The Ghost Of Death
Ghosts kupluk

Aura drove his new white Yamaha R25 motorcycle to campus, even though the walk from his apartment to campus only took 15 minutes but this tomboyish girl deliberately wanted to show off.

The business he has been running for the past 3 months has been successful. Of course the Ghost Hunt attempt, what else.

Aura posted an ad on social media that she made specifically for her new business, under the name Lawliet the ghost hunter. So everyone in the city could see what services he offered.

Dispelling ghosts from a building, that service is what its customers are most interested in these days. Yes, the price of the building will go down if there are ghosts in the building, as a result the building will be difficult to sell. So for this service Aura put a fairly high tariff.

"New motor, Ra?" ask a familiar feminine voice in Aura's ear.

"Yes dong, Ri!" answer Aura.

The girl who greeted Aura was Utari Aura's best friend. Utari is also a student of the same art major as Aura.

"No buying a duck montor, so it can be a competitor behind the ono campus." cerocos Utari, with a distinctive tone of his Sunda.

"Cingire.landep!" aura answered using ngapak language, which she did not really master.

"What does that mean, Ra.?" tanya Utari was confused.

"Bacot you,!" Aura also translated the language she used.

"Issssss." hiss Utari the Korean drama enthusiast.

The two friends of different cultures and streams and outfits walked side by side entering their campus.

Aura is a tomboyish girl who always dresses all in gloomy black. His black leather jacket that adds to the impression of a calm match, because of Aura's cute visuals that can neutralize the impression of being naughty in every appearance of the girl.

While Utari is a cute girl with a style of dress that is always bright and she likes to wear beautiful dresses for the look in every day.

"Lu, what are you doing for this semester's exhibition?" utari asked Aura, they were still walking in the hallway to their classroom.

"Not knowing me, still confused!" aura answered trying to see what she might be able to make for the once a year event, an event that is very important for students majoring in art.

"Gue wants to make a rather bold one" Utari said.

"Don't tell me you want to make a new sculpture of your boy's ass!" guess Aura with a look of disgust towards Utari who was smiling sweetly towards her.

"No, exactly in front of his ass" Utari said uncensoredly.

"Lunatic you!!!" said Aura in despair.

"His form is absolutely perfect, his is the most extraordinary of all the guys I've ever seen, Ra." Utari explained with great excitement.

This girl who was certainly not a virgin explained it without the slightest embarrassment to Aura.

"As far as you are.basasal pervert!" said Aura who again put on her jutek face.

Aura is already memorized with the character of a girl named Kencana Utari Dewi beside him, changing dates is not a sin for the 23-year-old girl, but it is a pleasure for her.

"You need to see if it's done!" utari.

"Relieve it!" said Aura.

Finally they arrive in their class, of course the art department class is very different from the class in other majors.

A wider desk and a longer space behind the desk, are special bonuses for students in the arts major.

Before long a male lecturer in neat clothes entered the room.

His name is Immanuel sir, he is a man of Roman nationality but now settled in this country. The super handsome man with a strong face and strong body was married to one of the women in this city.

The students at this campus also did not know exactly who the very lucky woman was, who had married the mighty man who had just entered into the classroom Aura.

Aura and Utari immediately accelerated their footsteps towards their respective seats due to the arrival of the handsome lecturer.

Today Mr. Immanuel only discusses some of the works of famous sculpture artists, and where the inspiration of the work can be.

The longer we are in art class, the more we memorize strange names that are foreign to Indonesian ears.

The amazing places we want to visit are different from before we enter this department. Italy, Milan, Rome became the mecca of the sculptor artists in this world. Aura also had a dream to live in one of those cities to increase knowledge of his art.

"It is time for you to prepare for the exhibition work this semester, I hope you immediately think about what you want to pour in your work later" said Mr. Imanuel in fairly fluent Indonesian.

"Good, Sir!" said all students in this room, yes the answer that will always be given by the students for every advice of the teacher.

Mr. Immanuel just walked out from within the Aura class, without any other words. He was indeed a cold and quiet lecturer.

"Eh, you don't have a malem show, Ra?" ask Utari.

"Why is it." asked Aura, her eyes immediately looked towards Utari who was sitting in front of her desk.

"Gue wants to meet a guy, our underclassman. He said he wanted to deket you!" utari.

"I take care of what I think is so." Aura immediately put a careless look on her cute face.

"You're not lesbian, are you?" tanya Utari, with an intimidating tone.

"You'd better start treatment at a mental hospital, before you get naked on the highway while I'm pulling an empty rope" said Aura.

"Your imagination is over, I just want you to hang out with other students" Utari said.

"Where is the time for such unimportant things, I have to work tonight" Aura said.

"May you meet a handsome ghost that can be courted" Utari said.

The long-haired girl who was dyed silver in some parts of her hair, immediately stood up to leave Aura who was busy with her picture book.

Her tiny fingers swept the black tip of her pencil onto the white paper, again Aura drew another sinister figure.

Aura looked towards the corner of this room, a ghost that had been there for a long time. Ghost man with a drenched body with a head that is almost plontos and wearing white skulls.

The ghost of the man was a sturdy stature that was quite muscular with a black jumpsuit. The same jumpsuit that Aura used to wear when she was working on her work so that her clothes were not littered by the clay that became the base material for making sculptures.

The ghost just stood there and looked at every student who entered the room.

Aura had seen the ghost since she first entered the room from the beginning of her college semester.