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Fail again?

I just found out, in the visions of ghosts, there is this kind of path to enter. The deeper I went down the soul of Bu Desti, the passage gave depressing images in her soul. All-around yet clear, visible but noiseless.

Where is the face of the angry headmaster, fellow teachers who look at him with a look of annoyance, students who put on a face of hatred when in the law, and some of them were strangers I never saw in school.

Perhaps these were the people who crossed his mind, or whom he always thought of when alone.

There is a face of a man, can be said to be a mature man who is fussy. I saw this man giving something with a sad face, but was gladly received by Bu Desti. Like.. envelopes with payroll? But it seemed, that smile from Bu Desti was fake. It's just like being appreciative. Is it less?? That's why Bu Desti works. And apparently, the man was her husband.

Then another picture appeared. There was a little boy wearing an SD uniform. He waved his hand, then smiled with a careless face. Like, a sick kid?

The boy suddenly disappeared, changing into the face of an old grandmother and a grandfather who cried while drooping weakly on the bed and unable to move. Their bodies were thin and dry, even I could see the bone lines on the back of her hands.

Deepening, I could feel his suffering. Without any words, but the story was vivid. Pathetic and full of burden. He imagined the people he loved, and hid his burdens and sorrows alone.

Bu Desti cried in silence. slowly he took the canvas and polished the brush into a painting.

The deg!!

Turns out, his escape was the same as mine. An outlet for sadness is a painting in solitude. Silent and lonely. It's up to you to cry or laugh. Obviously, when painting, I can forget the sadness that exists.

People's abandonment, rejection, loneliness, strange eyes, dislike, and all those people were avoiding me, just as I was avoiding them.

I am not friendly, I do not socialize with people. I shut myself down, when in fact I was hurt by it. There's no other way. Ignoring or seeing those close to me being killed.

There's no good choice. Both of them hurt me. Solitude kills and abandonment makes wounds. I fortified myself from all of that with harsh and arbitrary words that always came out of my mouth. Just so they don't feel guilty when they stay away from me. They hate me without pity.

The memory of Bu Desti, made me feel back to the situation while alive. Apparently, our fate is the same, but I am worse even though I am not fighting.

Is it because of this.. Miss Desti likes me? Is it because we are the same, so he cried when I died?? Or, does he feel, that dying is the right way to stop a grief?

Even so, there was absolutely no suicide or death in him. Because what?? He has people he loves and loves. Like me, who loves Ayuk and the mbak.

The deeper he went, the more his soul was wounded. And I saw all of that clearly. His voice began to sound. How the anger of the headmaster, the voice of fellow teachers who insinuate him. The student who fought him, the adult man who said softly about the pay cut, and the little boy who became the encouragement of his life.

Yuuuuu!!!

My chest suddenly ached, could not stand if I had to go deeper. Mother Desti, I have the same pain that I have, and I don't want to enter it just to feel it again. I really don't want to feel that way anymore. It was painful and my feelings started to get disturbed.

I stopped, floated in place and looked back. I've flown far enough, do I have to go back? The art room is real back there. From the looks of it, it's better as if to wake me up, if life after death is better than my life. I gulped while clenching my hands tightly. Slowly, I started to turn around and move away from the bottom of Bu Desti's heart.

I came out inside him, but the hallway was still wide open. Lust seems to pressure me to stay in, but I don't want to do it.

Because Bu Desti was still daydreaming, of course the gate was not closed. The longer he stared at it, the more this ghostly soul wanted to enter it. I shook my head, why is Miss Desti still busy daydreaming? I had to wake him up for this passageway to disappear.

Because.. this passageway, like a black hole.sucking.with.. very..ku..at!!! And I, unable to hold this spirit from flying into it.

I groaned, unable to hold my body anymore. The veins on my neck almost came out completely, and I tried to shout and make a sound.

"Mom Desti! Don't daydream!!" I growled, pressing my teeth. "I.." The breath began to gasp. "I don't want to get into you!" snapped at me while releasing the burden held on my shoulders.

This shout made a kind of energy ball come loose, and struck right towards the Bu Desti canvas and....

Bruuk!!

The canvas fell to the floor, along with the body of Bu Desti who gasped in shock. He blinked fast. He looked around and then moved from his seat.

He gulped, with his body beginning to tremble. He quickly stepped up, though his legs seemed to tremble. He ran, trying to reach the door and....

He left without looking at this place again. He was scared and walked away from this place. And I, let it happen.

Sweat ran down my forehead, but there was no other word I could say but gratitude. I, do not want to possess the soul of someone who is full of wounds like that.

I want to possess the soul of a kind, sincere person who forgives easily and holds no grudge in his heart. Good, wise and loving. The Sholeh and famous. There can be no such person, but I wish I could see that picture of beauty in him, just as I try to enter his body and soul.

I flew back, not up in the closet but in the middle of the floor. The floor of this room was shiny, even reflecting my own appearance.

Seeing the soul of Bu Desti made my feelings go awry. I should choose to possess the souls of others, while waiting for the students in the art subjects to come to this room. And I hope that no student has injuries like Bu Desti, nor me.

Exactly one hour after Bu Desti came out, some students came to the art room. They peeked out from the outside, while pushing each other to enter this place.

"Aish! Don't push dong! If you want to go in, go in there first!" his screeches.

"Yes, you're so long! Just go in together, keep grabbing Bu Desti's painting tools and go out! Hurry up!!" friend's orders.

"Huh! So you're very curious, you're afraid, aren't you?" his reply.

While pushing each other and retreating forward, they finally entered the room. They half-jumped to snatch Bu Desti's equipment on the table, then ran the algal ridge away from me.

"Why are these humans? Strangely his behavior. I'm not doing anything." I grumbled in the same position. I looked down again, and accidentally saw a dropped wallet. I looked straight back at the door, was this theirs?

I waited until they came back to get it. But, it had been a few minutes of waiting, they had not come.

Finally, I flew and approached the wallet earlier, who knows if there is a toothpick inside. It is quite good to clean between teeth, because I have a few days not brushing my teeth.

I did the same thing, trying hard to be able to hold it. Before that, I could carry paper anywhere. But now why is it so hard? Are ghosts easy to lift light objects?

"Yahooah!! Long-time annoyed also on this wallet!!" screeched me while grabbing her many times. And lastly, I can touch it, yes, even though it is almost regardless of taste. "Well, get you!! Now you're not gonna let me go!" murmured me while staring at this wallet with an antagonistic look.

As my body trembled, I smelled a strange smell in front of the door of the art room. "Ha. haa.. haaa.." a voice was heard. I frowned, turning to a goat-like voice that was at the door. Ah, too focused on the unimportant to make me unaware of the presence of others.

A student who had once come into the art room, now stood stiff with a trembling foot position. His mouth was open and his face was deathly pale. His eyes widened and he pointed towards the wallet I was holding.

"Host. dom.. wallet baaaaaang!!" said frightened.

"Saturday!! Shhhh!! Don't be noisy, someone's coming!!" my hiss is upset.

Suddenly, a similar hallway appeared before me. Breaking through is like a straight path that leads into the soul of this person. What is this guy's name? It's a school, but I don't know who it is. Never been seen, or I never saw anyone else?

I left, took off my wallet and approached her. It's different with Bu Desti. The sensation is different from that of Bu Desti. What distinguishes it? And this guy is not daydreaming.

Going back to Tamusong's explanation, it seems like I can draw a conclusion. If Bu Desti was in a sad situation and alone. He floated his mind, and daydreamed. Think about the things that hurt him.

But, it seemed like this person was not in a similar situation. He is not daydreaming nor is he thinking of anything.

Is it possible, he was in a situation that was very afraid of ghosts, making his mentality become weak until I became strong. Didn't Tamusong ever explain this to me?

If humans are afraid of the presence of ghosts, then we will get stronger. But the opposite is true, if humans feel brave, then we will also be afraid.

I too, did not want to miss this opportunity. Anyway, now he has to possess himself first, but he's just alone in here.

I flew fast, observing every black wall in his heart. But why is this time different? I don't see any memory of this guy? It's different than Bu Desti.

When I reached the end of the recesses of his soul, I stalled in a passageway and ended up at a locked door, I scrunched my forehead. The feeling, earlier Bu Desti did not have a locked door at the end of his soul. The plates alone, even I can see to the end of the base and all its memories.

Why... is this person different??

Tok..

I knocked on the door, sticking my ears. There's no sound whatsoever. Inside it was like an empty room...

"Groaaaaah.."

I gasped and frowned, hearing a strange noise behind the door. I gulped, then knocked back on it.

"A. assalamualaikum.. Who's inside?"

"Grooaah!!" the voice sounded back. More violent than before. It sounded like a huge snort of wild animals, and why... inside this person was another creature??

Or maybe...

Bruaaaac!!

The door opened wide and crashed, revealing the figure of a man of large stature and hairy fur like an ape. He shouted, making a pile of energy hit towards me and...

Buuum!!

My body was hit by something painful, causing me to be dragged and bounced far out of the hallway. No, it's so fast that I can't avoid it.

I grimaced as I touched my chest, lay in the wind and forcibly came out of his soul.

"Ohok!! A.. what the fuck was that?!" I complained, while feeling tight in the chest.

The sighting returned as before. The man picked up his wallet and immediately ran out of the room.

I still coughed, and frowned enduring the pain. It turns out that what Tamusong said was true...

It's not as easy as me who easily resembles someone. It's a little difficult, and only this time I feel that failure again.

Ck! In that case, will I be able to pass the third stage?? If I can't, I can't stay at the basic stage right? I want to be strong and eliminate the demon Ludira, and get him out of my body.

The insolent!! Sambal gecko!! What am I supposed to do?? If I come back with a failure, I will definitely be laughed at by Tamusong. Actually I don't care about it, but. This failure is a pain!

I have to go back to Tamusong if it works. If I fail, what should I report to him? My failure?? That's not funny!! I have to succeed, but... how??

Possessing a human, it was not as easy as it seemed, even though the passageway had appeared before the eyes.

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