AWAKENED
Eighteen: A Reason

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This story is just fictitious. All events that occur are free authors' essays, not actually occurring in the places and locations mentioned......

A cold night, equipped with a not so heavy rain. As if the sky understood, what five people were feeling in the living room. They should rest, so that when the day changes, can get enough fitness to find traces of Kinara. However, where can their eyes be closed if the contents of the head are still everywhere?

Salfa had just put down the warm tea he had made to help ease the cold that started to puncture into the bone. The girl doesn't talk much. More often silent with a visible restless look on his face. He sipped the tea of course by remembering his best friend. Kinara loved tea. The knot smile that formed on his lips, was very sad he felt.

"So what's the plan? Where are we going tomorrow?" ask the girl then to anyone. He found no answer. "We need to know our steps. If we move aimlessly, in vain."

"Salfa is right" said Novan. "Whatever the slightest clue it is, we have to meet. We'd better go back to Kinara's place tomorrow. Who knows if there's anything we can find out there?"

Genta immediately nodded in agreement. "Yes, I hope there's something there."

Of all, only Gopal was aware of the silence next to him. He glanced, Vin pensively staring blankly with his hand still holding a cup of tea. It was the young man with the elbow. "Why did you get it?"

Conscious of his daydreams, Vin looks like a cengo when Gopal questions him. "Huh? W-why?" he replied, even asking back.

The other three people turned their focus to Vin, turning spontaneously to him. Both could read the confusion on the young man's face. But they still waited together until Vin answered.

"Lo why did he? Daydream again. Beware, ati-ati do not let to classify," said Gopal again, warning. It was still clear he remembered what happened to Kinara, Salfa, and himself. The possession. Given it, at first glance Gopal had fooled his actions with these friends who still forced to stay here, even to reject the offer of Mr. Beni. But wait, something broke a second later. The young man then looked at his friends in turn. "Guys, maybe not really, the same thing that happened to me…"

All are confused by Gopal hanging his own sentence. The most impatient Salfa, immediately replied. "Why, Pal?"

Gopal himself who had looked down at his feet wrapped in bandages, raised his face again to reply to Salfa. "Did I believe it because I invited all of us to the hotel and left this house?"

Genta frowned, still trying to permeate Gopal's words but not yet successful. "You mean? Why the hell if you take us away from rum—"

Just when Genta asked that question, his brain was working fine. He seemed to have a guess as to what Gopal said. Although yes, a little slow for this time, but he finally understood. His eyes are now turning round.

In fact, it's not just Genta. Vin is also stuck. "If this is a bad guy, and the mysterious guy is the culprit, obviously he doesn't want us to leave here so he can still love us and wait for us to let our guard down," he said then feeling very steady. Can't be wrong.

"And he knows that Gopal is the one who took us out of here, so Gopal is the one who got hit!" sahut Novan who stood up shortly after. He rubbed his face in disbelief, but the conversation he had with his friends right now sounded reasonable.

There, Salfa tried to piece together his memory pieces about what happened at the hotel. Ah, of course you are. It must be the mysterious person. "Guys?" call him to his friends who invite gazes.

"Meaning, what happened at the hotel, was he the one who made dong? The ghost of a flat face that disturbs Kinara, Novaan, is Gopal his man?" salfa asked full of preconceived notions.

The four youths in the living room looked at each other. What Salfa said was on target. If everything is combined as it is now, it is interrelated.

"He did it so that we could return to this house," replied Genta with confidence that rose to the maximum percentage.

Meanwhile, from behind the window, someone listened to the five people's conversation. His hands clenched in annoyance. Apparently five young people inside his brain were all diluted. They could quickly read the strategy he prepared carefully. No, the plan must not fail. There's no time, he can't wait any longer, otherwise they'll be out of here soon and he won't be able to hurt Salfa. The girl is far away from home, this is a golden opportunity to snatch Dody's happiness with the pain of losing a princess.

He carefully set foot out of the house, to prepare everything. Tonight will probably be long because of the sacred procession that he will do. He will meditate on calling evil spirits to be invited to work together to help him. "Tomorrow will be your last day, Salfa. I'll make sure of that."

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The sun was still shy. The highlight of the light was still faintly illuminating this island. Even so, the five people who decided to sleep a few hours ago woke up with a new spirit because they managed to read the strategy of the mysterious person. Sleep time is not a problem. The most important thing is to find Kinara, moreover, there is something they are headed for that is the coast they came to yesterday.

Genta is now driving the car. With the help of Maps, he went down the road that they also passed yesterday. Beside him, there was Vin who was just silent. Indeed, since last night's conversation, it's like getting a light on his head. The young man cleared his throat before throwing a question.

"By the way about the hotel, what was our room at the time, Pal?" ask him on Gopal who is in the middle bench with Salfa.

Surprised, Gopal looked skeptically at Vin. Arguably not only himself, Salfa, Novan, and Genta also hinted at each other's confusion when he scanned them one by one. "What is the random question?"

Vin grimaced by scratching his nose, his ears, and the back of his head due to clumsiness. How to explain it, he can't talk that fast before everything is clear. The three-digit number that he got from the ghost of short hair is not possible if the house number according to him. For almost twenty-two years, he never knew there was a house number that started with a zero. That's why he started to suspect that it was the hotel room number. And the only hotel that he and his friends visited while on this island was only that hotel at that time.

"Yes.Babies is not what time, Pal. Want to seriously mulu?" his alibi.

Gopal, though still feeling strange, chose bodoamate alone and answered a question he called random just now. "Emm, how many? 057 Is it wrong?" reply with doubt.

Vin actually remembered how many rooms were numbered. It was just a trick so he could ask the others. "What room number, Ta?"

Genta who was driving glanced at Vin, still inexhaustible. "Forgot me. Novan asked there, "he replied indifferently, because honestly, he was quite lazy to respond to questions that were not important at all.

"029. I will not forget. First time look at the demon there, Njing," replied Novan. "Why do you ask me that?"

Hufftt, not really, Inner Vin. He then responded to Nova's question casually. "Yes, it's okay. To remember. Hopefully, the next fourin the room fate is not as apes us-us."

Vin looked at Salfa. "Lo, Sal? What room?"

Salfa rolled his eyeballs, recalling. "036," he replied hesitantly. But, with his ability, he tried to deepen his memory. It's a different number. "Oh, 037."

Because it dissolves in his daydream, Vin until he did not realize that they had arrived. He chose to come down and follow his friends. Who knows, there are other traces left behind, which he can combine with what he has found.

"This right, huh?" ask Gopal when he got under the coconut tree where Kinara was last seen there.

Looking at the exact place Kinara occupied, Salfa's heart felt very sad. But he tried to hold it. Trying to convince yourself that if you are thinking clearly, a way out must be found. Like last night, for example. Now, he must put aside his feelings and put forward logic.

"She's meeting, isn't she?" her question was either conscious or not to the young man standing next to her. Although it was the person he wanted to stay away from, but he felt that he needed reinforcement from her. Funny to think about it. Like hate and love it mixes into one.

The clenched clapper, it took time to digest what he found. "Yes, Sal. Sure."

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In one place, on the border. A girl was curled up with a beautiful face that she hid behind her knees. His eyes were puffy from crying a lot, shedding all emotions, heartache, and regret because all of this had to do with him. His chest felt tight, he was still sobbing in his position. This basement looks more like a prison. One foot even on a rope with a chain so he can't go anywhere. The iron bars before him seemed unattainable.

The clattering of footsteps echoing in the room whose left right was the original ground. He lifted his face, showing great sadness there, in the faint illumination of being illuminated by only one oil lamp. His eyes flashed hatefully at the person who came with the tray in his hands.

The iron door opened, the man approached putting a tray with food and water on it. The girl stared unblinkingly. His tears were still flowing even though his sobbing was no longer heard as he held on. The man in the black shirt couldn't bear to look at him, he knew it. The man quickly left, and when he had locked the iron door, the girl's voice held him back.

"Why, Pa? Why?" lirih Kinara with a sobbing that came back heard. Many times he asked that but his father never answered him. "Why is this Papa lakainin? Why did Papa make me an enemy of my own friend? ANSWER ME, PA!!"

It felt, Kinara was ashamed of herself when she called the man Papa. Since seeing Widji Gayatri's name on the paper he found, he did not stop regretting everything. The silver bracelet that he had dropped anywhere, from the beginning did look familiar because it was his own father.

"ANSWER ME!! DON'T BE ON THEM!!" yelled Kinara frustrated. Even the sound of the boisterous crashing of the waves from his current place was still inferior to his voice. Although he did not know where his father was taking him because his eyes were closed, he could have guessed that the place was very close to the beach. But seeing this place, it was definitely not the coast.

Widji was still silent, but then his body turned to look at the princess. "Because you ask, okay, Papa will answer."

Kinara who was still crying felt a lot of hate when the man called himself Papa to her. "Even I am ashamed to call you Papa." he explained, throwing away all the courtesy that he had originally held high on the man. No matter that it was his parents, he used the word 'lo-gue' in his sentence.

Widji's chest was like being hit by a storm right then and there. His own daughter hated him. After he swallowed his heartache round and round, he raised his head again. Stare straight at Kinara.

"You know, what's the reason Papa got divorced with your mom?" ask with great emphasis. He thinks it would be more appropriate for him to lay it all out here now. Something he had been quieting for eleven years without anyone knowing. Let all of you he can avenge his heartache for the princess's words just now with this detailed explanation.

Kinara still silently did not understand. However, he gathered the rest of his strength by standing up. Stepping closer, even his legs had been used to kick the entire tray earlier. "Arrgghh," the girl moaned as she had already reached the limit of the length of the chain that bound her legs. Holding back a cry, he stared at Widji waiting for a follow-up.

"The reason Papa divorced your Mama, because Papa does not love him anymore! Papa falls in love with an innocent and gentle woman of his heart. His name is Mayang." Even when he recalled Mayang, Widji smiled feeling all his feelings for the woman. "And it turns out, the woman that Papa loved, was in a relationship with someone else. Can you guess who?"

Somehow, hearing that Kinara only remembered one name. The name written on the dull paper he found other than Salfa. "Om Dody…?" it was slow, but the father could hear it.

Widji nodded with a smirk smile. "Smart. Turns out it's not just your friends who have a watered-down brain."

Hearing his friends called, Kinara's anger intensified. He forgot that his legs were tied and was determined to attack his father, even though he knew it could not. He was inside the iron bars, while his father was outside.

Widji remained with his expression, then continued again. The man put both hands in his black pants pocket. Walk slowly here and there.

"You know, that jerk Dody left Mayang and preferred his family! She left Mayang pregnant! You know, who came forward to keep the honor of Mayang? ME! Your father is willing to divorce your mother to marry him! Papa even sincerely considers the child in the womb as Papa's own child. BECAUSE WHAT?!! BECAUSE PAPA DARLING IS THE SAME!! YOU'RE WILLING TO DO ANYTHING!!"

Kinara sat down limp, curled back up with both hands covering the ears. He who asked for an explanation for a moment, but now even regretted it. How could his father say that to him? How could that be so hard? The father who how Widji is, until he can tell such a story without the slightest hesitation and embarrassment. Is there not even a speck of memory that the man had two daughters and one son who could have hated the whole world because of a broken family?

Seeing such Kinara, Widji even approached and hardened the volume of his voice. "YOU KNOW, RA, HA? When we were getting married, Mayang went somewhere. Papa waited alone in front of the penghulu. He escaped. HE'S ESCAPED, RA!! HE ESCAPED!! IT WAS BETTER FOR HER TO TAKE CARE OF THE CHILD ALONE THAN TO MARRY SOMEONE SHE DID NOT LOVE!!"

"STOP!! STOP!!!!" reply Kinara shouted, with the position still covering the ears. The girl was no longer strong enough to listen to the reasons for everything this father did. "STOP, I DON'T WANT TO HEARRRRR…!!!"

But either Widji's human or something. He didn't even pay attention to such a Kinara. He continued his explanation. Explain in detail a reason that underlies his actions.

"Papa tried to take him down but couldn't, Ra, Papa can't! Papa is too in love with Mayang! Hear you? LOVE!! For years, Papa searched everywhere for him. And two years ago, Papa found him, Ra. Papa Nemuin Mayang." Widji's voice changed vibrating. Kinara who realized that slowly raised her face, and found her father crying. "Unfortunately, the one that Papa met. Mayang's grave, Ra. Mayang apparently committed suicide when he did not come to the wedding…"

Now Widji sat down, really crying. He could not bear the pain he had saved for years, which made him determined to study black magic so deeply. For him, not only the loss of Mayang, but also the child in the womb of the woman who he had considered like his own child. That is why, when he felt his knowledge was enough, plus Salfa who went very far from home, made him not want to wait any longer.

He'll do it tonight.

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