Midnight Foot Step
Chapter 8 - Phone From Arum

Throughout her guidance with Basuki, Tari looks completely unfocused. Repeatedly he wiped away the sweat that flooded the forehead. Though, the room was using AC, but Tari continued to feel hot.

"Enough Ri, continue tomorrow again," said Mr. Basuki, he felt their meeting this time did not run conducive.

"You rest first, we'll discuss this chapter in a week" Basuki said, while Tari, who heard the decision, felt heavy to accept.

He wants all the discussions in chapter 3 to be finished today. But whatever the power, finally even in retreat again.

"But Mr__"

"Already, let's just connect next week," Basuki cut off, making Tari go back to swallowing all the words she was ready to say.

Finally, Dance out. When he closed the door and stood outside the room, the weight on his shoulders disappeared. It was as if something had indeed deliberately made his meeting with Mr. Basuki this time not go well.

With lethargic steps, Dance down the stairs. His spirit has faded after Mr. Basuki postponed the discussion. Very wasted time according to him.

While treading one by one the steps, the mind of Dance returned to Arum. He was very sure that the one who greeted him yesterday was his best friend, but remembering Siska and Doni's words made him think again.

"What happened to Arum? How is he doing now? Why is it so hard to contact?" muttered Dance while exhaling a rough breath.

After a long walk, Tari finally arrived at the last step of the stairs. Although around there many friends who passed by, but Tari remained moody. There was no intention to say hello, let alone joke. He's too tired today.

Shortly after, Dance's phone vibrated. He quickly picked it up, it turned out that Arum's number was listed there.

Dance smiled happily and immediately accepted the call. He hoped that this time he could really talk to Arum.

"Hallo," said Tari.

No answer from across there. However, there was also no strange sound or cold wind like earlier.

"Hallo," said Dance for a second time.

"Hallo Dance."

"Arum, you___"

"This is Auntie, Dance. Aunty wants to tell you," concluded his mother Arum.

"Oh, it's Auntie. What's the news, Auntie?" tanya Dance.

For a long time there was no reply from Arum's mother. Only the occasional heavy breath could be heard in Dance's ears.

"Aante!"

"Tari, you pray Arum yes, may he recover quickly. Aunty was sad to see him like this" her mother Arum replied in tears.

"Cured? Why Arum Aunty?" ask Dance quickly.

"Arum coma Dance."

The deg! The heart of Dance stopped beating. The short answer that his mother Arum spoke made his body limp and limp. Luckily, there was a wall supporting him, so it didn't fall.

"Since when's Auntie?" tanya Dance quietly, almost like a whisper.

"Since three days ago," replied his mother Arum still with a sob.

Dance was trembling, her throat was choked and she had trouble swallowing.

"He's been home a week because of typhoid. It was just ordinary treatment at first, but three days ago it got worse and ended up in a coma." Arum's mother spoke again because Tari was still silent. He doesn't know if here Dance is very panicked.

"If Arum is in a coma, then who welcomed me yesterday?" inner Dance.

Slowly, the feathers bristled. He turned his head to and fro, looking for a figure that seemed to be observing. But there's nothing. All that looks is just friends who are busy with their respective activities.