME OF THEM INTEND TO REPEAT HISTORY, WHEN THE BREATH BECOMES THE DRIVER OF THEIR LIVES. MY NAME, ANGELINE ALUNDRA SRI SUBEKTI, I SUGGEST, DO NOT LOOK TOO LONG AT MY ARTWORK ... FOR IT MAY BE THAT YOUR SOUL WILL NEVER RETURN TO YOUR BODY.
( 17 – NOP – 2018 )