Peripheral View
episode 6

I shivered at the story, my heart was racing, again I couldn't distinguish "them" from the human hhmm, I was a little relieved that "they" never scared me, it's just that at the age of 17 years I can rarely make a blow on which is "them" and which is human, which is, because when it's good and not scary, I'll take it as much as I do, I immediately ask the meatball

"does he always scare the people who are here?" kang bakso just smiled and shook his head while answering

"no, he just showed himself, sometimes just glanced and rarely showed his face, because a lot of people who said his face was broken" I just nodded and smiled, "a lot of stories circulating, a lot, some say that Mr. Richard's death was a lie to save his family" the story continues from the meatballs, I'm getting curious, "then.. how did Mr. Richard look so old that the woman in the red dress looked so beautiful and young" kang bakso continued his story while wiping the wet bowl

"after 15 years have passed, Mr. Richard came back here and it's true that he died, he was shocked to hear that his wife had committed suicide, and then one of his family members pointed out where the woman had committed suicide, since then, mr. Richard wanted to always remember his wife, and make the bridge, after the bridge was completed in the wake every afternoon he always walked there and accompanied a dog, he said, but one day fate approached him, he was hit by a biker and his body fell in the sea, and never found until now" so the story goes, he knows very well the story of Mr. Richard and his wife,

I saw the night getting late it was a sign that I had to go home, I asked how much the meatballs cost, and how surprised I was to hear the price of meatballs are very cheap

"how much is bli?" opening the bag and taking out the wallet

"1500 mbok" he answered briefly by hanging his petromax lamp.

"really bli? 1500? not wrong?" he nodded without any hesitation on his face

"why mbok? too expensive, right? am I selling this price to the Dutch? ah yes I forgot in Bali is a lot of tourists but. ah I do not care what is important I just pay first, I extend my hand which contains a sheet of money worth five thousand rupiah "mmm mbok how is this five hundred silver money?" he asked me while counting my change

"already bli, the change is 3000 aja" handed it is the money, I have not had time to put the money into the bag of strong winds hit me, the beach wind is very big if it has been a night like this, yet I have had time to put the money into the bag of strong winds hit me, I chased after the money, which fell on the ground and shifted some distance away from my stand

"this is my age" eehh a mother mother took my money in the wind and returned it to me, "thank you ma'am" I immediately stood up from a bent position, and smiled at the mother, just now, then I turned my body to look at the meatballs

deg. deg..

my eyes began to catch something rare, the meatballs were gone by the way it arrived, I traced a puddle of water that was on the sunken asphalt earlier, I traced it, what I accidentally spilled turned out to have dried up.