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Long Distance Communication

Kriee... Kriee...

The sound of my fingernails ringing on the window. The room that was originally messy with molt leaves began to dust, untouched by anyone. For a week I was alone in this place. Singing, whistling while painting on this dusty floor.

There's nothing I can do. I'm also confused, bored sometimes scared too. I want to go out and meet someone. Whatever, ghosts or humans can also. Just don't keep going like this.

"Kiyai.. You're listening to me, aren't you? Come on, open this seal. Don't lock me up like this, dong. Can old my face if it's here continue." murmured me, hoping that kiyai can hear it.

"Come on.. please open.open dong!!" I complained while whining, and clawed at the door.

There's absolutely no answer. Did he have to say his name first so he could hear it? But, later I'm the one who fires the beard. It's not funny if I came out, even his face became charred. I could have been led by Tamusong. I don't have a beard anyway, so it won't burn, right?

Speaking of Tamusong.. How's it going now? I haven't seen him in a week. I miss his voice, and also his anger.

But at least he won't be looking for me, will he? Or suspicious about me not appearing in front of him. My words at that time were quite evil, and I hope he can ignore me and not care.

I started to fly looking out the window. I also miss Yuk Arsya. Why was he never seen coming here after I died? Has he forgotten me? Or is he still looking for my whereabouts? How's things going? Still crying, huh?? How is the pregnancy?

At that time, he often asked me to accompany him to sleep while reading Surah Yusuf. He said the baby in the womb always reacts when there is me. Always kicking. Even I could see his kick poking in Yuk Arsya's stomach.

Surely his son will be a fierce man. Kihihi, I always tell Ayuk, if his child is born later, just input it into athletes. Athletes throw a cake javelin, chess player or archery. Do not be a footballer, because I do not like sports that make the body sweat. So I can't accompany him to play that.

But, it turns out it was just wishful thinking. I don't think life will be this short. I also want to be called uncle by my first nephew. Play with him, take care of him, but it can't, can it?? Can't do it at all. I never thought it was just a dream.

How long is this already in the month?? In a few months she gave birth? Looks like it's gonna be a little while. Yesterday on the day of my death, he went into a deep shock and bleeding. Is she okay?

I forgot to ask Tamusong, is it possible to get out of the boundary of the path? I also want to meet Yuk Arsya even if only once. At least to the house for the last time, met with the mbak, security guard, yuk Arsya and also the hairless skinny cat who often came to the house and ate my cake.

I don't know, Friday night was the last night for me. The night that I should have used to paint casually in this room was a tragic last night for me.

Everything was so fast, it seemed like nothing would happen even though I had expected it. My conjecture of Father, dealt a heavy and painful blow when I found out that all the prejudices were true. And it was because of this truth that brought me to this place.

This dark sky looks cloudy. There was no moon or stars to decorate it. I mourned the heavens as fate did, kept silent and let it end soon.

The black clouds had been swallowed by the bluish sky. The sun began to rise and the moon began to sink. A few days passed, just like before, I no longer even counted on it, until the ceremony that marked Monday returned again. It didn't feel so fast and boring. I just kept quiet while playing with the power ball.

The day passed like before, the room was still empty and I started to feel a prolonged panic. Footsteps from outside were heard, but the limit did not reach in front of the room.

But not with today. Some people came back, heard muttering as they chanted prayers on the lips. It didn't get to my heart, so the heat in my ears was just that.

"The chain is so big, does the lock key fit?" ask for a voice from outside.

"Pas, this is the key." said another voice.

I who was sitting crouched on top of the closet now began to look up, hearing the sound of the door lock that began to open. When the door opened for the first time in a long time, I got up and moved, flew and stood in the middle of the room.

Some unknown people came in. They watched the surroundings before landing his feet in this room. I frowned a little when I saw the things they were carrying.

There's a wooden board, a box-shaped bag that's on the shoulder, and I don't know what it is. While thinking, they split the task and took out all the items that were in the bag.

"The board doesn't fit? Try to measure into the window." said the father in black. Another father who carried the board immediately obeyed his words, pasting the board to the front of the window.

"Pas, it has been given the same size as the school." he replied.

"OK." said the father in black while pulling out a hammer as big as a fist and a box of nails as big as an index finger.

I cringed, watching their activities. One of them was holding a board and the other was putting on a nail and hitting it with a hammer.

Tok!! Tok!! Tok!!

A loud knocking sound was heard all over the corner of the room. They closed the art room window with a board. In this case, I can no longer look at the ceremonial field and also the sky from inside here.

Everything has been installed in the board, like a house that will never be occupied again by anyone. They came out of this room after finishing their task. And let me be even more locked up in this place.

One Week passed. Again it felt quick and meaningless. If you want to know if anyone has come in and come into this room, of course there is. They entered, and put the used items into the art room. Like broken chairs, torn maps, deflated balls, and other unused objects, until I realized that they had made this beautiful and artistic place a warehouse, which will never be used again.

I began to approach the deflated balls, picked them up and watched them closely. At least, used items that are put in here, become new toys for me.

I threw the ball up and down. Don't ask me why I can easily do it, for a few weeks, there's no way I'm just gawking until the saliva flows out, right? Of course I train every day in this place. Controlling power without attracting the attention of those around.

The deflated ball was thrown, and I swiftly ate it again. The sound of the catch of the ball in my hand was clear, I started whistling in this place to get rid of the loneliness that existed.

"From sure I'm firm.. My heart is full. Your gift. The heirloom homeland. Beloved indonesia. Thank goodness I worship your presence, god."

When I whistle and play something inside here, I always hear footsteps that try to get closer but don't dare to get too close.

Although I knew that my voice was caught by their sense of hearing, but still I did not want to shut up and continue singing.

I don't mean to bother them, but they are the ones who tried to get close to me, but Kiyai has tried hard to remind them not to get close to the art room that has become this warehouse.

The old issue happened again. Those who were too curious about the existence of ghosts in the warehouse now started looking around. Not much they do, they just accidentally come and get close to the door of the warehouse just to eavesdrop and listen to what sounds are produced from the inside.

They hear from school friends, if they have heard a strange sound from the warehouse. Some who do not believe, try to come and prove it. These people who came here will not let me listen to my activities in here, but for those who accidentally heard them, then I would noisily make a sound until the man ran away in fear.

Days pass quickly, the boisterous sounds of students during the day, and the silence at night is always a companion. I'm almost bored, when ghosts can kill themselves, I'll do it to escape this shitty world.

Instead of staying silent, what's wrong if I open the frequency and fight with the ghosts in this school. There's no other job. Try before locking up, kiyai gives me a job that I can do in filling the void, so it is not so boring.

If only ghosts had phones, I would bother Tamusong every day. But, where there's a phone ghost, just weird.

I lay in the air staring at the ceiling. Look at the lights that have been left off for a long time.

But, the ghost does not need the transmission of electrical signals and telephone networks. We are supernatural, so we should be able to communicate in a supernatural way. If not wrong, this is something called telepathy.

I started suddenly, why was that unthinkable from yesterday anyway? Right, the mind should be able to communicate with the mind from a distance. Even though we can't read each other's hearts, but.. if we intentionally convey it and connect, it should be possible right?

But, how is it??

From the experience of some time being a ghost, usually I have to focus on something that is on the way, because my goal is Tamusong, then focus on it and think about the charred face.

Calm your mind, Adam. Remember his face, his voice, his physical form. Calm your mind. Tamusong should be able to hear this, Tamusong should listen to this voice of mine.

His charred face, his physical form, Tamusong is able to listen to me, let's hear me.

A charred face, his voice, his physical form, able to listen and exchange messages. Surely I can, Tamusong can listen to me, and I open myself to be able to listen to him.

I kept repeating the sentence with great concentration, until I found what I wanted.

Come Tamusong, if you receive my message, listen to my voice, then I allow Tamusong to convey the message impliedly from a distance.

Tamusong's face, his voice, his physical form, Tamusong was able to listen to me and I was able to listen to him...

Wuuuuoung!!!

"YELLOW!! GET OUT OF THERE, NOW!"

The deg!!

Both of my eyes were glaring, when suddenly the voice sounded so clearly. Tamusong's voice, this is his voice. Can't be wrong. No other ghost calls my name Ancient, no.

So, is this really him? Can we really communicate from far away?? Using telepathy??

But, what does that mean? I have to get out of here right away?? Butwhy? If I follow his words again, I will be punished like yesterday.

I closed my eyes again. Think of Tamusong's face, his voice, his physical form, and listen to this message in your ears.

"Tamusong, stop messing around and never tell me to get out of this place. Unless you do have a compelling reason for it." My inner heart, and this message, must reach the ghost.

Long enough I transferred this message, until finally I again heard a reply that was heard muttering in my heart.

"No reason, I miss you."

I opened my eyes when I heard that voice. Wha what?? Do we communicate and send messages to each other? Is this what is called telepathy?

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