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I stared, with both eyes wide open. Suddenly the forgotten memories returned. I don't know, but how can I forget such an important conversation.

About how I met with the school guard. About the questions he just asked. About how I saw him, when he died.

Why did I forget all that, and wake up in a daze in the art room?? What Kiyai said was true. Because it felt so painful when he returned my spirit again. It was like dying twice. And it seems, my brain was traumatized by it, so it was forgotten, but it came back after.

I glanced, looking at the surprised Tamusong after my eyes opened suddenly. He was silent, but I can assure you that he is waiting for what I will say next.

"Tamusong. it turns out,"

"You did meet someone after you died, right?" He quickly cut off my words, even before I finished. "And it is not a part of us, but rather a man who deliberately releases his spirit to meet you, or someone who deliberately draws your spirit to its dimension. The point is, when your eyes are open, it's the man who first talks to you. Don't you? There's a human, right?" he continued, really excited in asking.

I was silent, not wanting to justify his words. Let him speculate as he wills, let the facts remain I consume alone. But how did he know that I had met someone after death? In fact, I have forgotten what I experienced myself.

"I don't justify or blame your words, because I don't remember them. But, why did my aunt suddenly ask me that? Why do I have to meet someone else in the sense of a human being? Is, there some strange thing I don't know, but Tamusong knows it? Why is it that after I did the third stage of the basic science of ghosts, Tamusong suddenly asked such a thing? Never before?" ask me while guessing, do not forget to insert ambiguous sentences so that he does not know what happened, but I know what he wants to say.

He lowered his head, sighing deeply, as if he did not want to tell the truth and still kept many things from me.

"Tamusong is not being honest? I don't know anything about this. I don't remember, I totally forgot. So, I beg Tamusong not to keep much from me. Only on Tamusong do I hold fast, I really trust you. So if Tamusong doesn't want to be honest, then to whom else should I put this trust?" I asked bitterly, deliberately weakened so that Tamusong pityed me and gave me information that I did not know.

He was silent again, taking a long breath. "There are actually things that stuck in my mind from the beginning when I met you" he said, making me frown. Well, here it is!! Acting weak to be pitied turns out to be powerful to extract information from it. He started talking, right?

"Even if they die somewhere, there will be no prohibition or occult limits that lock them up in the day or night. But strangely, you can 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. Intentionally so you don't go anywhere." he continued.

"Well, so is that it? It turns out..is there something like that?" ask me, pretending not to know.

"Yes, I suspect someone has done all that to you. But, if it wanted to do that, it should be that the targeted ghost knew about it. There is at least an agreement between the two sides. If you're locked up by a human without your knowledge, it means you've made a terrible mistake that has put many at risk. He locked you up as punishment and you can't fight back. But, from what I know about you, you just died and swiggled like a duck head. So, how could you have made a mistake. Means, the choice is on the agreement of both parties." He stopped, closing his eyes.

"You, you agreed to the confinement. And the man himself who met you." he continued, opening his eyes, and looking at me intently.

I was silent, not surprised by his gaze, but by his thoughts. Actually, this Tamusong can be categorized as a smart ghost, but why did he not show it right from the beginning?

Are our positions the same?? We're smart, but trying to trick each other and pretend to be someone who's standard brain?

If I do that, because I don't trust everyone. But, if Tamusong does, does he not trust me? Or is there something big that he is hiding from me?

To be honest, his identity is still in the air, and I don't think he says much with honesty.

I took a long breath. "It's still cryptic, but it seems like I've indeed met someone after death. But I forgot, it was like dying twice, so it was possible that the pain made me forget it, because it was traumatic for my memory."

"But, is there a connection between someone who locked me up, and tonight's incident?" Tamusong gasped at my question. It seems there is. "So of course, suddenly Aunt asked this after the incident I experienced." continued me, explaining.

He sighed. "There really is. What's more you're talking about when you've known that person in your life. I assume that the one who locked you up and met you the first time you died.."

"...Is kiyai." he continued, making me gasp.

Ck, I'm sure he's smart. He knew who had met me at the time, and he also realized that the strangeness in me was not free to leave the art room. But, why just now? Just try to say it from the past, so I can immediately remember all those events, right??

"It's nasty! Actually this is terrible!" he continued, looking so panicked while staring at the art building over and over again.

"He's able to lock you in the art room with no mistakes, so maybe he's better able to lock you in there with mistakes!" pepas sultry.

I'm speechless. Is Tamusong afraid that I could be locked up again by Kiyai for causing a riot at school today??

"But. kiyai is not that bad. He's not that bad." I said, reassuring him.

"It's a different situation. You've been a byword lately. In addition, your actions have now disrupted the performance of the police in investigating this case. You could have been in brackets more than this." he said in a trembling voice, looking in all directions as if afraid that someone would hear and watch us.

"Then, now what? It's happened too, it can't be anything else." I said lightly.

Tamusong stared fixedly at me. "Then, do you want to go now with me?" the question, made me cringe confused.

"You're leaving, what do you mean?"

"I mean, let's go where I'm headed. Before you're locked up forever in the art room. Come on, come with me. Get as far away from kiyai as possible, and won't go back to the school that killed you again" he said, pulling my hand. I fell silent and nodded.

"But.." My voice was stifled. If I leave, I can't meet the person who Kiyai promised. But if I'm locked up forever in the art room, I don't want to be.

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*POV Author

In the morning, the school was crowded with students gathered in every corner of the room. They sat together and discussed something together.

"Hey, you know what's been up recently, don't you? Again so big lips." said a student with glasses.

"That's not it, that one of our underclassmen was bullied in the art room?" terka.

The glasses nodded their head. " Yes! who does not make PR, suddenly his PR so, even though he just wanted to make."

"Yes, this is not a false rumor anymore. Where are the ghosts that have PR? It's weird lying to him."

The glasses cringed. "Really, really. My sister is the same class as him. He was caught making the PR, because his handwriting is different. Continued in all classes, he whose answer is really all, even though not including students who enter the top ten. Rank one answer is something wrong. So Ma'am Master was suspicious and called him, until he was tall and trembling. He said, someone's got the Pr. And the teacher knows whose writing it is."

Hearing the words of the glasses, his friends turned to each other in unison. "Writing, Adam?" terka.

"Huss!!" The glasses hiss. "Please name the name of the person who doesn't exist!" his words then made the look on the faces of his friends suddenly changed.

"Noah!! I shuddered when I mentioned his name. He is famous for his pinter. His brain is like a nonsensical, reports A all. The test is nothing wrong. So yes, I immediately thought to him anyway." he said trembling.

"Eh, there's more. This I heard from my grandfather too. He said that some of his paintings were made with the ghost. The murder scene, hold.." He paused his sentence, making panicked looks on the faces of the friends listening to him. "There's a message that says, if he is.." The glasses' gaze grew sharper and smirked.

"Real!". he whispered in a deep voice.

"Yahoooooo!! Takuuu!!" his friends goosebumps and screams hysterically, even they hug each other and some of them cry.

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On the other side of the class, there was a student who sat alone and daydreamed. In the classroom, he became the center of attention because of the news spread among the school, where he participated in the art for the first time, where he participated, he was knocked unconscious many times with ghostly apparitions that filled the art room, and Bu Desti who came with feet that did not tread on the floor.

This story is absurd and seems unbelievable, but the change in attitude answers all the truths that exist.

The girl belongs to a cheerful and active student. But, after the incident, he became quiet and often surprised. He always looks at the feet of his interlocutors, as if to make sure that it is a real human or ghost that resembles.

Some of his friends commented on his friend's nature. "Jamilah changed greatly because of the people met in a state of fainting. He was a coward and not as happy as before. By the way kayak daydreaming. His gaze was empty too. Kasian." commented his friend.

His opponents also chimed in. "He said he actually, he met a ghost class, the same ghost who disguised himself as Bu Desti. In addition, there is a canvas on the table that has been stored Bu Desti. Listen, he said, the ghost who was in the same room with him, painting his face on all sides." his friends began to shudder. "Meaning, indirectly, actually the ghost wants to tell you, if he again cautions the Jamilah continues. That's why you're afraid to ask for mercy."

"Masa' anyway, I believe that he has seen his own painting." timpal friend. The other friend nodded.

"Gue really does not need to see it, because of Jamilah's condition it is clear, if everything he experienced is true."

"So far, I've been horrified.he said there was a Maghrib-maghrib motorcycle accident in front of the grave stop."

"Gue knows that too! The driver was drunk, right?" continue the other.

"Yes, but he said he didn't fall because he was drunk. But seeing the sighting of a boy flying, wearing white, and his hair too...."

"White color."

They screamed together to hear it. "I'm not wrong, that's... It's Adam."

The others nodded. "Yes, the art room has also been haunted since he died. There are a lot of strange things that cannot be explained by words. The point is, it's a real sleek. I don't want to go in and study in that room anymore."

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On the other side of the room, a fan and air conditioner light up, making the body cooler due to room temperature and tension.

All the teachers gathered in the room, with two policemen, as well as some of the biggest donors in the school. They were facing a man of full stature with brownish skin. Her hair had two colors, and fine lines were drawn on her face.

He stared at the piles of paintings carried by Bu Desti, who showed the face of a schoolgirl from all sides.

"This is proof of the painting, sir." said Bu Desti.

The filled man who was the principal of this school took some and looked at him fixedly.

"We, as members of the police, just want to convey information about a single accident in front of the grave is indeed true, as you asked at that time, he said, as well as the mass trance that occurred last night in the art room, it really disrupted our performance" the police said.

"This is also, sir.. All the correct proof of my student's math PR. He said it was done by someone else, and I see. This writing is the same as this writing." said the teacher while comparing one book with the other. One of his books belonged to Adam.

"This all leads to one person, and unfortunately he is already dead. He seemed to be a disturbing spirit. And what, what are we supposed to do with that art room? I'm sure the students won't go in there after hearing this news." they said, making a sense of unease gather in the headmaster's chest.

The headmaster shook his head and moved. "Come, we go to Wanto's house." he said as he clenched his hands on the table.

"NOW!" continued with a sharp look.

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...Seriate......