Life With Ghost
Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Five years have passed, I served the household ark with Mas Damar. My daughter's string from my husband grew up to be a beautiful girl. Light yellow skin complete with pointed chin. More complete with his rabbit teeth are always able to make his sweet when smiling .

Even though he was the son of my husband with his first wife who had left them all his time, I still loved him like my own daughter.

My daughter Sekar, has also grown into a very cute little girl. Long wavy hair, with straight bangs on his forehead. Clean white skin with dimples when laughing. It's just that he can't talk.

"Awl.. Auu.. Uaahhhhhhhhh...! " Skar ran towards me, holding his carry bag. He pulled my hand, impatient to get to school.

"Yes, baby! Patience, yes! " said me who was busy arranging provisions for her.

Sekar nodded, then ran forward following his brother who was preparing.

After I finished setting up the provisions, I immediately walked forward. Looking at my two neat and excited girls.

Jenar, he is a child who has a spirit of learning so high. Although only ranked in the top five in schools but his obedient attitude towards parents, making it can beat his grades in school.

While Sekar, although he is mute, but his hearing is very sharp and his brain is very smooth. Although still sitting in 1st grade of Elementary School, but he can even do the problems given by Jenar teacher.

At first I and Mas Damar did not suspect him, because indeed when Mas Damar taught Jenar, Sekar was always near him, and listened to every remark issued by Mas Damar.

I immediately drove my two children using the motorcycle that Mas Damar bought after getting a promotion at the PT where he worked.

Motor pulled over in a tall building that contained the name of the building plan.

"Don't naughty her school, yeah, baby. It's scary that the teacher is explaining!" I said before returning to this bike.

"Yanti, Wait"

I who was ready to start the motorbike engine immediately turned off, when there was Sari, one of my friends whose child was also the same age as Sekar, called my name.

"What's up, Ri?" my many.

"Bu Ratna call you, tell her to come to her room. Said important!" Sari said with a serious face.

I nodded, then parked the motorbike and led my two children into the school building.

"You go to class first, I want to go inside." My words were directly influenced by my two children.

I knocked on the door of the room where my son's principal was.

"Lake in!" there was a cry from within, I immediately turned this door knob.

I nodded to Ms. Ratna, she raised her hands into the air, gesturing for me to sit on the chair that was in her presence.

"Good morning, Miss Ratna. Is there anything I can help you with?!" rama tanyaku.

"Um, yes, Miss Yanti. I called my mother to come here, to say something important. About Sekar!" His answer made my heart feel uneasy.

"Oh, about Sekar, yeah. What's wrong, ma'am?" ask again.

"So like this. Yesterday my son, Kesya who was sitting on the bench of 1st Junior High, came to see me. Asking me to help her with her schoolwork. Coincidentally there is Sekar next to me, because indeed I am monitoring 1st grade children to do a daily repetition.

I don't know how and how he knows. Now, he handed me a piece of writing that contained the answer to my son. At first I doubted it was the result of his thinking.

And what's the answer mom?" It was clearly Ms. Ratna who I answered directly with the ring.

"He knew and memorized a chapter of the book my son was studying!"

Hearing Ratna's words, I immediately stood up.

"And it seems, our school can no longer accept Sekar studying here!"

The deg!

I who was looking down immediately looked up. This is not the first time Sekar was expelled from school, but counted three times already.

"But it's good, ma'am. It's an advantage!" I'm arguing that I didn't accept my son being kicked out of school. I don't think this is a definite reason.

"Okay, I'll explain!"

"It's not really why we took Sekar out of school, it's because of something else.

Sekar is the type of child who likes to be alone. He doesn't even have any friends here. In addition, he also often speaks for himself, but when asked, he replies that there is a friend next to him.

And the thing that we consider the most about removing Sekar from the school is, Sekar often draws a mysterious figure that is creepy, not only that but he also claims that the figure is in this school.

She's often her other kids until they drop out of school!" Miss Ratna is back.

I'm speechless. This reason was the same reason, as the headmaster, the school before his said.

Even at the school before her, there was a child who fell ill because he saw the picture of Sekar which explained that the figure of the woman whose stomach was split, there was on the shoulders of the child.

My tears broke, which school should I enter Sekar? What if he gets kicked out again? This past year alone has been three times, Kenar who also had to move schools because he did not want to separate from his sister.

I walked out of the principal's room. My heart is so fucked, my soul is so scared.

The intelligence that Sekar has is a good thing. But the inner excess of the supernatural figure is a problem that should make him lose the future.

From childhood, Sekar is always sensitive to mystical things. The thing that was said with Ms. Ratna, indeed often she did at home.

Drawing a terrible magical figure. In fact he also said, that the figure he drew, was a figure he met while on the road.

I didn't expect that this would affect her education.

"Aarrgghhhkk" I turned my head quickly, when I saw a child screaming loudly upstairs.

I immediately ran up the stairs, then went up to see what was going on.

My steps were blocked, when I saw something from the turn of the stairs to the second floor.

A woman is lying on her stomach with fresh blood flowing around her body. It seems that guy just fell down from upstairs.

I immediately ran up, because there was a boisterous sound and the cries of children from upstairs.

My eyes circled looking at the many people on the edge of the guardrail. Sekar seems to be quietly holding the fence with his head that is ringing. Like talking to someone.

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