The Treaty of Invisibility
MYSTERY GIRL UNIFORM HIGH SCHOOL

The twilight sky above the village of Palu Wesi is so beautifully decorated with reddish orange light from the western horizon. The light refracts to form beautiful gradation lines combined with the backround of the sky which is still partly blue. A breeze that afternoon was enough to make residents who were sitting around sitting down and drifting drowsy.

Likewise with the figure of a skinny-dry teenager appears to be sitting casually in front of the house of Mr. Harjo enjoying the beautiful atmosphere of the afternoon.  The thin-skinned teenager was none other than Hariri, he was sitting in a garden chair in the front yard that was not too wide it seemed to enjoy waiting for the change of day from day to night

day.

Although his body looks thin dry, but his appearance has now changed unlike in the morning and when he was still sick. Her hair that was previously a little irregular now had

in short shaving, the sideburns and whiskers that previously grew adorning his face are now gone in razor run out. Hariri's handsome face now looks fresher, fresher.

Then the tares of some of the community who were preparing the area for the Thanksgiving event did not make Hariri disturbed. Every now and then the people who passed by and saw Hariri sitting down they nodded

greeted him. Hariri replied by nodding with a friendly smile and then drifting back into his own mind.

“Who is that little boy? She is so cute and adorable and also scary,” Hariri muttered in her mind.

Hariri's face looked up a little at the twilight sky that already looked reddish. His eyes glare throwing his gaze away staring blankly.

“Every little boy's words made my mind vibrate. Who the hell is he? Why did that child come to me in my dreams? And... and the boy came with Fina anyway,” inner Hariri immediately shuddered in remembrance of the girl

his classmate who died.

It was also suddenly Hariri again drifting into the story of his dream last night. In the dream he still remembered how great the pain felt on both legs. And at the cusp of his pain

no longer able to feel it, as powerful as Hariri tried to get up from his position lying down to see what caused the two legs pain.

The feeling of annoyance, anger and rage mixed with the immeasurable pain encouraged him to be able to sit down and look towards his two legs. And at that moment both of Hariri's eyes widened wide to see a figure

the girl in the middle school uniform was leaning between her legs. His long hair covered a quarter of his face which was deathly pale white.

Hariri saw the hands of the girls in high school uniforms raised one inch up one another in turn, then swung them towards the calves of Hariri's right and left legs. Long and pointed black nails immediately hit both feet Hariri to penetrate the skin and flesh. After those long, pointed black nails were immersed in the calf flesh then he pulled it slowly over the ground.

“Aaaaaakkkhhh..!”  Hariri screamed as loud as he could, and the pain spread

body honestly.

The figure of the girl in the school uniform ignored Hariri's screams and screams in pain, he kept doing it over and over again. The pain from Hariri's mouth was getting louder so nervous to see the long and black nails penetrate the calf of his feet and pull it slowly with ease like burrowing fingers in porridge.

“Ampuunnn! Ampuuun Fin. I was wrong! I'm wrong!” hariri yelled at the corner to stop his body from falling back into a supine position.

Fina girl in high school uniform called by Hariri was like not hearing Hariri's screams and statements, she just kept scraping Hariri's calf with her nails.

In the midst of his pain that had reached the peak of his pain, suddenly Hariri felt all over his body was cold and cool. The heat like burning the body before instantly disappeared

change with a cool but cool refreshing.

Hariri Sponyan again tried to rise from his back, he was curious to see what was happening around him. That was when his gaze hit the figure of a little boy standing beside his bed with

the right palm was attached to Hariri's knee, while his left hand held the hand of the girl in school uniform who had previously scratched Hariri's legs.

“Have stopped sis,” said the little boy while staring intently at Fina's face.

Fina, the girl in high school uniform, looks to bow her head deeply so that her long hair increasingly covers her pale face. Then a second later both of Fina's shoulders were seen shaking

shake, followed by faintly heard the sound of a very heartbreaking cry.

“Go to nature where my father lives. Brother will feel peaceful there, brother will be more able to accept his destiny there like my father,” said the little boy while rubbing the back of Fina's hand full

with compassion.

“I'm sorry Fin, I promise I will no longer do this to other girls. What do you want me to account for my actions Fin? Say...” Hariri said.

Fina did not budge, both of her shoulders still look shaky, it seems Fina was crying bitterly. The sound of his cry was heard wailing and shrill, making Hariri shudder in horror to hear it.

"Please pray me that your ceremony is Har, perfect my death so as not to become a ghost of heaven" said Fina lirih but very clearly heard in Hariri's ears.

“Now brother go, meet my father there,” said the little boy but sounded very authoritative and mature. Every sound that came out of the child's mouth was so thrilling to Hariri.

"Just let me stay here until I hear you in person when you pray" Fina said.

“Nak Har... nak Har..!” suddenly there was a voice calling Hariri and immediately it also broke his dream that was experienced last night. Hariri quickly turned to look for the person who called him.

“Nak Har... here help dad!” call the voice that turns out Mr. Diman who is installing tarpaulins as the roof of the cooking place tomorrow.

“Njih, njih sir!” hariri Sahut

then rushed a small run towards where Mr. Diman was in the yard

side house.

Before long Hariri had arrived at the place where Mr. Diman put tarpaulin. Hariri looked up at Mr. Diman who was on the stairs was binding the tip of the tarp.

“What can I help sir?!” hariri from below.

“That's Hariri's son, please stretch the other end to the corner there!” sahut mr. Diman.

“Grand,” Hariri immediately pulled the tip of the tarp as directed by Mr. Diman.

Not long after Mr. Diman came down and raised the stairs moved him to where Hariri held the other corner of the tarp.

“Thank you Hariri, it's been a hassle. It was the same Mang Tohir, but earlier Mr. Harjo called him into,”

said Mr. Diman as soon as he reached where Hariri stood.

“Sini sir let me go up,” Hariri said.

“Ah, don't want Hariri. No need to let the father, Hariri just wait below,” reply Mr. Diman then take the tip of the tarpaulin in the hands of Hariri then immediately go up the stairs that are propped on the wall of the house.

“Awas hearts-heart sir Diman,” said Hariri warned.

“Njih nak Hariri,” sahut pak Diman.

The atmosphere of Mr. Harjo's house looks crowded by local people who also work together to help

preparing for the Thanksgiving tomorrow. Mothers cooks look busy arranging places and utensils of cooking tools such as large pots, large pans and others.

While in the corner of the backyard, some residents are feeding the cows that have been prepared to be slaughtered later tonight. There are 10 cows to be eaten by the villagers of Palu Wesi. The number of cows as much as that was calculated by Mr. Harjo to feed the villagers of Palu Wesi which only amounted to about 500 heads of family.

Unmitigated Mr. Harjo costs up to hundreds of millions of rupiah to meet his vow. Mr. Harjo once said that if his son could recover from his strange illness, he would feed all the villagers of Palu Wesi. Unexpected and unexpected votive speech that he said 4 months ago can finally now be realized. And with pleasure and sincerity, Mr. Harjo fulfilled his vow.* CONNECTED*