He's Not Dead
Can Ghosts Cry?

I think Davina will be destroyed, disappear or burn when she enters the house. In fact, he was in the TV room staring at a row of pictures of me from being a baby until now.

“How can, he ...”

“Arka, you are indeed handsome from small,” said Davina while giggling. “Wah, this one you are so funny.”

I'm still glued to my feet behind Davina. What he is, he is a figure of a being with incredible strength and energy. It felt impossible but the truth was that he could enter the house. Usually I will only be bothered with sounds or sightings in the windows and balconies of rooms.

“Arka, eat first baby. Then take your medicine,” exclaimed Mama while passing to the kitchen.

“Your mom is so nice, I want to have a mom like her.” Davina was following Mama's step towards the kitchen, my gaze still on the girl.

“Any, very strange.”

At night, during dinner as usual I was called to go down because my room was on the second floor.

“Don't come, I haven't told Papa if you're here.”

“Ya already, all I know,” said Davina.

“I said don't ya don't or you go from here,” said I was a bit angry.

Davina put on a sullen face because I didn't let her out of the room. Mama can't see him but Papa can.

I've been at the dinner table, as usual sometimes there are light things that Papa asks between us to eat. Suddenly Davina appeared right in the chair opposite me surprised even me to the point of choking.

“Arka, slowly dong,” Mama said as she pushed my glass closer.

I still coughed with a gaze toward Davina who was grinning without feeling sinful.

“I said don't show up first,” I said softly.

“Arka, what's up?” ask Papa.

“Ehm, this is Pah,” I said while staring at Papa and Davina alternately but Papa just stared at me.

“Papa, after this can we talk?”

“Sure, of course you can,” replied Papa.

“Two only, four eyes.”

Papa and I were already in his study, of course Mama was caught up with the contents of our conversation because she was not involved.

“Pah, remember the girl figure I delivered in the hospital?”

Papa looks to think then nods his head.

“I saw him again, this afternoon was still in the hospital.”

“Ah, means indeed he is waiting for one of the rooms there,” said Papa who I answered with a headband.

“She came with me and is now in this house.” I'm trying to explain Davina's presence.

“At home? Meaning inside?”

I nodded my head.

“But how is it possible,” muttered Papa.

Of course it is possible, the proof is that he is already wandering around the house and ….

“Why?” Papa asked back.

I pointed to Papa's side where Davina was. Papi turned his head and scrunched his forehead and looked back at me. Davina giggled while covering her mouth with both hands. How many times has she done and made her look cute and adorable.

Uh, stop Arka. He's a ghost, remember the ghost! Don't be fascinated by it.

“What do you point to?”

Now it's my turn to frown to hear Papa's question.

“He's next to Papa, the figure I mean. What I saw in the hospital and came with me then ..”.

“Arka, Papa didn't see it,” Papa said interrupting my sentence.

Deg

How could Papa not see Davina.

Davina is back.

“Papa you can't see me, so only you dong know I'm here,” Davina said.

“Shut up,” I snapped at Davina.

“Arka!”

“Pah, I'm serious. He's right there.” I pointed to Papa's side again.

Papa sighed then stood up and called Mama. Mama was at the door and joined in.

“Mah, what did Mama see next to Papa?” ask Papa.

Mama looked at Papa and I took turns, then shook her head.

“Mama didn't see anything,” she replied.

I was upset, only this time my vision was doubted by Papa. Usually he is the one who assures us that what we see is true. Angry and disappointed, I just left the room.

“Loh, Arka. What the hell is Pah?” mama asked and I don't know what Papa answered because I've climbed the stairs to my room.

“Hahh.” I sighed in annoyance as I lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling of the room.

“Arka, you why?”

I turned my head, Davina was already sitting next to me right by the side of my head.

“This is all because of you. Papa must have guessed the miscellaneous and did not believe me.”

Davina looked down and heard me blame her.

“Sorry,” he said softly. “I didn't mean it.”

I clucked at Davina's regret. There was a sound of crying like Davina, I turned my head. Sure enough, the figure was crying.

“What ghost can cry too?”