He's Not Dead
Apparitions In New Places

After the events in the haunted villa, my life went on as usual. School activities and a series of graduation exam schedules that we have to undergo. Disturbances and sightings of invisible creatures, of course, still exist. However, what still bothered my mind was the dream of Om Kaivan having an accident. Until now I did not know the meaning of the dream.

I am currently enrolled at a campus in Jakarta. There are no four of us on campus. Bono studied at one of the public universities in the Bogor area, because he majored in agriculture. Oky in Bandung because he pursued the field of engineering. Marsa is still in Jakarta, majoring in medicine and I follow Papa's direction with business management.

Mama sometimes mentions about Marsa who is increasingly clearly showing her feelings for me. I did not respond and was indifferent to that one, not wanting to give Marsa false hope. Because the figure of a person is still residing in the corner of the deepest heart. I haven't seen or seen him in a long time. Want to get to when? I don't know.

“What class?”

“MB2,” answer.

“Oh, classmate dong. I'm Yanto.”

“Arka,” sahutku.

Yanto and I gathered at the direction of the special orientation committee of new students. After briefing and information link the schedule of orientation of profession and competence. We were invited around, visiting campus facilities including access to certain rooms.

Because it is not allowed outside Jakarta, my choice is a private campus and Papa has to spend a rather large amount of money for my education here. Campus facilities mostly use technology, including room access and attendance.

“Why take business management?” ask Yanto in between briefings.

“Hm, working capital.”

“Not because of family business?”

“Yes, one of them is that. Consequences of being an only child,” I replied. “Lo itself, why take this major?”

“Sama rich lo. Though if you follow the conscience, I like automotive.”

I'm just a mangosteen. Finally the briefing and the facility visit ended, I resigned as well. If the others agree to know each other by gathering at the cafe, I subtly refuse. We'll get to know each other over time.

There's nothing I know at this college, no classmate at school to continue here. The reason I chose this college was because of Davina. The woman visited this campus stand while on campus fair.  I hope to meet him, if Davina is in accordance with her plans to study at this place.

“Shittt.”

I was in the parking lot when I felt the call of nature.

“Toilet where yes,” muttered me while looking at the directions and I found it. Toilet at the end of the corridor, a bit dark when the other room is bright. Except for those that are not in use, it automatically darkens.

Brakes.

“Eh, mbak. Wrong room,”, I said as I passed the woman out of the male toilet.

However, the woman continued walking while looking down, I rushed into one of the rooms ignoring the woman because I could not stand it. When I finished, I went back to the parking lot. Still in the corridor someone reprimanded me.

“Iya.”

“Ngapain?”

I was surprised by that question. What people do when they go to the toilet is not possible to eat.

“Yes, shitting,” I replied unfriendly.

“The toilet is no longer in use, so it is dark. Next time don't use that one. New students yes?”

“Iya my maba. Meaning the toilet's broken?”

“Said broken yes no, said no yes broken.”

I scratched my head, hearing that person's explanation that I suspected a fellow student might be a senior.

“Any,” I said staring at the toilet. “Then the woman was?”

I sighed and turned around, heading back towards the parking lot. It looks like there will be another experience here, because only the first day has someone introduced themselves to show their form.

...***...

“Bete yes,” said Yanto.

“Hm.”

I am currently following orientation. If the orientation is generally done outdoor, here the focus is indoor. Even the material has been shared and the contents of the material form a presentation. It turns out that not only am I complaining, but others are complaining as well.

I look forward to the last activity of orientation, which was the student work camp because it was held outside. Precisely at Cikole Bandung campground. Calculate healing before college.

When I broke, I rushed out of the room. Just a refresh and call of nature. I did not enter the room immediately, still in the corridor opened the phone and read the message group chat four friends. It felt like we were separated not long ago and now something is missing.

While focusing on reading complaints Bono got a boarding somewhat away from campus and late on the first day of orientation. I was surprised because of the creature that had just passed by.

“Astagfirullah,” I said after feeling the fur sitting as if standing stiff.

I looked over, curious about the figure passing by earlier. It turned out that figure was the woman who had previously passed me in the toilet.

“Dia …. “

The figure walked down, from her figure it was clearly a female and at this moment the figure stopped and turned his head. His face grinned at me and his legs did not tread. I was accosted, by an invisible creature of the inhabitants of this building and this is just the beginning.