My merit
#44 Dutch Noni Painting
《*Have you heard? of a person, if any inanimate object, which resembles the form of a human or other living thing. The thing will be instantly alive, and inhabited by a subtle creature*.》
The six of us went to the general coronation, which yesterday I, Azam, and Vishnu came to. Once we got there, we brought the pot of trial, which contained the burial ground, and as soon as possible we put it back the burial that Azam had taken the land. "Thank God. We can all survive, and there are no casualties" Shifa said.
With this the six of us, it already had nothing to do with that creepy figure earlier. And hopefully, the figure of the pocong that just did not bother the six of us anymore. "Oh yes! keep our group task how?!" vishnu panicked. "Tomorrow to collect."
"Yes, how else. Inevitably, we will be punished." exclaimed Cahya.
"Mm. By the way, sorry for what happened today, and for the job. Because of my own actions, you also get affected. Sorry" Azam said apologizing.
"Look easy, Zam. We are friends, humans can also make mistakes." replied Vishnu, chuckling.
"Yes, don't stay here long yuk. Let's just go home." take me to them.
Because Azam felt bad for us. Finally he invited and treated the five of us, a festivity not far from his home. "Eat a lot, if you want to add. Add it, I will pay later." Azam said with a smile.
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I woke up again, and got up from my bed. I saw that the clock was at half-nine, I got ready and left. Last night Azam was so good to the five of us, maybe because he felt guilty. So he was being nice to us, even he drove us one by one.
Today's class wasn't too much, it was just that today there was a class. Which task of the group we can not collect, which we will certainly be punished later. And sure enough, the six of us weren't allowed to enter the class. The result of the six of us just sitting in the cafeteria with no clear purpose. "Well! my boss." murmured Nurmi.
"May also." thought the five of us agreed, with Azam's invitation.
We stayed at Azam's house together. "Zam. I want to go to the bathroom, if I may know where?" ask me to Azam who at that time, was playing cards together with Shifa, Cahya, Nurmi, and Vishnu.
"Oh over there. You're straight, right after that." point to Azam, point to the bathroom of his house. With the instructions given by Azam, I began to walk.
I was in a hallway, which had two rooms with whitewashed doors. "Which bathroom?" muttered. I finally chose the room, in the left corner. The room was dark, and also stuffy, and so much dust was flying. "Uhuk...uhuk is very tight." I turned on the light, which happened to be the switch right next to me. My eyes were immediately focused, a large enough painting was clearly displayed on the wall. "Ah I wear everything, wrong into the room." I grumbled.
Suddenly the wind blows to my face. Whereas in the room there were no windows or air, I felt the presence of someone but could not see. "Cloraite Agatha." a grain of that name flashed through my mind. I intend to get out immediately, from inside the room that I thought was a warehouse. When I turned around, not a single step I walked out. A beautiful woman, like a Dutch woman in ancient times, not only her face but also the brownish white dress she wore was like the Dutch in ancient times. "Who are you?" I said ask him.
Then the woman pointed to a large painting that was behind my body. After I investigated, it turned out that the max of the figure of the Dutch woman was that she came from inside the painting. "Are you from the painting?" many ensure. The Dutch woman nodded at my question, which meant she was right from the painting. I noticed he didn't seem evil, rather than me bothering him. I better get out of this barn.
"You want to play?" suddenly, as I walked out of the warehouse, the figure of the Dutch woman appeared before me while inviting me to play.
"No." I replied briefly.
"Why? am I creepy?" said the Dutch woman to me. Slowly her form changed, her left body was like a hole hit by a bullet. The dress that was once ordinary, now filled with blood stains. "Kikkikk.. what is my original form of beauty" said the figure of a Dutch woman, with a characteristic Dutch accent.
"Go! I'm not bothering you." I hurriedly ran, out of the barn. And regrouped with Azam and the others.