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Tamusong was speechless, or even he had run out of words. He was unintentionally silent, he was completely unable to speak. Back then, he looked so shocked when I resembled Father, and now, he was just as shocked as I said Father's name.

No relationship, of course it's just a pretext so I don't ask a lot. Despite that, he tried hard to seem ordinary in front of me.

"Ah, I told you not to mention that name again. I don't want to hear it."

"But I want to hear it. Do you have a past with Dad? What was your relationship that you were so shocked when I mentioned her name? Or sneer? And again, we've never met before. In my life, I never recognized you. But why does Tamusong act like he really knows me? You must know from Dad, right? Right?!" ask me, constantly attacking him.

Actually, these types of Tamusong will not want to explore their personal matters. How long I have been friends with him, he does not tell his life in detail. Just saying that she has a son and a husband. Her husband two more.

But, regarding the name of the residence, and the cause of his death, he was completely silent and did not want to say anything to me.

One thing you can do is to know your past life, not by forcing it or asking it directly, but by letting her feel good about me, manipulating her thoughts and feelings, she said, it was as if he was empathetic and felt what he was feeling, and I was sure that if it worked, then he would easily tell it himself.

He was still silent, now lowering his gaze. It occurred to me that this Tamusong was Mom. But, didn't Mom die after giving birth to me, so there's no way her spirit was charred and became a pocong.

Or, while Mom's life is not sincere about her death, so die like this. About gosong...is it just camouflage to cover his real face? He himself said, if there was not a ghost who saw his face while still alive. It was the appearance of his death.

"Tau or not it has nothing to do with the present. Let's just say that I'm just a friend who knows that guy. No more and no less. If I say I miss you, just think of it because I miss my son."

"Sometimes, there's something to tell you, and there's something to tell you but it's too hard to say. Anyway, we're gonna live together forever, so I don't want that past to keep you away from me."

I cringe at hearing it. What drives me away if my past is exposed? Was there a mistake he made, and he didn't want me to know about it? Or is there anything more dangerous than that??

"Tamusong, you're confusing. But it's okay, if you don't want to tell it, it doesn't matter. But there's one thing I want to tell you.." Tamusong looked at me.

"You know, if Ludira was living in you after I told you about my death, and who did the murder??" Tamusong was only silent, but both of his eyes were fixedly staring at me.

"Later, that man named Barend Otte, the man you knew in the past.." I started to raise my fist in the air and point it in front of Tamusong. "This hand, will kill him. Until really dead." I said, making both eyes Tamusong wide.

He was glued for a moment with both eyes wide open, then frowned deeply. He lowered his gaze, smiled with a bitter look and looked at me. "Yes, it's like that. In the end it will probably happen like that, again." he said.

I nodded at hearing his words. Any more?? Is he stating the same thing, will it happen again???

But why is he so sure? Or I mean, why am I so sure of what he said? It's just the origin of the sound, and it's not something that's going to happen. But why the hell, he seemed to me to believe, and his words became a guide. She's not a psychic, just a regular ghost like me. Who died, but could not go to the grave.

Tamusong and his past, then there was a father as well.

Why, why am I so curious about her past? What does this have to do with you and does it have anything to do with me?? Brazen, lizard armpits! I could die curious to make it.

"Ehem, Tamusong.. actually died in what year? And in what year did you know Dad?" ask me again.

Tamusong shook his head. "I've forgotten that too. When you die, slowly the times during your life will be forgotten. Your memory will fade, and change with the spirit life that it is now. I've forgotten that too, and I don't want to remember it anymore."

"But, your appearance seems to force my memory to remember that again. And why, did you appear as the boy of that man? From an old friend who I'm trying to forget."

I tilted my head hearing it. "Is...y your old relationship, related to love or feelings?" ask me bitterly, a little creepy when it comes to saying something about love. Even at the age of sixteen, I never felt that way, and never had any interest in any girl.

"Not really. Not because of that." he said. And I, caught a doubt in his eyes.

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After meeting Tamusong, I want to return to the warehouse while passing through the road. From a distance, I saw the room in the building turn on the lights entirely.

Tumben once, usually every night I only see a dark room without lights, but why this time it looks bright? And again...

I sniffed, trying to smell a familiar scent. While glancing around, I deliberately turned the direction towards the gate that was in front of there.

Lots of parked cars? They also stopped in front of the gate, is there anything they want to look for in this school? Looks like the ghosts are coming tonight.

Some people got out of the car, wearing police uniforms. I frowned from a distance, because they were not wearing service cars with flickering lights on them.

Are they deliberately not to attract the attention of the public??

Among them, there was someone who did not wear a uniform like the one they were wearing. They opened the gate and went into the school.

My feelings suddenly became unpleasant. Did they come, to go back into the art room??

If that's true, I don't think their arrival has anything to do with my death, but of course the reason is still related to me.

I hurriedly flew ahead of them, entering into the art room before they came.

With anxious hope, I continued to stare at the outer door. For some reason, suddenly my feeling became unpleasant when I saw someone brought by the police.

Like fear, trembling, anger, heat, and. argh! It's so hard to explain.

From the third floor, I could hear their footsteps. Slowly and doubtfully, trembling and afraid of something that could have surprised them. The smell of food that seemed to be their scent was getting stronger, indicating that they were getting closer.

Both of my hands began to move, although my body was stiff on top of the closet. They were already on the second floor and would soon be going up to the third floor.

Taps!!

A fitting step set his foot on the third floor. Among the steps of many people, swiping his back sounded the most dominant.

No!! It's painful. His feet sound painful. I could even feel his breath piercing into the eardrum.

I closed it while complaining. "Whose breath is this? There was a whisper that I did not understand, and why.it made me feel trembling and frightened.

I raised my legs and hugged my knees, staring intently at the door that was still closed.

The hot aura gripped, surrounding my entire body. I gulped, really scared, even though I didn't know why.

The doorknob was attracted, and I felt hot as if it was about to explode in a moment. This scent is delicious, but among them there are a thousand flowers. I don't know, this one feels claustrophobic.

Kriyai...

In the end, my fear happened. The door opened slowly, making my eyebrows raise along with the width of the door that was being opened.

Gloupp's..

The sound of my gulping spit was heard into my ears, along with something burning in and making the room grow hotter.

"Armgh!!" I groaned, clutching my own head with both hands.

A strange apparition entered among the police. A luminous person entered, with streams of water dripping down his body like dew.

I closed my eyes, seeing the light shining all over his body. It is white and glare, feels hot and hurts the view greatly. It smells too good, like it tortures my smell.

"Armgh! Nay! Don't come any closer!! Go!!" I screamed while hiding my own face.

Their footsteps were getting in, making me feel like I was in the fog.

"Assalamualaikum the creature of God, is something inside here?" ask a voice, and it sounds so annoying in the ear.

"WHISPER!!" scream me again.

They were silent, although many people entered the room, but still the atmosphere was still silent, as if each of them were silencing their mouths.

"So, how, Mr. Ustadz, do you feel there is another aura in this place?" asked the police, making me stare bitterly at them.

So, they call an ustadz to my place? What do they mean? They certainly had bad intentions towards me.

"Damn you!! Damn you!!" screeched me while occasionally daring to look at her.

"Hmmm, there seems to be. I feel the aura here is very gloomy, stuffy and not wearing. There's something alive and living here." said a voice that greatly disturbs the sense of hearing.

"Ah, you mean Mr Ustadz, is there a ghost here? How many?" ask them again.

"One. I feel there is only one. It's a kind of confused occult. He was like being away from ghosts and locked up in this place. He can't go anywhere because maybe, he died here, or there's another reason" the ustadz said.

I stick my tongue out at him quickly. "Weeeeeeek!! You fool and pretentious fool! Who says I'm locked up and can't go anywhere?!" reply I was lame, full of hate. Even though they can't see or listen to me.

"So how, sir? Will you be able to clean this place up?" ask the police.

Damn it! Surely these are the ones who complained to ustadz to clean up this place, after my rampage at that time.

"Bismillah, I try first." he said, raising both hands in the air as he prayed.

"Please help, sir. Hopefully the ghost in this place can go and calm down by his side without disturbing others." said the police.

I frowned, when the lips of this ustadz sir began to recite something. The heat began to crack, making my sweat come out quickly and fall. I gasped withstanding the torment, about to groan but as if restrained.

The faster his mouth moved, the more pain I felt. It feels like a massage, but a painful massage to make one vein.

In the seriousness of the ustadz, the policemen began to mutter. "Anu, if you can, don't just clean this place up. But, please, be exterminated by his demons sir ustadz." pinta the police, accompanied by a nod of the head of the ustadz sir.

Amidst the pain, I grimaced, looking at them with annoyance. They could have said such a heartless thing in front of me. Not only did he intend to expel me, but he wanted to eliminate me as well.

Is it not the same as killing someone, because it is equally deadly to the lives of others, even though they do not know there is life for us. We are dead, but we are alive.

That's not important. Why I am so angry is not something like that. It's just, if not in this place, where else can I go?

If in other places, there is not necessarily a ghost who wants to accept my presence. And there certainly won't be. At this school no ghost would be friends with me, except for Tamusong who was in the cemetery.

So I, will not be expelled from my own residence.

"How dare I.." I started muttering, clenching my teeth and glaring at them. "How dare you expel me, even from my own dwelling."

"How dare you guys be so rude like this!!" break me while clenching both hands tightly.

"HOW DARE YOU!!!" I screamed loudly, making this place shake again and suddenly..

Something strange, came out from inside my body, and scattered in all directions.

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