Travel Stories
I'll Keep Dancing on My Own (III)

"Hmmm, now this place deserves to be called as home" muttered Kay happily.

It took more than a week to tidy up and make this house again look worthy of human habitation. Especially with the existence of two obscure entities that are now developing strange habits in eliciting themselves whenever they like, seeking help from others is almost impossible. Various horror stories have been circulating and no sane man around this place wants to help. So it can be said, Kay did everything herself. But apparently the various activities and interactions that seem to actually help the young man's sanity in understanding what destiny he was forced to enter. Kay began to try to accept the talent she had always thought of as a curse, and began to train her seriously. Although the learning process was not as smooth as he hoped, Kay never gave up. He was really trying to carry on, as the late mother had asked.

And the various notes in the father's books, really, really do a very good eye-opener.

Father, a lecturer who always put forward research and factual proof, turned out to store various types of surprising knowledge. Various ancient records of various sciences of pagan and kebatinan, which may even have been heard of by name without appearing, stacked neatly in his drawers and workspace shelves. A collection of amulets, ancient objects in the form of weapons, sculptures and various spell inscriptions neatly arranged on a tall glass cabinet covered almost the entire wall of the room.

"Your father's great too, boy. Records and collections of heirlooms in this place almost defeated the residence of a great Empu in the era of Gajah Mada still fighting for Majapahit." chirped Arborite without being able to hide a complex of admiration in his voice.

"Bo, you've become a dense concentration of metaphysical energy, it's good that you control your worldly desires. Yes, Kay, a dense concentration of metaphysical energy. Ampe to the majapahit era of everything, like understand aja."

"Silly little girl who died from being cheated on by a boyfriend, huh, you know what you, Nduuuk?" swipe the Arborite without trying to retaliate for Rayna's provocation in the slightest. It seemed that he had learned something over the time of his interaction with the gentile ghost.

"Kaaaaay, well, this ugly Abo is saying that again." half covered in Arborite laughter.

Kay just sighed. The quarrel of the two had already become a kind of fixed filler inside his head. A special kind of radio frequency of quarrels that always makes his head never quiet.

The things that were there still felt surprising to Kay. Not to mention about the letter from the late father, entering this room alone was already a very ironic surprise for Kay..

If only this letter didn't exist, son...

You'll hate me when you find this letter, but I really hope you can finally understand why I did those things to you first.

We're both victims of ancestral sins, son...

Your grandfather walked too far into a world that is not our home, Man. His desire to be a pure human being, brought about the inevitable things that I hated so much, and maybe you feel that too now. Everything he did first, left a mark on me, and it seems to be getting deeper into you...

I thought with all the knowledge and science of man, it would make you free from this curse, but it didn't seem to happen as I expected. If you find this letter, it means that it is likely that this curse is attached more strongly to you.

And if that is the case, I will hope in your forgiveness...

You'll find a window door sealed in spell paper under dad's desk, and when your heart is ready, open it and enter the place..

I realize how much burden I've put on you, son, but I can't finish this on my own anymore.

Good bye, son, good bye...

The content of the letter was also what prompted Kay to enter this workspace. The place where his late father spent most of his time at home, without allowing anyone to enter without exception.

And now, Kay is staring at a window door embedded on the floor in an ornamentation of an ancient sealing symbol, which is perfectly touching with ornaments drawn on the bulkhead of the table leg cover, disguise the shape of the door into a slick floor ornament.

The ripples of the waves in the air slightly resuscitated Kay as a figure of a pretty face emerged from nothingness behind her.

"Kay, it's diem... Abo is getting worse now you know..."

"Rayna, stop right there!"

"Ah, Abo, what the hell!" rayna's reply was fierce as he ignored the appearance of the Arborite who tried to stop his steps approaching Kay who was standing on the symbol.

But it all happened so fast...

The Arborite floated up and pulled Rayna, half throwing her back, away from the ornamentation pattern on the floor, but it made the solid body of the Arborite embodiment stagger forward and enter the ornamentation pattern itself. Kay had seen a sad smile appear on the lips of the handsome gondrong-haired figure before the walls of light shimmered brightly and pulled the Arborite into the circle of symbols.

"ABOOOOO!!!"

"Shut up there, Ray!"

Kay was only able to be flabbergasted when the wall of light that shimmered brightly and had once obscured the existence of the Arborite before, disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving the figure of the Arborite curled under the table with both hands raised over his face.

"Boo.. Bo! You why?"

Arborite also seemed to not really understand what was really happening when Kay's cry resuscitated her.

"Damn it, I think Magilingan's really... Shock me!" he said as he stood up, without being able to hide the trace of intense fear that had emerged from him.

"That's what, Bo?"

"Ray, stay where you are! I don't know why, but this symbol is supposed to be very dangerous to creatures like us."

Hearing the worried tone that emerged from Arborite's mouth, Rayna's steps receded backwards. Slowly, Kay noticed that the bright light that had appeared before had not completely disappeared. The ornament on the floor that formed a strange symbol in the plane of the perfect circle was glowing with a soft light that was barely caught by the eye.

"I don't know what your father, Kay, is doing, but this Rajah is not something you can mess around with..."

"What do you mean, Bo?"

Arborite tried to walk out of the circle when her steps were stopped by a wall of soft light at the outermost boundary of the ornament on the floor.

"Huh, shit. It's a spirit locking seal.. Great, really great. First, I had to teach the ungrateful fool boy without custom how to use the grace he had. Then there's this silly female ghost that's hard to keep up with, that's raging every hour, and now, PRISON AGAIN?!! DAMN IT!!!"

Without being able to hold back, Arborite continued to shout out various types of swear words that were truly worthy of admiration. The tremors of fear that had previously emerged from his voice were completely gone, replaced by the Arborite figure that used to be, when the first time their paths intersected. But somehow, seeing the sour and cynical Arborite and the wrath of it even makes Kay a little comforted. A slight small smile emerged from the lips that did not stop sighing heavily by various unpleasant surprises that seemed to appear very often lately.

"And you're a demon boy, why are you smiling like such a sane person??!"

"Kayyy, Ray's scared... Abo is horrifying..."

And finally the young man was no longer able to hold back the laughter when the figure of the imprisoned creature accidentally seemed so frustrating, he said, yelling his annoyance while ruffling his hair back and forth without being able to do anything to vent it on anything.

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The typhoon still made sure every preparation and equipment he needed to serve every guest who came tonight was available in its place when the man stepped onto the bar table. Her dress never changed one bit. A western suit with a cut that fits her well-preserved body, which shows the charm of a middle-aged man in his prime. Although it seemed too neat for the size of a club, the man did not seem to care. Her hair that had already grown gray hair in some places, had absolutely no effect on her figure. This one guest, who usually always sits at table 13 without ever getting close to the Bar, comes and approaches the Typhoon.

"Good night, sir. Although it's nice to see this sesore father, but we haven't opened yet, sir..."

The man smiled broadly at this, but it seemed that he did not care at all.

"My favorite bartender.. Same kind of mine, on my table, okay?" he said with a smile that could not be separated from the lips, which the Typhoon replied with a sneer.

"Yes yes, I know what that means. Table 13, Double Bourbon, Old fashioned, on the rock." said the wry Typhoon, who was struck with the guest's prolonged laughter as he made his way to his favorite table.

After some time working in this place, Typhoon began to learn things quite quickly. And seeing how he was even able to remember many things about the various drinks favored by the subscription guests, Mr. Budi began to make him a major bartender, which automatically, made many guests more familiar with him, he said, and one of them is this table 13 guest.

It is never known when it will come, it will always be on table number 13, with the same makeup and order that never changes. But with so many guests coming and going, it was almost impossible to confirm the arrival of someone in this place, so it was only natural that he never saw it. It's just that, after knowing that Typhoon can not speak foreign languages, this one man began to often speak using various languages other than Indonesian just to tease him. And this is what especially makes Typhoons often feel upset. The man who claimed to be named Ronald had even made him have to write a few sentences on the order paper to ask Mr. Budi, so that the young man understood what he wanted to order.

The good side is that the Typhoon then tries to force himself to try as hard as he can, learning a foreign language, just so that the implied ridicule of Ronald disappears.

Damn, watch out if you meet outside... Not poless your hair that drizzle, Typhoon grumbled inwardly as he began to make Robert's order and drove him to the table as quickly as he could. Mr. Budi does not like a messy workplace when the new Club wants to open. Regardless of Ronald's invitation to sit with him while waiting for the Club to open, Typhoon rushed to his workplace behind the Bar counter.

But his steps stopped when he saw Mr. Budi, who is usually neat with a suit, currently sitting at one of the tables. A Burgundy bottle with some of its contents was in an old fashioned glass on the table.

It looked so far away, untouched. The sad song sung by a newcomer, the famous of a talent show, flowed softly, bringing a little sense of helplessness that seemed to float and infect the air.

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"I'll keep dancing on my own... Either I have to laugh or cry, Bud..."

The figure of the middle-aged man was already standing next to the Typhoon as he spoke, which was a little startling.

"Do you know this song?"

"I even know what song will play after this song ends, son.." she replied softly in the middle of her laughter, though somehow, the laughter she made felt very sad.

But Typhoon tried to ignore whatever he felt as his steps went, intending to approach the lonely figure who was daydreaming at the table.

"Don't go near him." he said. His hand was firmly blocked the arm of Typhoon. Strong, unshakable and feels as cold as steel.

"What does this mean?", the Typhoon frowned loudly as he intended to pull away the strong hand holding back his steps, but the man looked very sad as he raised his other hand and pointed towards the figure on the table.

Like hypnotized, Typhoon turned his head and saw the direction he showed, when faint, another figure appeared to sit together with Mr. Budi now. The figure of an elegant woman in a beautiful evening dress had sat there, engrossed in her own daydream, and sometimes, the woman would see the sweet watch that was wrapped around her hand. Yet somehow, it was as if there was a thin veil separating these two people sitting together. They both seem not to be in the same world...

"I'm sure you can see both of them, see for so long you want to stay in this place" the man said again, releasing his hand.

The typhoon is still stunned without being able to talk to see the scenery. His mind kept trying to digest this scene.

"My name is Ronald, but that's my best friend." he said again with a sigh that seemed to clog his chest.

"Which ghost is this, sir?" the Typhoon was bitter without being able to hide the stupid tone in his voice. His mind was mixed between annoyance, anger, being deceived and many other things. Repeatedly he gets caught up in ridiculous situations with regards to this cat tai spirit world every time.

"Let's love that woman too much. For years he always tried to get his heart, but unfortunately, the woman preferred Budi's own best friend. And when he knew that, Budi still chose to support them, hiding all the love he had. The foolish woman committed suicide when the man she chose died in an accident. This song is the song that he always plays on the anniversary of the woman's death." sighed Ronald quietly.

"Owh, so. Sad to hear. But how do you know all this?" the Typhoon retorted slowly although it was barely able to hide a hint of relief from his voice.

At least Mr. Budi is still human, he thought.

"But sadness can never disappear from his heart. Budi died some time after 2 years the woman died. He drowned himself with alcohol every day, regretting things and decisions he made at that time..."

Ronald's slow tone presented thunder within Typhoon's ears. If Pak Budi is dead, some time, where is he???

"Siaaaaalan! Again this. Satan's pedestal!!!" knock Typhoon slowly. A hint of thought that he had previously endured and faded slightly, immediately filling his head with various incessant macabrements.

"I thought you were the woman's husband, sir?" the fierce Typhoon. Really, he was really sick of being stuck in such a shitty situation. Without knowing how, he "gets lost" into a world inhabited by the remaining desires of the dead!

But the outburst of laughter from the man who claimed to be Ronald shocked various thoughts full of anger and irritation that lingered in his mind.

"nothave. I'm just a good friend of Budi who pity various stupid souls like yourself who sometimes get lost in this world. Although I can see, unlike you, I can't interact with their world like you, Strange Man.." he said in the middle of the gel that was sprayed without being able to withstand.

"Seriously, Sir?" ask Cyclone sanctions.

"Seriously. Come on, I'll get you out of this place." he said again.

"But..."

"Of course, we'll talk somewhere else. The way out of this place wasn't there for a long time, and I didn't want to spend a long time in a place like this." he continued, reversing his steps.

"Let the dead be where they are, son, you have your own life." he said again when he saw the Typhoon was still fixated on seeing the very sad sight there.

Hearing that, the Typhoon was only able to sigh heavily. Sadness flashed through his heart. Echoes of Scott Callum's voice are still alive, accompanying Typhoon steps that seem heavy, following the steps of Mr. Ronald...

"So far away, but still so near, the light come on the music dies.but you don't see me standing here..."