The Underwater Palace
Avoiding the Atmajaya

“How is Sarah doing?” write me in chat

“Aman,” reply short.

“Alhamdulillah,” reply.

“But ...”

“But what is bang?”

I waited a long chat reply from Iyan but never returned, I was increasingly worried about them.

I tried to send another chat but not to Iyan's number but to Mas Japra.

“Mas?” write me in chat.

“What Yes?” reply to Japra.

“How far?”

“Severe Yes. He's possessed.”

“Yes Allah is serious?”

“Iya. I'm the same Briyan even to call ustadz even I call the study mothers whose home in the complex opposite the store.”

“Mom-women studies?”

“Yes who knows Sarah is aware that hearing the costidahan her mothers aju tell rebanaan,” reply Japra.

“Astagfirullah!” reply me while adding a sticker patting jidat.

“Why the hell? What's wrong?” ask Japra.

“Gak mas you are not wrong,” reply me while laughing amusedly.

“Secual mas nyalain sound system,” connect me.

“Make what?”

“Nothing for crowded.”

“Clearly,” reply japra.

“Then how is Sarah?” 

“Fainting him, it's the same I Briyan want to take him home.”

“Ya. You guys be careful.”

I ended my conversation with Japra.

'Hopefully Sarah is okay, ' I murmured.

As I was sitting on the bed, I felt that Atmajaya was present around me. The energy was so pronounced, because I was used to his presence I could guess his energy.

“Why did you dodge?” said Atmajaya who suddenly appeared next to me.

“Dodging? I'm not avoiding.”

“I know your heart. You tried to deny my presence.”

“What is abnormal about you? Then what does that have to do with my presence?” ask Atmajaya.

“This is not normal! All I can see and talk to you is me. So many times people see me talking to myself because of what? Because they can't see you! I even said I was stressed and depressed because I often muttered to myself!” I ended up with a swollen eyelid.

Hearing my words Atmajaya just fell silent while staring intently at me.

“As much as you want to be angry or hate or something! I just want to live like most people! Without having to think of rituals or other mystical things.”

Without replying to my words Atmajaya instantly disappeared, even her energy disappeared as well. I don't know, I'm also worried about my life I keep thinking about how I will be in the future if I have to continue my duty to keep the yellow crocodile. 

I let out a long sigh, I was a little tired of my own thinking. I decided to just sleep instead of constantly thinking about the uncertain.

*** 

The next day I went to work as usual, but this time Sarah did not go to work. But I didn't ask too much about Sarah's situation because I myself had experienced something like that.

I cleaned the cashier table and cleaned it until it was ready to receive the customer's arrival.

“Aya,” mas Japra approaching to cashier table.

“What is Mas Japra? Tumben called him slowly,” said.

“Last night something was strange with Sarah,” he said slowly.

“White why?”

“When we were in the car driving Sarah home she suddenly got into a trance again. He jedot-jedotin his own head to the car glass.”

“Then how did Sarah Mas?” 

“Luckily it was fitting to get to his house. Equally his father called a smart man and said the smart man Sarah possessed pocong pesugihan!”

“Preservation?”

“Iya. He said that the pocong was used for sellers in the shop and then lived so the same that had. In the past the shophouse was rented for the beauty salon,” said Japra.

“Mas know where?”

“The mothers of the complex across. He said the salon rame and there continued to be customers even parking in front of the shop was full that had until the rent of land across the rukonya made in the parking lot.”

“But, he said since the one who owned the salon died that no one wants to jerk off including his children. And even more seremnya who owned the salon died of suicide,”

“Kok serem heck Mas.” My feather stood up to hear the story. 

As if I knew being talked about I saw clearly a woman standing in the corner while looking at me and Japra. His body was covered in wounds with a part of his head damaged.

But something surprised me, his face looked sad. I even clearly saw the blood pouring out of his head. 

The horrifying sight that had not been imagined before what else was this was still the morning.

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