He's Not Dead
The Same Uniform

“Arka.”

Davina kept whining, calling me. Kuntilanak toilet seat in school can be said to be a creepy ghost, if Davina is a pesky ghost and a little yes. Wait, what does this mean, adorable? I can't be fascinated with Davina ‘kan?

Arca, hello. Davina is a ghost and you are human. Although still in the search for the origin of Davina as a ghost, but there is no way there should be a story of a non-human romance drama.

“Arka.”

Davina called me again. I gave up and stopped and turned with my arms around looking at him.

“You don't get mad dong. If your indigo friend cannot see me, it is not my fault.”

Yes, it's not Davina's fault.

“I'm not angry, but don't make me talk to you like this. People will see me as an insane man for talking to myself.”

Me and Davina just got home and were on the porch. What I'm worried about is finally happening.

“Arka.”

I looked up, Mama called me. I don't know how long he's been standing there. Maybe he heard what I was talking about with Davina. Error, Mama will only see me talking to herself.

“Mama.”

“You ...”

“I went to the room yes,” I said after kissing her hand. While the mother still stood still, I don't know what she thought might have thought that her son was out of his mind because he was talking to himself.

Arriving at the room, I immediately lay down on the bed with both legs still dangling because the shoes I have not yet let go. Backpacks just sprawled not far from the door.  With my head held out both my hands and my eyes closed. I was thinking about how to help Davina.

“Arka.”

Davina called me again.

“What else Davina? Mama's been misunderstanding because of you, she must think that I'm a strange child,” I said then opened my eyes and turned and then faded with a figure lying on its side facing me with one of my hands supporting his head.

His appearance was already perfect just one lacking, he was not breathing. I sighed slowly and sat down.

“Ngapain is coming up to bed?” my question with a beating heart is unusual.

“You don't get angry dong,” he said already sitting next to me.

I got out of bed, took off my shoes and put them on the shelf and the bag I placed carelessly was in place. However, when I had unbuttoned my uniform shirt one by one, I remembered that even though the ghost of Davina's gender was female. I ended up changing my school uniform for the dressing room.

...***...

Actually it was not only Davina who was my thoughts but also the dream of Om Kaivan and the figure of that man was currently in my view. Mr. Kaivan, this morning has arrived home. With her signature style of teasing Mama and serious talk with Papa is not even shy about breakfast when she has a family.

“Which way Arka, would you like to come?”

I, who had been daydreaming since, was confused by Om Kaivan's question. Papa and Om Kaivan were looking at me, waiting for my answer.  

“If you are, how about baby?” ask Papa to Mama.

“I'll come if Arka comes.”

“Where to?” my many.

I just put my shoulder around and asked where Om Kaivan was going. Papa explained again this weekend there are meetings and affairs in the peak area of Bogor, Aldo intends to invite Yura and Arka and this is supported by Kaivan.

“You can stay in the villa when Papa and Om Kaivan work.”

“I can take my friend?” ask me Papa. It feels great to be on vacation with Oky and Bono as well.

“Bby, you want to invite Marsa also ‘kan?”

“Who Marsa?” ask Mama.

“Wah, boy. I've been dating you yes,” said Om Kaivan while chuckling. “But not strange anyway, look you sell to be a playboy.”

“What playboy? Remember Arka, you can't hurt women,” advice Mama .

When I got to school, I made an offer from Papa and Om Kaivan. Of course, my two friends agreed to come. The thing is, Marsa heard our plan and she wanted to come along. I do not agree nor refuse because wait for an answer from Papa.

My mind was not focused on the lessons I was following but on remembering the dreams of the accident and Om Kaivan was the victim.

“Cannot be this trip that was in my dream,” muttered Arka.

“Arka, you come later at noon on going to the bookstore find a book collection about,” whispered Bono.

“Who is it?”

“Marsa, Oky, me and lo if you want,” says Bono.

“Hm. I'm coming with.”

Sure enough, after school the four of us were already in the motor park. I'm gonna piggyback Bono while Marsa's with Oky. The davina? Ever since I got angry because she was always interacting with me and making me look like a fool and weird for talking to myself, Davina didn't go where I was going.

Arriving at the mall, the four of us went straight to the bookstore. Even though the stomach has been struggling to be filled. Actually I do not like to be in public places and crowds like this, because there will be many appearances or oddities that I see.

Like the woman walking in front of me, there was a boy following her. This boy was not a human, but a pet supernatural being hired to make money. People might call it tuyul. There was even a man who followed a large, black and hairy creature. Both of his eyes were red and shone sharp.

It's not just me who can see, Marsa can. Since then he has been beristighfar every seen invisible creatures. Either that follows a human or it is kind of a waiter somewhere.

“This one is yes?” bono asked while carrying a book and stretched it out to me.

“Iya. Ambilin one for me,” my word to Bono. While I'm heading to the bookshelf of a fictional series about detectives. Not long ago we had brought the required books and headed for the cashier.

“Eat yuk, laper,” take Oky even though we are still in front of the cashier.

Fried chicken restaurant is fast food so an option for teenagers like us whose pocket money is limited. In addition to the cheap menu options are also unique. Actually, my family's economic condition is quite good and even tends to be fulfilled. However, Papa and Mama did not facilitate with luxury.

We were engrossed in each other's menus, even occasionally laughing at Bono's jokes and jokes. While sipping soda, my gaze was fixed on the teenager who had just sat at Bono's back table.

Some of the girls harassed me not because of their beautiful appearance but the school uniforms they wore, similar to the uniforms Davina wore.

“Arka, what's up?” ask Marsa who is sitting next to me.

“Davina, the uniform is the same as that worn by Davina.”