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Abstinence

*POV Author

A young man was busy in front of his house. This man has a sweet black appearance, his face is youthful because he is always smiling, wearing a white T-shirt, and knee-length shorts.

He stretched his body after bringing a bucket of water from inside the house. A sweet woman with brownish skin followed, with a love-shaped dipper the yellow color she held.

"Mas, this is the dipper behind." he said while giving the dipper.

"Wes, thank you, Deck." said as he welcomed the dipper. He took a piece of water and watered the plants in front of his house.

His wife sat on the front porch, watching her husband's busyness. The husband looked back and smiled at his wife. "Sir, will you please, mas?"

Hurriedly his wife woke up, she approached her husband with a cengo face and both eyebrows raised. "What's to, mas?"

"Beverage drink. Sweet tea." she asked.

The wife frowned. "Well?! That tea hasn't run out yet, you still want to drift again?" tanyanya's confused.

The husband just smiled while shaking his head. "Not for me. Make one more cup. We will soon have guests." he said.

The wife spontaneously turned her head to the end of the street, narrowing her eyes, confirming who the guests would be coming this early.

"What look to? Bikini mas lah, please yes, deck." he said softly. The wife nodded as she went inside, but her head still turned to the end of the street in front of her house.

This man moved after watering the plants. He approached the bird cage hanging on the porch of the house.

He flicked his finger while whistling, in line with the chirping of birds in the cage. The bird was jumping, like dancing in his residence.

"Come on your knees, where's your voice?? Cleo.. Kleo.." said this man, making the bird obey his voice. He smiled happily to hear it. "Well, good voice, son. Crystal sound." again.

From a distance, there was the sound of people talking. Not too big, just a short talk. The sound of their footsteps was even greater.

This man pretended not to know, and preferred chatting coolly with his knee birds, even though they had different languages, but that was not an obstacle for him at all.

The wife came out of the house, carrying a cup of tea that was still smoking and placed it on the terrace table. He turned to the end of the street, and found people flocking to his house.

"Well, a lot of people." He saw the tea on the table. "Adek only makes one to tea, according to order, mas. It might not be enough." she lamented, a little worried.

He looked back at the end of the road, then gasped to see two of the men. "Mas.. There's a cop, mas? Why else is this?" frightened mumbling. He was afraid not about the rank of the police, but because the arrival of the police always gave a bad sign for his family. And these cops always ask her husband for help, and that's quite disturbing to his wife.

"It's okay. If you don't want to listen, just go in. Cook tempe bacem, mas again want to eat it. Same kale light." asked the man, but did not make the wife pass from her place.

"This must be about the case again?? Adek does not like the tablets if Mas still makes a difference to help them." he said. His words were not without reason. Every time her husband helps the police to facilitate the investigation, their family always gets targeted. Whether it is disturbed through a dream or directly.

"I've only been cured for two days, Mom. You don't want to make me sick anymore, do you?" he said again, as if not satisfied with the response of the husband. "Our son also I entrusted to Buk E in Java, do not want if he often sickly stay here."

"This time, no one will get sick. So, you go in, rather than face sour in front of the guests. That's not good." said this man.

The wife snorted. Not a few months they were married, but her husband's job made her fall ill many times, as did her husband. After getting a child, now it's his son's turn who is sickly, but when in living at the grandmother's house in Java, his son is healthy only. The wife just doesn't want to, if anything happens to the person she loves. Even so, she was very obedient and went straight into the house according to her husband's orders.

The group of people had approached, this man still pretended not to know until they actually came and greeted.

"Good morning, Wanto. Sorry to interrupt your time." said one of the police.

This man named Wanto was still silent, whistling melodiously while flicking his finger. They glanced at each other as this young man ignored.

"Assalamualaikum, Wanto." The principal took the initiative to change the greeting.

Wanto finally looked. "Wa'alaikumus salam.." he said, making the police look wrong. Wanto only said if guests come with greetings.

"Sorry to interrupt your morning. But, there is something we want to tell you." continued the principal again.

Wanto looked at the headmaster's face and frowned. "Replacement of the principal?? So, is that true?" tanya Wanto. The headmaster nodded with a cheeky face.

Wanto took a deep breath, thinking that Ludira's aura was still felt, even though it was very weak. He shook his head while switching from the bird cage. "What concerns you, please come in." he said as he sat down and invited someone to come sit next to him.

The headmaster sat down. The seat in front of his terrace was only two, so of course this was a polite way of driving away. He only allowed one person to talk to him.

One representative is enough, right? Rather than having to hear the chatter of some people who are struggling to express their experience. Even one person can tell the conclusion.

Knowing this, several teachers and two policemen looked at each other clumsily. They smiled wryly and then switched, knowing that their presence was not expected here. They walked out of the yard of Wanto's house and waited at the end of the foundation of the brick fence that had been destroyed.

The headmaster looked at him, hoping that Wanto would talk and exchange ideas with him.

"Wanto, actually-"

"Please drink the tea, sir. It will be cold." he asked, sliding the tea cup right near the elbow of the headmaster's hand in the corner of the table. He raised his own cup of tea and sipped it slowly.

Actually not to relax I came here, but there are more important things. So the contents in the heart of the headmaster, which he did not dare to convey to Wanto.

"Just relax, sir. Don't be so tense. Storytelling while ngeting, entertaining guests is better, right. Let's just say we're friends." said Wanto, making the principal gasp. The reason, this young man immediately answered the words in his heart.

"Morning still, sir. Sorry, we only have drinks. My wife has not been to the market to buy bananas to make fried" he said not good.

Clumsily, the headmaster picked up the tea and sipped it slowly. Warm water and sweet fragrant tea makes the veins relax, after previously had stiffened. At least, this drink can make the tension subside, and the heartbeat is normal.

"So, do you want to suffer the problem that is again a lip? What about the albino ghost, the art room, and the recently deceased Adam?" asked Wanto, making this headmaster nod quickly.

Wanto took a deep breath. "Actually, he's a fallen hero. So, don't be afraid of such scary ghosts."

"But, Wan. he's annoying enough the people at school." cut the headmaster.

"What kind of bother?" ask again.

"He disguises himself as a teacher, annoys a pupil's children, annoys motorists, even. he makes a PR math student!" the bright headmaster, made Wanto choke and hold back a laugh.

"Combat!! Making PR? You don't joke around." he said, patting his chest, not choking on water again.

The headmaster's face was still stiff, not thinking that this was a joke. "Even last night, he harassed the police on duty" he added.

Wanto sipped his tea again. "Disturbing?? They come with an ustadz too?" he asked, and the headmaster nodded. "Ustadz it was me who asked. You see yesterday the police came to my house, but I want to go out to take the wife's medicine." he said again.

It is not something that Wino accidentally told ustadz, he just did not want to surprise Adam with his presence. And he also wanted to know, the extent of Adam's actions towards the person who tried to disturb his residence.

"But, Wan.. Ustadz was not able to. Back home he won't help the school and the police anymore. So, how's it going now?" ask the principal.

Wanto inhaled the fragrant aroma of tea in his glass. "Repeat the jasmine." he murmured, sipping the tea again. "How does your father want it?" Wanto asked back.

The headmaster gulped down his saliva which was sweet because of the tea earlier. "Yes, if you can, clean up the art room. Don't let this interfere with our teaching activities. If possible, remove the ghost from the warehouse." asked the principal, making Wanto speechless to hear it.

I don't know what's on Wanto's mind, but he seems reluctant to help. The headmaster knew that Wanto was close to Adam when the boy was alive. And considering the services of his family who is a former principal, school owner, and founder of the school, of course he has no right to expel the child, even if it is just his spirit.

"If the father's request is like that, I don't want to respond. Please father come home when the tea is over." said Wanto, making the principal gasp and ketar-ketir.

"Well, don't be Wan. You have been trusted for generations at this school. From your late grandfather, your father, and now you. Please, you want to work with us. It's for the good of the other students." he asked, a little hearty.

Wanto just took a deep breath. "If the Father were to be driven out of the house of the only Father, would the Father be angry? And where else would you like to stay? You must be confused, right?" he said, making the headmaster frown not understand. "So the invisible creature is also his position. Though invisible, they are God's creatures. What's wrong with us appreciating each other."

"OK, Wan. If he doesn't bother you, okay. Dad's no problem. But the problem is, he is disturbing! Many victims. So what's wrong with you, if you want everyone to be safe and he stops interfering?" protest again.

"If he's interrupting, why should he be kicked out? Can you not speak well, and remind him not to disturb the fellow creatures of God? If it can be solved in a good way, why not in a good way?"

The headmaster took his breath again. "The problem is, if I could talk to him with four eyes, yes I would say. Is this the problem, I can't see or communicate with him? So how do you talk?" said the principal, insisting once to argue with Wanto.

"Well, is there me, sir? Just so you came here because you believe, I can do something like those creatures, right? So I offer, rather than expel and eliminate them, better speak well and give them a warning. If it's still ngeyel, it's another story."

"Exorcising the subtle-creature can cause unwanted things, such as the mass trance of the police, it's just a small thing, can be even bigger if continued. They must be fighting." said Wanto again.

"So what now?"

"We take it safe, but whether you want to agree to this or not. It all depends on you." said Wanto.

The headmaster was silent for a moment, he held his breath for a moment and then slowly slammed into him. "What safe path do you want to take?" ask the principal.

"We made a deal with him. On terms that benefit both sides." Wanto again hung his words, made the headmaster lean forward, then confirmed his sitting position, as if impatient with the words that will be said by this young man.

"What is it, Wan! You are making your father grow older because of curiosity. Let's spout!" the headmaster in the end.

"We made a covenant with man and with the subtle-being. The agreement should benefit both sides. It is like if the ghosts still want to live here, they are forbidden to disturb humans who are in this school. If they interfere, then they must be expelled from here." said Wanto, holding tea in one of his hands.

"That's a deal for ghosts, then, what's the deal for humans?" ask the principal.

"A pact for his human being." Wanto's voice slowly became heavy. "They are forbidden to enter the art room for any reason, whether it be day or night, especially when entering Maghrib time until night."

"Although the ban on entry to the school has long been, but this time the place I specialise into an art room on the third floor of the room at the very end of the other room."

"If anyone breaks and still insists on going in there, then I take off if any ghosts bother them. And I will not punish the ghosts that scare the people who break this covenant." said Wanto, making the headmaster gulp his saliva.

Wanto sipped the tea in his hand until it ran out, then put the empty cup on the table. He turned, looking at the headmaster with a serious look on his face. "This is something, called.."

"New challenges at this school." said Wanto, with a grinning face.

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