He's Not Dead
Undead

Davina was already standing in front of me with a happy face.

“Come, I can't wait to be in your class.”

Oky's gone because the lesson bell started already ringing. Davina ran towards my class, Marsa still standing with a smile.

Davina passed him, can't Marsa see Davina?

“Arka, come,” invite Marsa.

As I stepped into the classroom, Davina was already sitting at the teacher's desk with both hands folded over her chest.

“Don't be there,” my murmur as it passes by.

Davina came down and followed my steps.

“Hei, Bro. How are you?” Bono asked as he raised his eyebrows.

“Apaan is not clear.”

I was privileged to see Davina sitting between my desk and Bono's. As usual, laughing will cover his mouth with both hands. He enthusiastically looked forward especially when the teacher delivered the material.

The hours of the lesson changed, the class went back to silence. Davina was getting bored and she was humming again. Of course, his voice can only be heard by me.

Deg

I lifted my face and looked at Marsa from behind. The girl kept quiet, focused on what we were working on.

Marsa is not disturbed, it seems Davina is not seen by anyone.

“Arka,” call Davina.

I'm turning.

“I'm bored,” he said while pursing his lips.

Not half the schedule passed, he was already complaining of boredom. He who whines wants to come. I rubbed my face and refocused on the lesson.

“Arka.”

I'm cuek.

“Arkaaa.”

I'm still a bitch.

“Arkaaaa.”

Brakes.

I stood up and kicked down the table because Davina yelled no longer whining.

“Why, Arka?” ask the teacher for a commotion. Almost the whole class was staring at me.

“Ehm, permission to toilet Pak.”

Davina followed me to the toilet.

“I told you not to talk to me much. Don't let people think me crazy by talking to myself,” I said.

“I'm bored, can I drive around?”

“Successful, do what you want.”

Davina jumped for joy and ran away leaving me. This day I was made dizzy by Davina, even the presence of the grandmother waiting for the class I ignored because it was disturbed by the screams and screeches of Davina from outside the class.

“Iya.” The girl looked.

“There's something I want to ask, we'll talk after the hour is over.”

Marsa just nodded her head and refocused her books and stationery. Bono who was sitting next to me was staring with a face that I did not understand.

“Why?”

“Cie cie,” she said softly. “It looks like getting here getting there huh.” Bono pointed at Marsa with his chin.

I just shook my head not understanding what Bono meant.

Finally the study hours were over after a long bell sounded. The teacher at the front closed the lesson. Some of the students heaved a sigh of relief and cleaned up the equipment, as well as me.

“You talk where?” marsa asked, wearing her bag.

“Tribun,” my answer is short.

“Do I need to come for documentation?” Bono offered himself a smile.

“Not weird, I'll lock it in the warehouse. Want?”

“Idih, the threat is very serem,” complains Bono while following my steps and Marsa.

Me and Marsa were already sitting on the stands. Oky and Bono are coming home. We are still silent because there are still students. Until finally it was not as crowded as before and Marsa opened her voice.

“What's up?”

I looked around and looked for Davina, and Davina showed up before long and I walked over to her.

“Silence,” I told Davina.

I saw Marsa scrunching her forehead at me.

“You remember the figure I talked about?”

Marsa nodded her head.

“You can see him, right?” ask again.

“Where is he? Did you invite him to come?” Marsa asked back, I was so confused because Davina was beside me.

“He's here, next to me? Even since this morning he was in class and milling around bothered me.”

Marsa scratched her head, “Arka, I can't see it.”

I scrunched my forehead hearing Marsa not being able to see the figure that was following me. Though the girl always boasted she had advantages as an indigo child.

“Seriously, you can't see him?” I asked Marsa.

Marsa shook her head while folding both hands on the chest. Though the figure I mean is giggling while closing his mouth. I could only sigh while staring alternately at Marsa and the female ghost figure who was currently running small while humming around me and Marsa.

“Arka, lest you are not indigo like me,” said Marsa and I do not care if I am indigo or not.

“Then?”

“What you see is not an invisible creature but your friend who can only be seen by yourself because he is only your imagination. You should immediately consult a psychologist.”Marsa accused me of having imaginary friends.

“Hm.”

Marsa walked away, I sighed while staring at the female ghostly figure of my imaginary friend according to Marsa.

“What are you really? Marsa can't see you but I can. Even Papa can't see you either and you can tell which humans and ghosts are, or you're NOT DEAD?”