Travel Stories
Ray, You're a Ghost!

Two days have passed in confusion and an increasingly fraught mind with questions without clear answers. Two days have passed with a growing mental and moral burden of suppressing conscience. And these two days that had passed, the condition was made worse by the carefree chatter of this beautiful girl figure..

"Kay, sing again... You sound great.."

"Kay, what will you eat? How can I not be hungry?"

"Kay, I want to buy dong's clothes. borrow some money.."

And the various 'Kay what' questions that slide out of the red lips that add to the beauty of the face, which makes me sigh heavily.

Not to mention the problem of the spirits of my parents solved, coupled with the endless seriousness of a beautiful figure who apparently forgot that he was already lifeless.

"Kay, why the hell, besides you, so many people don't seem to care about anything I tell them?" the header was slow while playing the end of his jeans pipe.

I can only take a long breath. My feet that felt so tired forced me to rest. Therefore, I chose a stone seat under the shade of this tree to rest for a moment. And this question came directly from him...

"When did you try to talk to someone else, Ray? Didn't you stick me out since we pulled off the tracks?"

"So, Kay, time..."

'blah, blah, blah.. la.la.la.la... You're a GHOST, Ray!!!!' my inner cry was upset without trying to listen to his chatter further.

An oblong face with eyes as bright as the morning star, adorned with pliable eyelashes with eyebrows formed like a crescent moon. It blends nicely with a pointed nose and boils down to natural red lips, framed by straight black hair that splits slightly over the shoulder, chattering long and wide, with occasional hands of pearly whites it moved to emphasize the various words that shot out of its mouth. Just one word to describe this girl, PERFECT...

"Kay! You don't notice me?!"

"Eh, yes. How was that?"

"Hmph! Wicked!!!"

My giggles broke out into a prolonged laughter seeing Rayna fold her hands in front of her chest and throw her face away.

"You're craving, Ray?"

"Bodo!"

My laughter broke longer because of it, but not for long. The strange look of the passing people was on to me and immediately silenced my laughter. I forgot that no one else would be able to see Rayna by my side. To them, I laughed and ranted alone...

'Damn it, so it looks like a crazy person and.' My mind is upset when I see the sight of many people passing around this city park.

"Yeah, Ray. I need to find some extra money for dinner tonight."

Immediately I packed all the stuff and moved again. The sun that was beginning to enter his contest had been trying to cast its final light. It's time for me to find some extra windfall with my guitar and my voice if I want to get home fast.

"Ray, haven't you answered my question? Is this going to do it again, right? I'll be..."

I drowned again in daydreams without trying to ignore whatever came out of Rayna's mouth.

I don't know why either, Rayna seems to forget that she's dead, and I'm the only one who can see and hear her speak. Various things he said increasingly felt burdened conscience, when it was time to make him realize that in fact he was dead. 2 days passed this slightly raises the feeling of longing to interact with others. Rayna's presence, although as hard as I can deny, made me remember how nice it was to have a friend to talk to, and I didn't want her to leave too soon...

My steps grew heavier as my mind roared in endless negative feelings..

*****

The young man looks shabby in a flannel shirt with black red boxes without any buttons associated, revealing a faint athletic body in a thin T-shirt. His legs look sturdy in a pair of shredded jeans that are difficult to distinguish the original color. But the sturdy face with wild rays radiating from his eyes seemed to enjoy the cold mountain breeze caressing every inch of skin and swaying the limp jet hair that tucked to his shoulder.

The cyclone stared at the path he was currently on. His eyes were trying to figure out every possible safe path to walk. His breath hunts along an increasingly difficult path and begins to bring up various levels of danger to face. But the more dangerous, it seems that the more he is eager to undergo every thing that begins to threaten the safety of life. Even when the rock cliffs were nearly 25 meters high, loomed before him and cut off his path to reach the peak he wanted.

"Difficult, that path can't be crossed..."

Eh?!

The typhoon turned to the direction of the voice that knew to say hello and scratched his head.

'I remember how I felt when I was alone, right??' inner Typhoon wonder.

The figure of a young man who was no less than his appearance with the Typhoon, was seen sitting on a stone bulge. His carrier lay next to him. His face looked relaxed and looked lazy, although a sincere smile seemed to be reflected.

"Hallo, Bro. Sorry, the cave did not see you there." said Typhoon as he approached the young man. His hands stretched out and greeted the young man in a warm, tight handshake.

"No papa, it's rare for people to go this way" he replied with a laugh.

For some reason, a familiar warm feeling arose in the heart of the Typhoon, although it was rare for such a feeling to arise when it came to human contact. His experience was too painful on many occasions.

"There is a path to cut this cliff, just besides being quite difficult, the journey is quite far" he continued

"Well, if it's a muter, how long does it take, bro?"

"About 1 day trip, Brother... My advice is to take the path of the muter. This cliff is too terrible to climb." he replied again.

The typhoon breathed heavily. The sense of scream that appeared in his heart felt strengthened staring at the stone cliff. But he could not choose the detour. The only option is to go ahead and defeat this fear.

"Sorry, Bro. Looks like the cave took the hardest path." said Typhoon firmly.

"What's more important than your life, bro?" said the young man again with a heavy sigh.

"Today is the 2nd anniversary of the death of my mother, Bro. His dream is to reach these beautiful places in Indonesia. But he died before the cave could take him, Bro.." said Typhoon slowly. He was only able to duck, trying to withstand the sadness that suddenly appeared to the surface without being able to prevent it. The memory of the deceased Mother has always been able to slice her heart in such a way.

"Ah... Well, then, I can only pray for your safety, bro. Later, around Peak, there was a hidden bulge that you would be safer to reach than the crack of the cliff underneath." said the young man again as he dismantled his Carrier and stretched out the climbing rope.

"Use this, I'll show you the safest path."

The Typhoon's eyes that were slightly overshadowed by tears looked up quickly at the rope. This rope will make it able to pass through this cliff more safely.

The young man explained and pointed out the path of points that allowed the Typhoon to reach the top of that cliff.

"I was only able to help up here, Bro. May you survive to the top... And it's really happy that your mother has a child like you." said the young man after explaining the most likely path to the Typhoon.

"Thank you, Bro." said Typhoon, and taking no longer, he began his journey.

The storm no longer tried to think about anything. This cliff he must defeat!

'Eh, why was the bro's body like a thin blue color?' inner Typhoon as he rested in the middle of the cliff, but a strong gust of wind severed his mind. His concentration cannot be divided by anything..

****

"Kay..."

Why else is this girl sulking gini, kayak is still alive, my mind is amused.

"Kay, is it just a smile?" he said again as he took my hand and hugged her, which spontaneously made the place he held like it was dipped in ice water.

"Why the hell?" I tried to let go of her embrace. Not that I don't like it, just that cold feeling is uncomfortable.

"I'm what's so ugly?" his gerrick.

The beautiful lips were pouting, which even made the beautiful face even more adorable.

"What the hell is it?" sahutku.

"People don't want to answer me, Kay... Even the ugly young man who ate alone in the stall we said earlier." he said.

I can only be filled with complaints and stories about how so many people don't care. I can't tell you the fact that he's dead and no one else can see him but me. I was afraid to make her understand and more than anything, I still wanted to enjoy this conversation. I don't want to send him home now...

But he seems really annoyed right now. His pale face was slightly red-colored, which further beautified his appearance, almost like a living human..

"Kayyy! I'm just fucking dumb!"

"I'm sorry, Ray... Actually I'm reluctant to say, but it's not fair to you." I said with a heavy sigh. I let his hand still tightly grip my arm.

"You're a ghost, Ray. The spirits... You're dead, your ex-boyfriend who****** it killed and left your body where we met.." I said slowly.

And without guessing, my cheek exploded in heat as that fine, pearly-colored glowing hand slapped with all his might. His eyes lit up in real anger though I saw them glazed over by the tears he was trying to endure.

"I know I'm not pretty for you, Kay. But why are you so evil??!"

I was only able to sigh heavily while stroking the cheeks that were throbbing due to his slap.

"Just be happy, Ray.." I said slowly.

I slowly picked up all the things I had. A hint of warmth has arisen since this beautiful ghost accompanied my journey, seeping out of my heart quickly. I could no longer bear the filthy feeling that appeared in my soul seeing the various emotions that emerged from the beautiful face that was filled with anger and disbelief there. I don't care about that girl there in the various turmoil that she's feeling right now.

'Dad, Mother, I will go home.' My mind is confused when imagining this long and alone road that must be taken again.

"Kay??"

'Sorry Ray, when I am able to overcome my feelings, I will definitely come back here for you.' My mind aches while stepping slowly, leaving the beautiful figure of the spirit of the girl I started to like there.