SURREPTITIOUS
The Part 11

Feeling the temperature to be cold, Zahra turned off the AC bus. The girl felt that something was strange. Even though the AC has been turned off, the temperature still feels cold. He looked down and prayed in his heart.

Suddenly the little boy screamed loudly making Amadhea's ears buzz. Amadhea's reflexes covered her ears.

While Zahra was still praying reciting the holy verses. Ghosts began to appear from various directions. They're so horrible. Looks like those ghosts were once dead passengers or maybe accident victims. That's why they look so horrible.

Amadhea closed her eyes tightly.

Sounds like a balloon eruption filled with porridge or water. As she opened her eyes, Amadhea saw blood splattering everywhere. The ghosts exploded.

Amadhea looked at Zahra who was also staring at her. The girl had apparently finished praying.

"Why are you so pale?" ask Zahra.

The blood slowly began to disappear, as well as the ghosts that had been scattered in the bus. They seem to disappear somewhere.

Amadhea smiled stiffly. "I think I'm kebelet...."

... want to vomit, Amadhea continued in her heart.

"In a moment we arrive at a fairly close stop to your house" said Zahra.

Amadhea nodded. He seemed to think, the ghosts seemed to disappear because of Zahra's do'a.

"Oh! I won." Zahra showed me her phone screen. It turned out that he won the chess game.

Amadhea looked at her phone screen. "Ah, I lost."

Zahra smile. "We can play again next time."

The bus stops at the stop. Amadhea was down. He waved his hand at Zahra who was about to stop at the next stop.

Zahra also waved her hand.

The next day at the German High School.

Mr. Tarmin seemed to sweep the dried leaves and flowers that fell from an old tree in the High School courtyard. He looks painstaking.

Some of the students and OSIS who came in the morning greeted him.

"Sir Tarmin is very diligent."

"Yes, Non. Not really early morning coming to school."

"There's an OSIS picket, sir."

"Oh, then I go on, yes, Non."

"Yes, sir."

In the third hour of the lesson, students of the XI-IPA-B class seemed to walk in tandem towards the basketball court. They wear blue-black sportswear.

It turns out that on the basketball court there are still other students who still exercise. They are a XI-IPA-A class. Their sports uniforms are different where they are red-black.

Greeta waved her hand at Elan. The man also waved his hand.

Amadhea really doesn't want to see Xaga, but what can I do. He must look at the man who always looks at him with a look of hatred for no reason.

"Sports teacher is absent. They work out on their own regardless of their exercise hours being up" Gerald said.

"They should have heard the bell, unless they had no ears" Grumbled Arnold.

Xaga knitted his brows. Unexpectedly, he threw the basketball in his hand towards Amadhea with all his might.

Amadhea rounded her eyes. He immediately protected his face with both hands.

The basketball did not hit Amadhea, but passed to her side and bounced against the wall behind Amadhea.

Greeta embraces Amadhea. "Are you okay?"

The real Amadhea was still somewhat shocked to shake her head slowly.

"Hey, lo! Why are you throwing balls! How about hitting people's faces!" Arnold pulled the front of Xaga's shirt.

Some other students, both IPA-A and IPA-B, try to separate them so that there are no fights between classes.

As Arnold pulled Xaga's clothes, Xaga's cross fell. Zahra who saw it took it.

Alinda calms Arnold down. "Easy."

Zahra gave the necklace to Xaga. "It's yours."

Xaga accepts. IPA-A class leaving the field.

Amadhea looked at Xaga's back.

After school, Amadhea took a shower. After the bath, Amadhea cooked shrimps. He looks so painstaking. After the food was cooked, Amadhea ate it.

Since Irma almost fell from the second floor at that time, Irma rarely came to Amadhea's house. The woman would only come to the doorstep to share the food. Not only Irma, the other neighbors also treated Amadhea well. They often come to share food or just ask about Amadhea.

Not only Irma, apparently some neighbors who had come to the house Amadhea had felt the existence of an invisible figure, but felt his presence.

Sometimes they see a certain figure that resembles someone. Either it resembles a dead figure or someone else's figure. Most often they saw the figure of Amadhea standing in front of the window of the main room of the second floor. Amadhea was going to school. Or they saw Amadhea gardening and watering plants, but it was midnight.

After eating, Amadhea washed her dishes in the sink. After that, he went from the kitchen to the second-floor stairs. However, his steps came to a halt at the end of the stairs. He turned his head and saw red crayons piled up in the same place. Amadhea was busy with school that came home every day in the afternoon. It had been a few days he had not swept let alone mopped.

Amadhea dumped the crayons into the trash as usual. When I returned, there was still a crayon there. Amadhea looked annoyed. He took.

When he looked down, another red crayon rolled towards him. It came from under the table. Amadhea. He threw away the two crayons and then noticed a table on which there was a house phone and a vase of flowers along with decorative flowers made of plastic. While on the wall there is a large painting with a view of the beach that looks creepy.

Out of curiosity, Amadhea turned on the flashlight from her phone. Then he peeked under the table. There is a 5x16 centimeter rectangular hole in the wall.

For a moment Amadhea thought. The shape of the house was indeed a bit strange and awkward. Calculated from the number of windows in the room downstairs, there should still be one more room. It just so happened that the wall of the room was now in front of Amadhea, but there was no entrance to the room.

Amadhea went out of the house to the window that did not have the room. He peeked out the window. There were curtains covering the window. Amadhea tried to open the window, but it could not be opened. Probably nailed from inside the room.

The girl went back home. He removed the table from the wall following his painting. Amadhea groped the wall. There was a piece made of wood just above the square hole earlier. Amadhea tore through the wallpaper and now she saw a locked door with a large padlock.

"Why is the door hidden? Is there something inside?" amadhea. He looked down and peered into a square hole that turned out to be a hole deliberately made in the door. Amadhea could not see anything, it seemed like the floor in the room was higher than the hole under the door, so Amadhea could not see anything. However, crayons can enter if the door is somewhat pushed from the inside. So that the crayon will come out through the gap and pass through the boundary of the hole.

The question is, who took the crayon out of the room? Who pushed the door?

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^^^11.34 | 1 September 2021^^^

^^By Ucu Irna Marhamah ^^^