Travel Stories
What World Is This Actually?

Along with the dimming of the sun, the car boarded by Anton and Prameswara re-entered the local King's Residence after leaving Terry who was nearly drained of blood due to wounds on his legs to the hospital. Only for this time, the rental car was immediately parked sweetly in the spacious courtyard of a luxurious restaurant that stood majestically right in the middle of the hill. Taking the best position, the traditional Javanese building presents a wide view that steals the breath of anyone who has the ability to eat in this place. Even in a tired state of mind, Anton could not resist admiring the ability of the builder of this place.

"Come, Gang. Ngopi. Don't know cute girls. Still single to?"

"Your eyes!" anton replied in a grin, following Prameswara's laughter.

"Your family's getting richer, Mes? Damn it, you know gini, why did I go all the way to America?" anton grunts when they choose a seat, which is only met with a small laugh from Prameswara when he calls someone and orders a drink from him.

"Cut the crap. Now, ask me whatever you want to ask me, Mom. I try to answer as much as I can." said the young man, lighting his cigarette.

"Well, if this is the case, I'm also confused as to what to ask. It's not what, there's too much of a problem." said Anton slowly. "Have you ever felt that everything you thought you knew was wrong? Like I'm sure something doesn't exist, and as it turns out, a demon came knocking at your door?" he continued when the young man he spoke to just looked at him, as if waiting for him to explode.

"For a long time since I no longer believed in ghosts, demons, demits, genderuwo and his friends, Mes. Dracula was only in America, Hollywood in particular, with Van Helsing, Captain America and others. Even had crossed my mind earlier, Big T sent a fragment of shooting a horror film because the prank was left alone. And then, my body moves on its own in ways I never knew I could do. Various knowledge and memories that I never knew I had, appeared as if there was a usb plugged into my brain. And you know, voilaaa, Gorgom creature, enemy of the black steel knight appeared before the eyes. Not to mention when I saw you from my body that I couldn't control myself while he was moving, you were fighting with a snake-bodied and human-headed creature, and WHY ARE YOU EVEN SENYAM-SENYUM, BASTARD?!"

Prameswara laughs uncontrollably when it seems, his friend is emotional with his expression.

"Mistakes! My males! Never mind, forget it..."

"Choose, nambeg." said Prameswara while giggling. But he just tossed the coffee cup that was delivered by a beautiful waitress shirt to his best friend.

"Sorry, Mas. Sorry. I really am. Okay, I'm serious now" he said again when he saw Anton was really angry.

"I don't know anymore, Mes... The world I know is crumbling and falling apart. I don't know what's real and what's illusion. Even now, it's like I see someone sitting next to you. It seems I'm going crazy." complained Anton lethargic.

"I'm sorry, Mom. If this calms you down, I say there is indeed someone sitting next to me right now." replied Prameswara softly with a heavy sigh. He knows how Anton feels right now. "His name is Dipo, the spirit of a climber who lost his life on an expedition on the mountain" he continued, pointing to the body of Lawu mountain is rigid in the distance, while the transparent figure in a flannel shirt and shabby climber pants raised his hand, greeting while smiling at the frightened bearded Anton.

"What happened to you before was that I opened one of the "lobes" in your body so that other souls could enter and use your body, Mas. You knew his condition. Without that done, Terry might not be able to be saved." sighed Prameswara softly.

"Explain it further, Mes." said Anton tried to calm down even though the shakes still appeared in his voice.

"Mas already knows, the practitioners you came to are humans contaminated with evil souls. In return for the abilities gained, he had to give a contribution to anyone he had worked with before. In that case, this bottle was the medium." clearly the young man while taking out a translucent jade bottle, with a seven-star ornament at its base.

Looking at this bottle, Anton shuddered. He knows what the bottle is. He saw the filling process from the video sent by Terry.

"I wouldn't be able to take this bottle if I chased and saved Terry, while it was just the two of us. In fact, you have absolutely no knowledge needed in this, so I was forced to do it, Mas. And as long as this bottle is no longer in his hands, it will stop killing." he continued, unable to hide the guilt. The thing he did to Anton was absolutely irrevocable.

"I don't care about that, Mes. I made my choice at that time. I just need an explanation of what this is really about."

"In the knowledge I have learned, simply put, your current condition is called Parogo, Mas. A kind of mediator that allows invincible creatures to interact with ordinary people. Usually, Parogo can only allow the spirit or soul that borrows his body to just interact, but your condition is a little special... Ah, anu, no, listen to me first." Prameswara replied hurriedly as he looked at Anton who was starting to get inflamed.

"Although souls who borrow your body can use it, without your permission, they won't even be able to get close, ma'am."

Damn it... Well, but how else, it's not his fault, actually, Anton kelu's inner sigh.

"If you want, Mom, I can teach you a lot about the world that I know. Who knows, maybe with the brain in your head, you can reconcile and become a Noetic Science scientist as a practitioner." continued the young man timidly. Perhaps it was his guilt that prompted him to try to find a compromise on what he had done.

Although a little upset, inevitably Anton laughed at hearing this. In any case, it was he who approved of what Prameswara was doing, and without this, perhaps at this time, the atmosphere would not be as light as this. Although transparent figures that fly, float, or just walk began to see a lot, at least Terry's life was saved.

Well, at least, for now it's all done. Who knows, I could be a famous psychic in the future. Huft, let's just take the bright side up, what more could possibly worst than this? prameswara's inner self as her feelings develop becomes lighter. As the sun grew lower in the far west, Anton began to be able to smile a little as the jokes from his past friend flowed.

It's just, it's not the end Anton thought it would be...