LIFE (Han, Ian, Dina, Ute & Pras)
Ep. 26 (Part 2) Mystical Vs Logic (D., Ute & P.)
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The figure of Ka’Dina who is strong but kind I leave with a greenish blue aura with a hint of purple tinge. Maybe he was feeling trapped and indeed my goal was back I managed to do.
“Mission succeeded boss, we double-date Saturday morning the day after tomorrow!” the short message I sent to 2 numbers at once (Ka’Han and Ka’Pras), one of my pretend boyfriend and the other my Foster Brother. Two men who I consider important to his opinion and happiness, besides Ian, my true friend, of course.
Ting, the incoming message from Ka’Pras a moment later appeared, after I checked it turned out that he was just giving a thumbs up. The idea for a double date is not purely from me. When Ka’Pas had stopped by Jepra, we both had a conversation related to how Ka’Pras finally convinced Ka’Dina to accept his feelings. Aura Ka’Pras was full of love at that time, but he was also sad because Ka’Dina had not been invited to walk together, arguing that they did not want their relationship to be rushed and wanted to walk as is.
But until I finish tidying up the church consistory and sit on the sofa to rest, my message to Ka’Han is still unrequited, even still tick 1 which means no longer read. Finally I decided to join my class mates waiting for Thursday night worship to begin.
Indeed, some time lately Ka’Han seemed busy working on his Final Report, a kind of thesis to be maintained in the Judicial Session of his graduation later. But I still feel neglected and left alone in fighting for the happiness of Ka’Pras and Ka’Dina. Even unconsciously, I often think that Ka’Han is actually probably not yet fully moved-on from Ka’Dina. Maybe I was just being made a runaway and his impingement. Unconsciously my mind glared and it turned out that the night worship was over.
We both walked back to our guesthouse when a baritone voice stopped our line. “De, Young Praja Ute to rear troops!”
As usual I broke away from the line and approached Ka’Han. His aura darkened and he seemed to hide the distress of his heart with a wide grin on his supposedly rarely smiling face.
My disease prosopagnosia (inability to identify a person's face), seems to have begun to decrease, with the increasing number of facial expressions that I can easily recognize. It may be true that therapy overcomes phobias, we must increasingly interact with our fears. I felt that the more faces I met each day, the more I exercised my ability to identify people and face my fears of not recognizing others, then the more triggered also my desire to know more quickly his identity and my introduction also only depends on time.
Like with Ka’Han whose voice had immediately rattled my heart to beat a little faster than usual. When I turned my head to look at his figure, it was not too difficult for me to recognize him even though he was surrounded by several other figures. The thick pink aura that was out illustrating the longing he felt, emanated firmly distinguishing with the surrounding that averaged greenish brown with a tinge of orange. I subconsciously looked into her eyes, returned her grin and gave PPM: “Goodnight Brother.”
“Goodnight is also beautiful sister.”
“Wow Han, your taste is indeed the most TOP deh.”
“Adik, you are so beautiful, why did you see Brother?”
“Ach Han, can most spread your charm this yes?”
“Pica flowers you Han.”
“Hembur honey is already Brother Han huh?”
Some of the teasing from fellow seniors who I did not know very well but gave off a nosy young orange aura, could not fade my smile, even when Ka’Han pushed them away from us who were still standing upright facing each other.
But there was a tattered sentence that had whispered in my ear that was dark purple like a warning of danger and finally silenced this smile: “Beautiful sister, be careful eh, Han it is still virgin!”
Now we are only two, still standing face to face in front of our church whose building is next to each other. I'm a Catholic and Ka’Han just finished worshiping in his Protestant Church. Although we are both followers of Christ, but our worship procedures are slightly different and therefore the institution built 2 Church buildings to accommodate our worship activities.
“How are you ‘te?” tanya Ka’Han finally opened the conversation. He directed us to walk side by side very slowly, as if he did not want this road to come to an end.
“Boy Brother. Ka’Han news how?” many rigid. Still a few wonder with the intention of plugging Ka’Han virgin earlier.
“’Kog you so stiff like this seh ‘te? Where is the ignorance and attitude not polite but charming you first? Are you now really a drop of the Great Queen so you have to jaim?” tanya Ka’Han let out a tinge of ignorant orange even for a moment, because it was again covered in its concentrated pink aura.
“Hm.. Maybe I started to contagion Ka’Han huh?” I answered trying to be funny.
“Wah nice dunks, meaning I made an impact for you. So, can be concluded, even though the boyfriend is lying, I can influence you too huh?” Ka’Han replied with a sharp eye, without an aura of ignorance, which most likely indicates that he is not joking or just talking. Which of course back to silencing my mouth.
We walked in silence for a moment. Then I heard the sound of “Ting” and opened the HP that turned in wa from Ka’Han, the content is only 2 words: “I kangen!”
Unable to resist looking back at him, suddenly my hand felt drawn into his grasp and we were faced with an almost unsettling position that was deeply troubling.
His eyes were staring at my face which was warming.
The pink aura emanating from his body seemed to burn my body and suddenly Ka’Han brought his face closer like he was about to kiss me, but consciousness immediately disperse our residence.
I pulled my hand and forced my body away from its bulky body which intimidated with warmth.
“We're still on Kak's way, how about someone see?” I said at last while walking a bit faster in front of him.
“So if we are not on the road and no one is looking, can ya make out?” tanya Ka’Han with a mischievous aura felt behind my back, perhaps to cover up her aura of disappointment that remained felt. Ka’Han walked aga slower and positioned himself behind me now.
“They're with and the pretence of mah is not intimacy Kak!” my words reminded us of our status who were still pretended girlfriends, while looking at her, who when hearing and digesting my answer immediately stopped walking and again tried to pull my hand but I tepis.
“If you are willing, we can eliminate his pretend status so really loh ‘te.” said Ka’Han standing upright as if showing his earnestness. That deep pink aura began to be enveloped with a fiery red aura that was actually frightening to notice, as if I had made a mistake that could make it explode at any time.
“Gombal!” I replied then while adding: “Izin My sister first yes, already want apple clock night neh.” and walk hurrying without looking back, again, leaving his figure who might be annoyed with my brazen attitude. Cold sweat poured down when I reached the guesthouse and the evening apple was about to begin.
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At night, I don't know why it's so hard to melt. This feeling I just experienced, feeling both happy and sad at the same time. Feeling hopeful but also overwhelmed with excessive anxiety. ‘Is this the one whose name is in love? Haish, I'm in this big trouble.’ My mind keeps talking to itself.
“AAAAAAAA.
I opened the door to get out and see what happened. A friend of mine who was guarding the foyer seemed to be lying unconscious, face down like he had just fallen from a bench that he might use to sit while watching.
(Jaga Serambi is a duty of guard at the outer door and rotated every hour, carried out by each 2 people every hour, this portico guard activity is carried out starting from 00.00-05.00 WIB, so every night there are 5 teams guarding the foyer -red)
I immediately approached her and checked her body condition, her face looking pale with a bluish-white aura, right in an unconscious state, yet it seemed only from excessive shock or shock, either, there was still a breath of relief and I slowly positioned it into a rebound.
Not long after the other friends also scattered out followed by a friend who was supposed to be guarding with my friend who fainted. He went to the toilet and left his friend alone.
Another friend brought eucalyptus oil and thrust it into the nose of our fainted friend and another tried to open the PDL shoe he was wearing to massage our friend's legs. Slowly, consciousness returned to his body and he immediately sat down, looking out at the front street of our guesthouse, as if making sure he was not looking wrong. Then when a friend offers a glass of water, without hesitation he drinks it out.
When his condition calmed down, he looked back at the street and said that a moment ago he heard a little bell ringing in the direction of the road and when looking for the source of the sound he saw a white creature walking slowly across the street in front of our guesthouse and he shouted and was unconscious.
To explain the origin of this area of the Knights, let us read a little discussion on Wikipedia yes, so as to better understand why there are mystical images can be formed.
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...During the colonial period, Jatinangor was a tea and rubber plantation area controlled by a Dutch private company, Maatschappij tot Exploitatie der Baud-Landen which was established in 1841, with an area at that time reached 962 hectares, stretching from the land, which is currently the Ksatrian area to Mount Manglayang....
...The company is owned by a German man, named Willem Abraham Baud (1816–1879) or more famous in the community as Baron Baud. To control his vast estate, Baron Baud built a tower. The tower is equipped with a bell located at the top of the tower and stairs to get to the top. This tower became known as the Lodge Tower....
...According to rumors circulating in the community, in the colonial period the Indonesian people were forced to work roda, where many workers were not paid attention to their safety. Because of the rigors of the rode system implemented by the invaders, casualties also fell....
...On several occasions, residents claimed to often hear the voices of women and children at night and some white figure sightings were also seen by some people who of course immediately ran away in fear....
...Entering the period of Indonesian independence, the Jatinangor rubber plantation land was nationalized and became the property of the Sumedang Regional Government (Pemda). Unfortunately, the Government did not do a good guard against the tower site. In 1980, the bell of the Lodge Tower was stolen. To date, the theft has not been resolved....
...In 1990, the plantation area was converted into an educational area with the construction of four universities, namely: Institut Pemadan Dalam Negeri (IPDN), Indonesian Cooperative Management Institute (Ikopin), and the, Padjadjaran University and Winaya Mukti University. The name Jatinangor as the name of the new district has been used since the 2000s....
...Along with the presence of these campuses, Jatinangor also experienced rapid physical and social development. As well as the other agricultural land in Java, many agricultural land in Jatinangor which changed its function into a rental house for students or shopping centers. ITB then built its campus in the region in 2010....
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The story of the ringing of bells and white figures certainly makes the whole guesthouse frightened (except I who was more influenced by curiosity of the logical explanation that must have been there) and finally Brother Nanny in the our guesthouse temporarily abolished the duty of guarding the foyer for the night.
Indeed the time has also shown at 03.45 WIB, which means there are 1 more team that will be on guard from 04.00-05.00 WIB. At 05.00 WIB we have to rush to the parade ground to follow the morning and brinsic aerobic for the entire Young Praja.
After the incident, no friends were seen continuing their sleep. They immediately do their respective activities in silence or if talking is seen in whispers.
Some were seen ironing the official clothes (which although the Ksatrian is equipped with loundry facilities, but to avoid a senior reprimand, the, we often re-seal our official clothes so as not to form rails in the folds of the fabric, which often results from loundry.
Some of the other friends seemed to be shining his PDH shoes and some others braso pins and fittings to be embedded in PDH.
(PDH \= daily service wear, while membraso \= wrap with braso, to make pins and other fittings made of brass look cleaner and kinclong)
In the meantime I came out of the guesthouse to check the condition of the streets and find out what really happened. Bushes and grasses until I check the flashlight on HP.
And finally near the nanny's house, not far from the front street of our guesthouse, I found 2 kittens sleeping in a small house cat's nest. The cat-parent is not visible in the nest, may be looking for food. On the kittens' necks are embedded round pendulum a kind of bell that will sound jingling when they move.
Carefully, I picked up a kitten and took it to the guesthouse to show to Brother Nanny and my friends. With the kitten still asleep, I approached my friend who fainted earlier and gave a glimpse of the clanging of bells around the kittens' neck, which, though awake, had fallen asleep again.
My friend looked embarrassed but honestly he admitted to the clattering sound he had heard before seeing the white figure and finally fainted like that.
Some friends seemed curious about the location of the cat house I told them about and they came with me to return the kitten. Shortly after I put the kitten back down, we heard a clattering from the front street of the guesthouse, apparently the mother cat, who also wore a bell pendulum necklace, had returned with her mouth full.
We hurried away from the cat house and walked back to the guesthouse. All of a sudden we saw a white figure walking over. It turned out that a lecturer wearing white clothes even on his head was also embedded a kind of white turban, walking slowly from the bottom to the lecturer housing that crossed our guesthouse.
“Good morning sir!” our exclamation together, which was followed by the lecturer with a nod and a question after seeing a glimpse of the watch in his hand: “Ngapain you guys at dawn like this already out of the guesthouse? Not yet scheduled for morning exercise right?”
“Izin sir, please info whether this morning you crossed our guesthouse and did not hear the sound of the cry of one of our friends?” ask me to vent.
“Oh yes, I did pass here earlier, want to go to the Mosque.. sepet also one heard the sound of screeching like a woman's scream, but I just isolate and speed up the steps. why apparently deck?” the question is getting curious.
“That sir, it seems like our friend caught a glimpse of the silhouette of the father and was shocked to the shock. But it's fine now, sir. Sorry if you interfere with your activities and if possible we permit sir.” I said again invite my friends to pass from his presence.
Although all day this drowsiness often comes to my body that lacks rest, but I continue to hope that the events of this morning will not complicate my friend who fainted earlier and at the same time grateful that the mystery this morning can be solved with a logical explanation. And without me noticing, this relatively short Friday can be missed without any major problems. Praise God.
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