The Underwater Palace
The person who followed me

The night after the incident I felt a little traumatized, I kept imagining the incident to make me feel scared myself even though before I did not feel like it.

I chose to go to bed early so that I did not continue to remember the incident, but in fact it made me even more reminded even to the point of being carried away by dreams.

In my dream I was standing behind the house looking at the river, it felt so calm and peaceful plus the wind that was so real it seemed to stroke every strand of my hair and skin. At that time I saw someone out of nowhere, his form was not very clear even I doubt he was human or just a shadow in my dream, he came up to me and pulled my hand and took me down to the river without a second thought I followed him until I got into the river.

Strange indeed, in my dream I followed him without rejection and more to my surprise I felt able to breathe in the water.

“What is this? It's in the river, right? Why can I breathe as usual?” I said to someone who kept holding my hand.

He didn't answer my question, he just kept quiet. I don't know what happened to my eyes just seconds the murky river water turned clear so clear I couldn't tell if I was under the river or even on land.

I was amazed when I saw the activity there, like us on the mainland but what distinguishes is the atmosphere of the place is like a kingdom with a magnificent palace standing solidly sparkling like gold but I do not care much about it.

I feel like I'm in a colossal movie set, so real that I don't even swim anymore but this walk makes no sense to me.

“Bu-crocodile?” I was shocked to see a yellowish crocodile in front of me.

“What is this place? Why did you bring me here?” my many.

Again he did not respond to my question, for fear that I might try to remove his grasp from my hand with all my might revolted until he released it himself.

I ran as hard as I could without knowing where to go, until I saw a light resembling a small spot of light in white without a second thought I ran towards the light that was getting closer to getting bigger until I arrived and entered into it. 

When I entered the light I was again in the murky river water, I tried to swim to the surface.

“Build! Aya wake up!” my grandmother's voice was clear.

“Maya Wake up!” 

I quickly regained my senses and opened my eyes, even finding my bed wet.

“Hah? Wet!” kataku shocked.

“Iya if you do not get water you do not wake up!” granny nagging while carrying a dipper.

“Wake up!” connect Grandma.

“Ah ... Good thing it's just a dream I think I'm really on the river again.”

I got out of my bed and cleaned up my wet mattress and pillow, after which I took a shower and prepared to go to school.

While in class I kept thinking about what I was going through in my dreams I also planned to tell Laras.

The first hour of the lesson, I tried to focus on my lesson until I felt someone was standing behind my stool.

“Kok anyone standing? Don't we study anymore?” my thinking.

“Ah may be just my feeling,” my murmur.

“Why Yes?” ask my friend Nia.

“Oh it's okay there was a fly-flying,”.

“Oh ... Yes already. Have you finished reading the material?” ask Nia.

“Iya already,” sahutku short.

“Eh Aya you already know not yet in our school there is a ghost!” whispered Nia quietly.

“Ghost? Not that every place there is a waiter,” I said slowly.

“Iya anyway, uh ... But yesterday said the mother canteen she often saw there was a child sitting in the classroom alone when everything was home and the door of all classes was also locked,” said Nia.

“Nia done?” the voice of Mother Master made Nia speechless.

“I-Iya already Bu,” Nia said.

“Then go ahead and answer one of the questions on the board along with the formula,” Ibi Guru command.

“Arrgh ... May as I advance the school bell ring!” said it.

Sure enough the clink of the bell rang, the first hour of the lesson was over and would change other subjects.

“Yes! This time the universe is on my side,” said Nia girang.

“Do the problem that is on the board, tomorrow we will correct together,” Mother Teacher orders.

Nia returned to her seat, while waiting for the next teacher to come Nia to connect the story that was cut off earlier.

“Aya we connect again the story earlier,” said Nia while sitting in her chair.

“What about Ibu Kantin?” my many.

“He said the Canteen Mother had negur son who was in that class and was told to come home but he was silent, kept suddenly missing,” said Nia.

“Ya maybe there are residents in every class,” I said while lifting both shoulders.

“Yes ... Bener as well. Duh I get goosebumps,” Nia shudders.

Not long after the second lesson began, when I wanted to pick up the textbook in my bag I felt something touch my hand.

It felt so cold and strange that someone touched the skin of my outermost layer, I tried rubbing my hand hoping that the cold disappeared.