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My Name Is Ancient

I was silent, deliberately disfiguring my face after hearing the reason. I ceaselessly frowned, even Nana to the point of poking my hand, intending to prove that I was not being a statue.

"Huh?? That right? In the world of love, there is such a rejection?? This is not logical, right? During my life I get this kind of treatment, being away from even being surrounded just to enjoy the strangeness. Time' when I die, I get the same thing again, why do I go all the way to this place if the results are the same!" my protest, made this kuntilanak leader roll his eyeballs, as if lazy to listen to my complaints.

"You know, what's important to me is strength. Kuntilanak ghost is a ghost that is most feared by humans. And you know what kind of ghost that is?? Those are spooky-faced ghosts, not funny and handsome!" his reply, making the clamor of the other kuntilanak sounds clear. I clenched my teeth, staring at them.

"What does this have to do with the face, I'm strong. Even I am this rare, male ghost kuntilanak among the female." I added. "Again, ghosts can change the shape of the face and physical. If I want to be ugly, I can do it easily. There's no problem!" I said quickly, really forcing to stay with them. Because if not a kuntilanak plot, who else would accept me? Even my own kind of reject it.

"There's actually something you should accept and neither should you, son. In addition to being handsome, your face is included in the category of external ghosts or foreign ghosts. If you keep forcing me to come in here, then I'll get in trouble with the foreign ghost leader."

"After all, I don't need a kuntilanak ghost like you. You just died, and of course you haven't been able to master your powers. I don't want to embarrass the Goddess for accepting you in this place. Because for now, the kuntilanak ghost group is the most frightening group of ghosts than the other ghost groups, so I have to maintain trust and remain consistent in powerful and scary ghosts. I don't want to disappoint the Goddess." she explained again.

"So bad!" my reply was brief, with a hoarse voice that sounded raucous.

"Miss Farisa, please accept brother. She wants to be Nana's friend, pity her if she refuses. Where'd he live?" rengek Nana, trying to give me some help.

"He will stay on this island, but not with us. So, Nana can still meet him somewhere else" he said again, still insisting on rejecting me.

I clicked my tongue and looked at him in annoyance. People who see my albino face and deformity say that I am a beautiful and unique man. They really want to have a look and good looks like me. But really, it's not that fun. So someone different and handsome is not always liked by people, the proof is, I accept this kind of rejection again, right?

"Okay, if your reason doesn't accept me is because of something like that. But, if it wasn't wrong, you were talking about some kind of foreign ghost? Can you tell me where I should meet them?" ask me, making this Kuntilanak leader named Farisa stare cynically.

"You're asking for my help?" he asked, as if offended.

"Noah!! Calculation once so ghost, surely when you die, your grave is narrow! I accept that if you refuse, but what's wrong with telling the place, it won't add to your ugliness!" reply I was upset, making this Farisa snorting a heavy breath.

"How dare a new and handsome ghost seems to make fun of me so!" He growled, making his body tremble withstanding anger.

"Nana, quickly take her out and get her where she wants to be, before I go berserk in this place!" her door was in a hoarse and deep voice, as well as a sinister look of eyes.

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"Sister.like to look for 'cause yeah?" nana asked suddenly, having previously kept silent during her trip.

"Not really." my excuse, really upset the truth if saying what is actually true.

"So you want to live with those foreign ghosts?" nana's voice rang out when she asked.

"What can I do, if in your place I am not accepted. What do I have to what? Begging or forcing? Too lazy if you have to do that, just throw away lives." reply me flat.

Nana who was flying in front of me stopped, she turned her head and looked at me. "Later Nana just wait outside, yes, Nana does not like them." he continued.

I cringed despite wanting to know the reason, but I prefer not to ask anything. "Yes." I briefed.

We who previously continued to fly in the middle of the forest, now even found an old castle. Of course I frowned when I realized the strangeness.

"That's a real castle? Or is it just a hallucination?" I asked, making Nana turn her head back, amazed.

"Yes!! Aye!! It's not real, it just looks like it. Actually, this is just a lighthouse that has not been used by humans. Brother knows that? It's great!" it looks more cheerful than before.

"Yes, logically speaking. Which crazy man wants to build a castle on an island in the middle of the ocean and also the forest? Where this place is not strategic and there is no beauty at all for humans. If the scenery is good, it might be made rich people as their private villa or island, this is it..."

Nana nodded eagerly to make up for it. "Yes, this used to be made a beacon by humans, they made it and then left it alone before the construction was completed. After that, no humans ever came. That place is abandoned. But now, this place is used by foreign ghosts" he said, making me frown.

"When all ghosts choose a place to live in nature, they immediately choose a place to live that has a former building? Arrogant as well ya." just protest, judge their deeds.

"Yes! That'sthat's true! Nana also dislikes the group of foreign ghosts. They are arrogant and feel tall, unwilling to gather with other ghosts in the playground. They are only always with the group, unless the Goddess calls to hold an event, then they will come and join the others." explained Nana again.

It seemed like the strong reason that made Nana dislike them, was because of their arrogance. But, no wonder. I was the son of one of the foreigners, so I knew about how they felt to be incomparable to the natives. It turns out that ghosts also adhere to such a caste system as well huh?

And the difference is clearly seen from foreign ghosts and also native ghosts. In terms of clothing and shelter. The Indonesian ghost dressed in shabby clothes, lived on banana trees, banyan trees, wilderness, and rickety old houses. While the foreign ghosts I saw on TV, their clothes were nice, his face handsome, and his residence in the castle. Indonesia is not only left behind in human life, but it turns out the ghosts are also left behind.

"Nana wait here" Nana said as she crouched in the air and looked up at me.

"Whoi!! I'm in!!" screech me while touching the closed fence. As it turned out, since this was a hallucination, I was able to touch it, just like the other objects on this island.

No answer at all. But, because the fence was not in the key, I just went inside while looking around.

This hallucinatory building is more like a European-designed building, it is likely they are the Dutch who once colonized Indonesia and died in this country as well. So, they are called foreign ghosts, and they seem to have earned that title, too, for alienating themselves from other ghosts.

I looked down, looking at the shiny ceramic floor. Then looked up, staring at the big poles along the way. The ceiling of the room is so high towering, making a luxurious impression so visible in this place.

The windows are also artistically designed, with a giant long curtain that swings gently, looks shabby and fragile. When it went deep enough, I began to smell strange flowers. Fragrant, but this flower does not exist in Indonesia like it, not like roses or jasmine. Maybe because the scent of the flower I memorized was just that.

I frowned, when a strange light was seen at the end of the eye. The longer the light gets bigger. I don't know what it is, it's just...

"Ughhh!!" I immediately jumped up, spun in the air and landed perfectly on the floor.

A flash had just crossed me, almost hitting me if I had not been reflexive to avoid it.

I glanced, looking at the ball of light that seemed to be deliberately thrown by someone to attack me. I looked around, trying to find where he was.

"Who are you, how dare you come here?" asked a voice, his foreign accent rang out, reminding me of the way Father who was crazy about treasure spoke.

"Show yourself if you want to ask, it's not polite to know!" reply me, deliberately lure him out and not hide. "I'm not an evil ghost, I came to join this place. So, can I meet your leader?" ask me. Looks like this guy can't be their leader, right? From what I know, the leaders of the place are hidden and difficult to get to because they are at the very end of the room.

"Who are you, too presumptuous to ask me that. Then, who are you, how dare you order me that?!" reply, still coolly hiding without the intention to show his form.

"Oh, want to meet up? My name is Ancient, kuntilanak albino. Your name?" ask me, making a growling sound be heard after my words are finished.

"You're this, looking to die apparently?" his reply.

"Can indeed be dead, what to look for again. Meningan search for sustenance, who knows the blessing yes.." reply me, deliberately befell him playfully.

"You really want to feel the impact of my power!!" it snapped, along with a subtle sound carried by the whirling wind.

Hurry along!! It was so fast I couldn't blink. But, my relatives could see his shadow, and adjust the rhythm of my body to his speed.

Taps!!

Footsteps rang out, my eyelashes were not even moving, but a gentle whirring of wind blew my left hair gently. I quickly looked to that side..

"On the left!" I screamed, along with an assaulting hand, but...

Dash!!!

I, managed to hold a hand that darted rapidly towards me, revealing a tall man who seemed to be about the same age as me, or a few years older.

He grimaced, when his hand managed to hold me. His face looked annoyed, even his eyes said that he had just been surprised because I was able to withstand his attack.

"Nonsense, who are you really?" ask again, in a very rude voice.

"You deaf? I told you I was an albino kuntilanak!" tell me again.

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...Seriate......