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Somebody

*POV Author

Set in a place with a mat sticking out, a dark room and smoke deliberately made using burning in a jug of clay, someone threw a grain of salt in it.

His beard moved up and down, reading anything that only he knew.

In his seriousness, he suddenly opened his eyes, saw the contents of the burning jug, and revealed a greenish-colored flame.

He smiled thinly, until the smile expanded as wide as the border of his cheeks. His black feet were raised, leaving a table full of photographs and various flowers on it.

He took out a cigarette in his pants pocket, and lit the cigarette as he took a sip and threw the smoke into the air.

From a distance, he stared at the school building that was bounded by a high fence, nodding and developing a smile again.

"The sweet aura.. Boy???" he murmured while closing his eyes. "White, and smelling fragrant... handsome and attractive??" he murmured again, with a heavy voice typical of old men who like to smoke cigarettes and sip coffee.

"There is a dead man, Sholeh's son who haunts?? Hehehe, don't know the way home, don't know how to control the power?? Confused and scared??" He still closed his eyes, trying to look at the creature from a distance.

"Yesterday he did the same thing, unleashing great power to the point of jolting me in the old medley."

"This ghost who doesn't know anything needs guidelines. First I ignored it, because I felt it was a power that was accidentally unleashed. But, it looks like the second part, was done deliberately."

"If it comes off, then someone will be interested in it. But if I get it," he'll smile again to laugh. "I will enslave him, use his great power, to make money" he continued.

"Let me see once more, is he still toying with his power?" murmured this shiny black old man.

He closed his eyes again, looked up and tried to penetrate the power of the subtle creatures from a distance. He frowned, when suddenly the huge aura suddenly disappeared.

He shook his head, read his incantation and opened his inner eyes, pierced through the darkness, pierced through the thick walls, and overstepped the distance limit, only he was still frowning deeply, why all of a sudden, is there a thick wall that can't be broken through?

Whatisit? What forces are trying to drive and guard it? What makes something protect her??

That power could not be in the mouth of the old man, he did not know this came from a subtle creature or not. But, if the shamans do the same thing and feel interested in that great power, of course what they will do is fight each other and fight for strength to show, for example, who deserves the ghost of that man.

But, this was not some kind of strength of the shamans, nor was it the strength of special people. This, a thin power, whether it came from a fellow ghost, or what it was certain was that it managed to close the shaman's vision of the powerful man's ghost.

He growled, spitting on the floor until he fell the cigarette in his mouth. He snorted and hit the concrete wall of the brick that had not been plastered, making a splash of blood stick to the wall.

"Damn it!! What's this messing up? Why would he take my eyes off this ghost? Damn you!" annoyed sigh.

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Meanwhile, Mr. ustadz was silent on the spot while staring at the rest of the police who were starting to fall silent. From all his limbs, only his sweat moved, flowing from his hair to his temples.

He was still unmoved, as if holding his breath until there was movement from every member of the police.

"Uuh.." a ringing sound was heard, accompanied by the thin movements of one of the police officers. This ustadz sir is starting to exhale, a little relieved somewhat.

He wiped off his sweat, while walking to crawl toward the policeman. He turned the policeman on his stomach, staring at the two eyes that were still closed.

"Sir.. Mr Tanu, are you conscious, sir?" he asked slowly, shaking the body of the policeman.

Mr. Tanu frowned, tightened his two closed eyes and blinked, revealing his paled face.

He gasped, and hurriedly moved after seeing the face of Mr. ustadz. "Huh?! What...what happened, sir?" tanyanya fast.

Mr. Ustadz just fell silent, did not want to explain anything or even not too brave to tell it. Mr. Tanu shook his head, turning his gaze around the room that looked messy. In addition, his police friends were unconscious on every floor of the art room.

"Huh?" his mouth was wide open. "A.. What really happened?" tanyanya astonishment.

He hurried and woke up his friends. "Oi, Sep!! Nook, Fer!! Jok, Up!! What're you two?" tanyanya while alternately shaking the body of her friend.

"Mmh?" one of his friends was shaking, moving and trying to open his tightly clenched eyes. When his faint gaze was clear and revealed Tanu's face, Joko gasped and woke up suddenly. He even examined his entire limbs himself, making Tanu frown in wonder.

"What was that?? A shadow fell onto my shoulder!" his sigh, made Tanu gasp, and remembered about what he had seen before losing consciousness.

True, Joko's face earlier looked different. Even his two eyeballs turned green and monstrous.

He looked around again, and knew that something had happened to them, and that it had to do with something mystical. His hair bristled, he even shuddered as he turned towards ustadz who looked pale and staggering.

"Sir ustadz, what happened? It seems like all the police officers fainted after you shouted, are you the only one still unconscious?" tanyakanya.

Mr. Ustadz fell silent, trying to hold his body with both hands on the floor, and moved slowly, even though his body was very trembling. "We're out of this place as soon as possible. And tell your superiors, if not once, to disturb this place again." he said, limping toward the exit.

Tanu runs, allowing Joko to wake her friends up alone. When he opened the door and looked out, it turned out that Mr. ustadz had fallen sprawled and unconscious.

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Meanwhile, Tamusong gasped while sitting on the wind. He was tired, like he had just run at night. Both of his hands came out from the shroud, while holding his own body in the air.

He turned his head towards the school building, his mouth agape and his eyes were alert. He glanced around, and really, this ghost showed a scary face of fear.

"Adam Suganda, Adam Suganda, Adam Suganda." He called the name over and over again, with both eyes wide open.

The inner call will certainly be heard and reach the listener of Adam. He kept calling her over and over again, as if to make sure of something. He did not want to stop, before the ghost of the male kuntilanak appeared.

"Adam.. Adam.. Adam.. Adam.." his voice slowly shrank, and he looked frightened to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat.

Bru!!

Something fell down, sounding right behind Tamusong. The woman turned her head, and found Adam, sitting on the wind with a staggering body.

Both of them were silent, although they wanted to be angry at what Adam did, but his presence made Tamusong able to breathe a little relieved, even though he was not breathing real.

"You.." Tamusong's voice finally sounded, making Adam stare softly with his green, luminous eyes.

"Sorry.. I'm sorry." said Adam, not usually he said that even though he had made a mistake.

Tamusong was silent, about to get angry but undo that intention. He sighed, letting the slight fatigue evaporate within him. "Well, it's okay. At least you know what you're doing is a mistake. So, what exactly happened to make you that angry?" the question was soft, not as fierce as usual.

Adam bowed, clenched his hands together and looked at him softly. "They want to drive me out of that place." he said hoarsely.

Tamusong blinked, turned back to the school building and looked at Adam. "They're doing a cleanup?" tanyakanya.

Adam nodded his head. "My place is there. If I was kicked out, where would I go? Where am I going to stay? I could only go out at night, and come back the next day. If I get kicked out, where do I go during the day?" he looked sad and confused. On the other hand, Adam actually wanted to give up and not fight the ustadz, but he only defended his residence. That was the only treasure he had now. A residence.

Tamusong frowned, looked pityfully at the ghost's face, then looked back at the school. There was one thing he wanted to tell me the truth.

Even if they die somewhere, there will be no prohibition or occult boundaries that lock them up in the day or night. But Adam could only be in there during the day, confined and unable to penetrate it at all.

Like there was a wall that drove away, and actually, that wall was created by someone. It was intentional that Adam would go nowhere.

"But I was grateful before. I heard Tamusong's voice greeting, so I went out to this place. I had guessed before that the one who had suppressed my strength was Tamusong, so thank you for that" Adam said, making Tamusong frown but not say anything.

"Anciently, there was actually something I wanted to ask you" he said, making Adam frown.

"What's that?" tanyanya brief.

"In the beginning of your death, have you ever felt something, or met something, ever?" the question, made Adam more astonished.

"What?? Whatdoes thatmean? Meet the ghosts who are one frequency with me?" the canal.

Tamusong just shook his head. "No, long before your spirit was in the art room, it was like being in a black and white place, who did you first meet?" ask again.

Adam shook his head, he didn't know, or he might not remember anything. "I don't know."

"Try it, remember it again!" Tamusong. "Earlier than you were in the art room, you must have met someone. Just when your life bounced, and it forced out of the body."

Adam fell silent, closed his eyes and tried to remember. His spinning memory slowed down, from the most recent to the first time he died.

"Before being in the damp art room?? Meet someone?"

He nodded, opening his eyes suddenly. "You.right, Tamusong. Before, I had met someone, right on the day of my death."

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