He's Not Dead
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We arrived in Jakarta quite late in the afternoon, Davina seemed disappointed that I did not want to tell her the story of me and her soul. I promise to tell you a story, but next time not on the bus like now. What I was worried about was precisely his fear when he saw an invisible creature.
“You've been picked up?” I asked, he just nodded.
I deliberately did not tell you that I had reached Jakarta, planning to use a taxi instead of bothering Mama to pick me up.
“Are you picked up by your Mama?”
“Hm, no. I have not told you when I reached Jakarta. Maybe take a taxi,” I replied then stood up and pulled Davina's bag and gave it to the girl's lap.
“You want me to drop off?”
“Not necessary. Better you quickly get home then rest.”
The bus stopped, I drove Davina up to the car and handed the girl's bag to the driver.
“Can I call you?”
“Hm.”
Yanto came to me when Davina's car was away.
“Gue did not expect you could be pursued Davina.”
“who should I be chasing?”
“Setan.”
“Kampr3t bener.”
Yanto then left me. I opened my phone and ordered a taxi online.
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Lecture has started and today I only have morning until noon. After Cikole, Davina didn't call me when she asked permission to call.
“Ka, the kids will go tonight. Want to come?” ask Yanto after the last lecture is over.
“Means the way to where?” I said hello to Bono and Oky in the group.
“Yaelah, use pretend. Night club, you want to come?”
I shook my head. I could've gone with them, with the money Papa gave me but I wasn't interested. For what many styles and hurrah but not from hasi itself. Not that after making money then ponya-foya, but I don't want to be stuck with promiscuity.
“Bini lo dateng tuh,” said Yanto then left me.
“Bini what the hell?” I'm still engrossed in cell phones, because the conversation with my two friends is getting more exciting.
“Arka.”
I kept quiet for a moment and then looked. Davina, he's sitting on my right-hand seat. I stared around the classroom looking for Yanto, what could Bini Yanto mean is Davina.
“Yanto is out,” Davina said as if she knew what I was looking for.
“Hm. You still have college?”
“Why not go home?” tanya wonder's.
“Withfully wait for you, I want to hear a story about me. You promised me,” pinta Davina.
I breathed, actually I was reluctant to tell the story of Davina's soul who wandered when her body was in a coma. It was the same that I would remember the girl and miss her, even if she was beside me. I cannot hope much, but my heart hopes much.
Maybe I like Davina, but not Davina. I don't know which one I really like Davina. Because Davina is perfect both her soul and body, very different from Davina's soul.
“Hm, should ya?” my question and Davina nodded confidently.
“Davina, I found the link here.”
Davina and I turned to the door. There Dara and two of her friends walked over, and Dara sat down at the table in front of Davina.
“Lo so join our group?” dara asked with her arms crossed.
Me and Davina looked at him, more precisely looking at the figure standing behind Dara's body. The figure of a female ghost in clothes was worn and tattered, her hair was broken apart even partially covering the face of the creature. Around his eyes was pitch-black and there was blood dripping on the corners of his lips. What is clear is that if a child sees it, he must cry, out of fear.
Davina pulled the end of the shirt I was wearing, it seemed like she was giving a sign of wanting to get away from Dara immediately.
“Woy, how dumb?”
“Hm, I guess I didn't follow deh.”
The ghostly figure rubbed his mouth, took a drop of blood from the corner of his lips and rubbed it into Dara's face. Of course Dara was unaware of this.
Davina and I looked at each other. It looks like Dara used a swab on her face. Puntilanak skewers or demon blood. I am less well versed with these types, which clearly Dara's beauty is obtained due to a pact with supernatural beings.
“Why? Lo know ‘kan this association is specifically for the descendants of the sultans. You must be proud, can join us-us.”
“Sorry Dara, I can't. I can't join the demons, uh I mean I want to focus on my college. Opa threatened to move campus if I didn't get good grades.”
“No fun, but whatever. After all, you are not fit to be a part of us. Come, unplug.”
Davina looked back at me, even with wide eyes.
“You saw ‘kan?”
“Hm.”
“What is the beauty of Dara, because of the ghost?”
“You could say so,” I replied. “If you join their group, you will meet with the ghost figure every day,” I said while chuckling, because it succeeded in tempting Davina.
“Ngot funny, said the ghost is very sleek. Look aja her hair, her face, her mouth and .. her fingernails are very sleek.”
I dare not continue laughing, worried Davina offended.
“You're a story ‘right? Come on outside,” take Davina.