Travel Stories
Dilemmas

Seconds keep racing in endless races, composing minutes as the clock ticks by. The sun, which seemed tireless of routine, continued to rise and sink, encouraging millions of creatures to move in their respective dynamics. Since the morning incident on the porch of the house, almost 2 weeks passed without any strange events that befell anyone in the small house. Unable to find anything related to the drawings made by Andini, the sheet of paper is currently one of the occupants of the workspace Mr, which is currently really more functioned as a warehouse of strange items.

Time passed in a quiet groove when the three humans who were united in a strange destiny line began to live life despite being inseparable from various questions. The house itself cannot be separated from the changes. His small garden began to form as the Typhoon's cold hands took care of him, presenting a variety of colors and aromas that warmed each of its inhabitants. Well-organized courtyards, renewable fences and walls with bright colors, make a small house that previously looked like no man's land, transformed into a comfortable small palace. While the current culprit, he was engrossed with various books and notes. The wild look that had previously appeared from him, was replaced by a handsome figure with shaved hair short and neat. He seemed to be fixated on the various things he was learning right now. The young man did not even notice the ripples in the air as a faint spectrum of light shimmered, giving rise to the young man with the dazzling face of those waves.

"Seriously very, Bro?" said the young man as he threw himself into the chair. Typhoon, who was a little surprised by the presence of the figure, turned his attention back to the books he was reading.

"You need to read what the hell, so much reaction?" grunt the young man again. Dissatisfaction over the Typhoon's reaction was quite irritating, while Typhoon sighed and finally raised his face.

"You know, Rite, this kid has terrible wealth. His father even had several small companies in various types of businesses that are still running today. Only, Kay fucking spent his time messing around like a son of the sultan without thinking to even just know what he had. Not to mention the problems that lie under that workspace. Instead of figuring out how to track and collect the cursed stuff, every day say it somewhere!" grumbling Typhoon upset. A feeling of annoyance that was mainly caused by envy exploded from him. Kay's great demon turned out to have accumulated wealth left behind by her late father in a terrible amount. Coupled with the look of disdain that emerged from his interlocutor, the feeling strengthened without being able to bear.

"Make people like us, what's the world's wealth, Pan?"

"It's a ghost. The cave parents, Andin, and Kay." Cut the Typhoon upset.

"Well, you know. The point is, it means nothing." Arborite replied with a chuckle, as her hands flashed as if grabbing something, and threw it towards the Typhoon.

Reflexes, the Typhoon grabbed the thing that was thrown at him. A bright red crystal stone the size of an adult thumb lying on his palm made him gasp.

"The rock is able to redistribute lake water with a circumference area that is the same size as this village. In the hands of those crazy jewelry lovers, do you know how much it's worth?" scorned Arborite without concealing the arrogance in her voice.

"It's not without reason that many of those morons are cooperating with 10th dimensional world entities despite having to sell their souls, Pan. You should know that by now."

"Yes, too" replied the Typhoon as it threw the mustika mirah pomegranate back into the Arborite, only to catch it again when the silly ghost threw it back.

"For you. That little pebble is a lot in my place."

God fucking. What's the point of me having trouble eating first when this big pomegranate mirah is just said to be the same pebble as this one demon?

"I know what you mean, Pan. It's just that all the related things in "prison" is not a joke. Without clear knowledge, where should we look? And to expect the magic of those things to be destroyed by whatever is just an empty dream. You know that yourself." continued Arborite, who was immediately responded with a snort by the Typhoon.

They had indeed tried to destroy those items before in various ways, even if only to be disappointed. No matter what was done, the stuff wasn't even scratched. Not to mention the presence of a dark figure that seemed to protect the items, suddenly appeared when various experiments were conducted to destroy the existence of the cursed items. That formless figure only echoed the sense that followed the terrible taste, which gripped every presence that was there at the time. Even the Arborite, who was considered to have great strength, trembled in horror without being able to move a finger, while inside the house, Andini, who was not allowed to approach in the slightest, let out a hysterical scream. The same message resonated within their consciousness,

And as it comes, the horror goes away as quickly as it comes, though it leaves a deep mark on every soul present there. Since then, no one has had the desire to do that again. And when the various items are not visible from view after the incident, slowly the Typhoon forgets it.

The typhoon sighed while trying to remove the terrifying shadow that appeared in his heart when recalling the events of that night. Inevitably he had to agree with Arborite's opinion. Considering the conditions that occurred at that time, they would not want to take any more risks. It took almost an entire night to calm down the frightened and hysterical Andini from time to time, although the four of them continued to accompany him. The Cyclone's mind is full of all kinds of things if and if only, while its interlocutors are also silent in endless contemplation. This question is without any answer to think about.

"Already, Pan. Just live what is there now. He, the Great One, always moves in His own way. If there is no way, ask, He will give..."

Huft, what was that talk?, the inner sizzle of Typhoon when it realized that Arborite disappeared again, leaving it in the mind that increasingly burdened his brain with a variety of things without a base end.

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Kay continued to sigh heavily. Although the carefree chattering of children in red and white uniforms who were engrossed in their world at this time, was actually a heartwarming scene, the long-haired young man could not calm down. Kay can't even smile when she notices a beautiful figure that only she can see, also rejoicing with the children as his body flickered missing and appeared to disturb the trajectory of the ball the children were playing while laughing.

Fulfilling a call from the homeroom where Andini is currently at school, Kay rushes to come. The young man was a little worried that Andini could not adapt to the environment and new friends, considering that at this time, the little girl had only entered the school even 10 days.

The man in his early 30s who greeted him looked friendly, although a hint of understanding appeared in his eyes. From the man, complaints about how Andini has a tendency to ignore the lessons and more often devote his attention in drawing, conveyed in a soothing tone. From this young teacher sir, some sheets of paper contain pictures of some items, figures in animative forms and landscapes some buildings are currently stored in his bag. Although the real quality of the image was met with endless praise from the teacher, the man hoped that Andini would be a little more able to resist that desire and be able to follow the lesson well.

But it is not the warning and advice and advice that worries the mind of the young man who is sitting in one of the green spaces in the local State Elementary School. His mind continues to be disturbed by the contents of the images made by Andini.

Seven-star bottles, old-fashioned rayban glasses, hoes, tobacco boxes, laken hats???

Why is this so familiar?

And what image of these creatures?

Damn it... What is this really???

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