He's Not Dead
The Past of Davina

Mama welcomes me and Papa just plain, it doesn't look like anything Davina could have been seen by the others or she did something in the room to cause a disaster. The point of Mama's usual attitude is to ask my circumstances and even hug me because what she thinks is worse than what happened.

“Mah, I'm already big. Don't be like this,” said me who is still in the arms of Mama but not delicious if you have to parse the woman's embrace.

“Detach, Darling. Soon it's not you who's hurting her but her boyfriend.”

Papa began to provoke, because his words successfully made mama open her eyes and search me with various questions.

“Papa joked Mah, I have no girlfriend yet. I'm tired, Mama don't worry. I'm fine,” obviously I then rushed towards the second floor.

Mama was still shouting asking the truth that Papa said, also offering me a meal.

Brakes.

I opened the room door and looked around looking for her figure, Davina.

“Where is he?” muttered.

There's no way a ghost would use the toilet as my mind directs it to get there. I closed the door and called him.

“Davina,” I said softly.

Papa and Mama still think Davina is an imaginary figure, so I try not to be too flashy to interact with Davina.

“Davina.” I called him again.

Silence, it looks like Davina has indeed left. I went to the toilet to clean myself up. Especially after hard work interacting with supernatural beings and resuscitating some possessed students, my body felt sticky and the smell of sweat.

Being under warm water apparently makes my body more comfortable and relaxed. Just wearing a towel wrapped around my waist, I headed for a walk in closet.

“Astagfirullah, Davina.”

It turns out Davina is in the dressing room. Sit in a corner leaning against the wall of the closet.

“You, what's there?”

“I'm saturated with no you, no friends chat.” He nodded while pursing his lips.

I sighed softly, leaving her in the room and letting her go was the same. He can't communicate with anyone.

“Arka,” call him again.

“Hm.”

“That's what?” davina asked pointing at the bottom of my body that was protruding.

“Aish.” I realized that at this time I was only wearing a towel, even the top of my body was clearly plastered. Rushing I grabbed one of the shirts and put it on then the shorts and under_weats that were originally pulled.

Even though Davina was only a supernatural figure, there was no way I would change clothes in front of her and why it was also mine to react to seeing Davina.

“Arka,” call Davina.

I made sure the clothes I was wearing were complete. Davina was already at the toilet door calling out to me.

“Hm,” I answered through it.

“Arka. You don't stay with me anymore dong.”

I looked and scrunched my forehead.

“Who left you? After all you are following me, I should be asking when you left.”

“But I don't know. Don't know why I'm such a freak, then how do I go?”

Yeah, well, why is Davina like this?

I got on the bed and lay on it, thinking of helping Davina.

“You remember when and how you died?” I asked Davina who was answered with a headband.

“Your previous place of residence?”

He shook his head again.

“Which I remember, I was in the hospital then I asked people who went back and forth but they ignored me. Until I realized that I was invisible to them, I was dead,”, he said, looking down.

“Since when?”

“I don't know, I just walked to and fro and back to that place. I can see humans and invisible creatures including the ignorant and evil ghosts that are in the hospital but no one can interact with me, other than ..you.”

Davina's problem is strange, Papa alone can not see it even though the man has the same advantages as me. It's possible that ghosts can lose their memories, but Davina seems to have experienced that.

Where to look about Davina, I'd love to help her.

“Arka, you're really dumb.”

I looked up and looked at that figure. I don't know what happened to him, hopefully when he was alive he did not experience anything bad or any crime that made him grudge until finally he had to haunt like this.

“Looks like I should talk to Marsa about you.”

Davina was sitting next to me even closer.

“Who's car?” ask Davina. “Can he see me?”

“Friends. Maybe he could see you. Marsa indigo, who knows she can trace your past,” I said as I stared at the ceiling of the room.

“Ehm, is he your lover? Are you going to get married after you grow up like your Papa and Mama?”

“Why ghosts can think of the problem of lovers and marriage. You freak ghost,” my taunts at Davina.

“I'm glad to see your Papa and Mama, they look happy. It feels like I miss the feeling of being happy in the middle of a family like you but I don't remember if I had a family and there's no way I'd be. As for now I have ...”

Davina did not continue her story, her face lowered as it hid her sadness. I can't do anything including comfort him. After all, this moment was his destiny.

...***...

“I can come to school?” ask Davina.

Though he had asked that twice after I said he could come along as long as it did not interfere and did not interact much with me because other people would see me like a crazy person talking to himself.

“You talk again, this call is off,” I told him.

“Eh don't do that, I pull my question again. I'm coming with you yes, I want to get back to school.”

After putting on my backpack and pocketing my phone, I got out of the room and went down the stairs to the dining room. As usual, my mother was there.

“Papa not awake?” I asked and then sipped water from the glass offered by Mama.

“After leaving, there is something urgent. Om Kaivan who picked up your Papa.”

I choked and coughed when I heard my mother say the name om Kaivan.

“Arka, slow down dong. You often choke so deh,” complained Mama.

Davina was right next to me, she just kept watching my and Mama's interactions. This time the mother did not force to deliver but had booked a taxi online.

Sitting in the passenger cabin with Davina sitting next to me. He seemed excited to see my school and my friends.

“What is your friend named Marsa also school here?”

Davina and I are standing at the school gate.

“Hm, we are classmates,” I replied.

While walking in the corridors of the classes occupied by the tenth grade, some of the schoolgirls rebuked me even some blatantly asking for a mobile number or offering to be their lover. I only reply with a smile or a nod of the head.

“You are liked by many women. Looks like you are famous yes,” said Davina.

“That's my class,” said I switched the conversation.

Davina ran to my class and there was Davina in front of the class talking to Oky and Bono. Davina passed behind Marsa, I was silent waiting for Marsa's response because of Davina's whereabouts.

Finally Marsa turned and smiled at me, as did Davina who also waved her hand.

“Arka,” call Marsa and Davina.