He's Not Dead
Meet Davina

“Om Dion.” I'm trying to get Om Dion's hand off his own neck. Om Dion's face was already flushed and both his eyes were glaring.

Again I chanted a prayer loudly and rubbed Om Dion's face. The man blinked his eyes and slowly released his hands, staring around and at my face.

“I ...”

The creature was still above the door sticking its back against the wall

“Go or someone dies.”

“Arka, what's behind me?”

I don't know how brave Om Dion is and if he can see that thing right now. I just stared fixedly at the annoying creature that was still snarling.

“This is not your place, go or I help you go by force,”.

“Arka, she's behind me?”

“Quiet Om, if we are afraid we will give off a negative aura.”

Om Dion closed his eyes and his lips were about to recite a prayer. This creature is strong as well, whereas at this time of day he can show his form and fight us. I closed my eyes, took a breath and read the prayer out loud.

The creature was screaming out of what it was doing, which I clearly felt a cold and wind gust like circling my body. My eyes were still closed and the sound that came out of my mouth was only prayer. As for Om Dion, I heard his voice.

Until finally the creature shrieked long and the atmosphere returned silent. The wind no longer felt that there was only the warmth of the sunlight from the window behind me.

I slowly opened my eyes and did not see Om Dion. It turned out that he was crouching while covering his face.

“Om Dion, it's safe,” I said patting his shoulder.

Brak

“Pak Dion,” shouted someone from outside trying to break down the door.

It seems like Om Dion still has a hard time walking because his whole body is shaking. I went to the door and pressed the handle.

“Eh, what's up? We heard screams,” said one Om Dion employee.

“Hm, just a small distraction but it's gone,” I replied. “Om Dion, it seems like it is not just the lights and electricity that you have to fix, the door handle as well,”, I said while pointing at the door handle. From the outside the door handle does not work from the inside can be used.

“Daddy, I'll remember. As soon as it will be fixed,” said Om Dion.

After that, Dion and I were still walking around on this floor and we even had a coffee and cake dinner with the workers. All I convey to them, especially those who will stay in this building to fight fear and strengthen worship.

 By Maghrib I had just arrived home. Mama greeted me even shaking her head when she saw my look. The white shirt of my uniform is already irregular and dirty, my face is also tired and hair is messy.

“BEsok-tomorrow do not need to go to that place again, let your father continue,” said Mama. I just smiled and passed after kissing her hand. Want to tease by kissing Mama's cheek but my scent is not good.

“Mama if angry, not beautiful loh,” I said when climbing the stairs while chuckling.

Let Papa who will respond to his anger and protest, I increasingly rushed to the room to immediately clean up.

Right now I was crumbling on the bed, still wearing loose sarongs and t-shirts after the shower and fulfilling the obligations of maghrib. The atmosphere of my room was as if something was missing, Davina's whereabouts. However, to his relief, Davina went to return to her body instead of leaving forever.

I went to my desk, opened my laptop and accessed Davina's school site. I wish I could get news about the girl. Sure enough, in the information rubric there is an article about the news Davina who is aware.

“Davina, you are beautiful,” I said when I saw a photo of Davina who was getting a visit from her friends.

...***...

The days passed, I was getting preoccupied with school activities towards the final exam. In fact, I have visited several selected campuses where I will continue my education. Mama prohibits choosing a campus outside the city, the choice must still be in Jakarta.

The business with the building where Om Dion's business has been settled, the last time I was accompanied by Papa overcame the bullies on the third floor. More nosy, because of the figure of small children and grandmothers.

“So no?” ask Bono.

“Asaan anyway, look I like a banana,” I said then chuckled.

“Yey, we are monyet,” complains Bono is upset, while Oky and Marsa snort because they are upset too.

“Iya, so.”

The four of us plan to visit the campus fair, which will be held in one of the big malls in Jakarta.

As usual, me and Marsa just hugged Bono and Oky. I took them for a turn to go to the cinema instead of visiting Campus Fair. Oky objected and continued to lead us to the floor where the event took place.

Actually I was lazy to come but for our friendship I stayed. Marsa and Oky looked serious, I was just following their steps. Some of the campus stands we visited included getting information and asking what to know.

Arriving at one of the international campus stands, we passed by other fellow students. What surprised us was the uniform they were wearing, reminding me of someone I had tried to forget.

“Arka, it is not ...”

“Davina,” I said looking at the girl standing smiling at her friend's clumsiness and then we looked at each other.

He didn't come near me, either hugged me or ran around and hummed. Davina was just silent even without a smile, her face was the same .. Beautiful with glasses framing her eyes.

“Davina, come. You so choose this campus ‘kan?”

“Arka,” said Marsa stood beside me and stared at Davina.

Davina turns to the campus stand where her friends are. I still had time to set my sights on where Davina was stepping.

“Beauty yes,” says Bono.

“He doesn't remember you, because you met not when he was conscious,” Marsa said.

“There is still someone we want to visit?” my many.

“No, we're out,” take Oky. He seems to understand how I feel.

We went to the foodcourt upstairs and I was not comfortable with Marsa's attention, who kept asking me what I wanted to eat, and then asked the taste of the menu I even offered her.

Honestly I was upset to meet Davina again reminded me of my longing for her figure but Marsa's attention made me even more upset. I was about to go back while Bono just came back and was ready to enjoy the menu.

I frowned as Bono began to feed food into his mouth and a figure approached. The figure put his hand into a bowl of Bono's chicken noodles, he stirred and bribed into his own mouth.

“Bono,” call me.

Actually I've seen that figure since, he's been moving tables doing the same thing he did to Bono's food. Marsa couldn't stand the sighting, she ran to the toilet.

“Iya,” replied Bono was still engrossed in rolling noodles with a fork.

“Lo have read the prayer before meals?”

Bono speechless, “Gue forgot.”

Each creature also feeds food into his mouth, mucus comes out of his mouth and he puts it into Bono's bowl. There was once a saying of parents, if eating does not read prayer it will be helped by Satan. Maybe this is what they mean.

“Bono, read prayer first,”.

“Tanggung.”

“Read,” I said by pressing my tone.

Oky noticed something strange, Marsa ran and I forced Bono to read a prayer.

“Udah read it, Arka must have seen the devil who again helps you eat,” said Oky.

Bono reflexively removed the spoon and fork she was holding and looked at me.