Horror Story
Steve's Diary - If My Time Arrives

Bismillahs..

They never know when they will live..

Broken heart's..

Broken..

Sometimes it can make us lose our minds and end our lives.

Rahayu sugeng..

Tring. ting.. ting.. ting..!!

"Woii.you..!! Walk with eyes, man. Don't just start nyelonong",

the bajaj driver.

This body was stuck in the back of the orange object, and fortunately the driver was swiftly slamming the steering wheel so that I was not oppressed and injured on my stupidity earlier..

"Sorry sir, sorry..",

only an apology can come out of this mouth.

"If you need a ride, let's go up. The cost problem later you estimate yourself, man, rather than you run around in no direction",

said the driver bajaj to me with still a little shock.

"Ooo. okay pak\, now please take me to campus *****\, and then wait for me and take me to another address"\,

I said as I walked in and laid down my body in the back seat.

The three-wheeler in the gas tight a little sluggish towards my campus. The college where I got a friend who somehow did what I thought was unnatural for a generation of intellectuals like you, man..

Arriving in front of the deanat I gave the fare to the father of the towing bajaj while..

"Sir. please wait for me about 45 minutes an yes, if I do not go out please father just stay",

I said.

With slightly widened eyes the bajaj puller received the money from me.

"Lho, man, there's a lot of money you're paying. My fare is only 750 silver, this is you give the borobudur sheet money",

he said he didn't believe.

Money is only a human curiosity that has no taste. Only an aspiring human being can weigh money with effort, beauty and sincerity. Borobudur sheet is a special sheet for me and for all who get it.

I threw a smile at him and I paused my step towards one of my guiding lecturers' rooms. For the second time I'm knocking this morning.

"Please enter",

the sound from inside the room.

I open that burly door, I have to be brave.

"Sorry sir, I want to tell you something",

I said slowly.

"OK.. what is it?",

the answer from the lecturer who.yes it is like that lecturer when not in class, very little to say unnecessary words.

I once read a book, in which I said that if you don't talk much, then that's the very quality of all your actions.

"Anu. anu it sir, anu. it's anu sir..",

my stuttering came back to my neck.

"If you are no longer here, you can come back here again. I have a lot of work",

ketus answer.

Long I kept quiet in front of him, while shedding tears that out of nowhere the source. Is it from this broken heart..? I'll reiterate my words for the information I need to say.

"Why, friend? Is he dead?

You just can't express it", though",

Said

I was so surprised..

Where did he find out, and this morning only I came to campus. My fellow students are all in bandung.

"Where do you know about this? Who told you?",

I was surprised, full of questions.

"Today, my students came to me. He told me that today you will come here as proof that what he said is real.",

dakorku.

Wh why? And who?

"Name Steven. He's your best friend, isn't he?",

an explanation that is no less confusing and full of questions fills this brain. Steve's..

"Steve sir? Was he okay in your meeting yesterday?',

much

In a deep breath, my lecturer recounted what he had experienced yesterday about a meeting he had not expected at all..

"I can see what no one else can see. And I don't blame you for all the suffering you're suffering right now. Just relax..",

bright my lecturer immediately cut his sentence.

"Ok. In short now you're following. Behind all that you have to be patient, steadfast until in time he will go back to the body you buried there", he said",

added me.

No more I guess that solace. But now I feel very scared made, afraid will say the story from my lecturer. I do not deny so far the lecturer who is always economical or economical to say now he talks about my best friend at length, like he is explaining a course..

As well as explaining hydrology and hydraulics which is his concentration in the science that he taught at this faculty. What exactly is he who I and most of the employees at my college call prof. Yes, a professor of exact sciences, but introduced me and explained to me in his mystical corner.

I looked to my right and left while rubbing my arm which felt cold and rough because the whole feather stood up like it wanted to run from its place.

"Father can help me, to convey that I am afraid at this time..",

I said, the doni with all his fear.

"Hahahaha.you turned out to be a coward yan don, you just tell yourself to the figure who is beside you so as not to bother you..",

he answered while still laughing.

"But, since you've been here, ok. Right now I'll report that your friend is missing, and I'll give you terminal time for a semester. If the tempo is exceeded, then I will remove him from the list of students in this campus.. You go home now, and strengthen your mind",

he said again, patting me on the shoulder and walking me out of his room.

"Thank you sir, I'll always ask for your opinion",

I said while stepping out.

Like the jargon of a drug plastered in a giant pamphlet in front of my campus. That's how I feel right now, and maybe in the moments to come until I don't know when that will be for me. Huff.I helplessly stepped in front of the campus.

Teng teng teng teng..

dad's dad's towing bajaj surprised me.

What a wise driver. He could have left me and taken all the fare, but he was one of the thousands who had a heart of gold. He is responsible for everything he gets.

My journey to my home. Laughing, Mr. Bajaj's puller asked me to talk to him here and there.

"Bung actually I saw from there you were accompanied by a figure. Your buddy?",

askinya.

I heard it, and..

Why am I always accompanied by people with such abilities, why are so many people able to see you my friend. As for me, I'm blind to everything.

My desire to see and look at you is very strong my friend. But I am just an ordinary human being with a gift that I do have without being able to see you that has changed. But when I can't see you, there are still many people around me who are given the ability and always help me with your presence, my friend.

"Surely you can see that, sir?",

I asked with a joke.

"I can see it, man. He's your best friend yes, he asked me to be his spokesperson",

reply while laughing.

"What did he say sir? Yes, he's my best friend", man",

I said with a beating heart.

Instantly the bajaj puller was silent. Silent..

Smoke from the bajaj seems to add to this soul. But I'm a doni, must be able to conquer what it's about a question I still don't get answered. I also spoke..

"Hahahaha.if pak bajaj wants, I'm really happy sir. Yea, I share the fortune with you, father..",

I said while teasing him in exchange for money.

Sein kiripun he lit it at the intersection. Not far from the junction, Pak bajaj stopped his vehicle under a large, shady acacia tree..

"Dude. That's your friend or brother, I don't want to know. That's obviously demit, man. I feel sorry for you if followed by Demit. The important thing is to strengthen your faith, man..",

message bajaj sir to me.

"I'll try to keep helping you, man. I know you're one of the good guys in my inner eye. Without you paying me I'm ready",

said again.

"I dislike the one who does not like a good deed and returns it with sorrow, like a piece of trash who has forgotten his skin. Ahh the stupid demit who can only cry over his stupidity",

he continues.

He was offended by my words about money

Indeed, in a metropolitan city like Jakarta there are still even many people who have morals, morals of all good things, morals that do not only look at the rupiah sheet. Long time I was lulled in daydreams..

"Hey man, don't think too much, just relax ya. hahaha..",

said surprised me.

"Oh yes sir, I'm sorry to offend you",

kataku.

Bajajpun back to walk towards my home address.

I also gave her my home phone number.

"If you need me, man, you just come to the front base, which is close to the stop",

he said, leaving me in front of the gate.

My steps forced me into my white house. Until my room was sure, I threw down the body that was somehow among the bad that felt. I pray among all the minds of the deafness of the sound of taste..

Just taste..

I tried to grab my pocket radio beside the bed and I listened to the endless music of silent love. Dim the lights go dim and dark while resting the body..

Naa nanana's..

Naa nanana's..

The sound was heard in my ear between sleep and wake

The clink of the guitar filled my bedroom, could not stand these eyes shedding my best friend's tears..

You smile at me while saying a word I can't get what you mean, my friend. Is this what is meant by a heightened sense of longing admiration? As powerful as my energy I move my body while always saying your name friend..

I'm yelling.. In my sleeping position I woke up, and I can still see you with that smile.

My pal..

It is only my tears that I put on your smile..

I forced my smile like the light of the moon fading in the dawn's welcome..

Very feel..

The sweat soaked my frail body, however..

I'm so happy to see you without a word, friend..

I want my beautiful words to say to you my friend, but only my eyes can describe the emptiness of restless and happy.

A soft song blew my eyes.

the song************sound but it feels clear in line with the blurring of my vision of you.

Thank God, you have opened the hijab to my ignorance of the other world you have. I will do anything to make you happy, my friend.

The twilight I could not resist.

The orange dimmer forced his way into the room through the white-covered window. I lift this body to my bathroom, only to take holy water and face my face to your qibla.

Lord..Accept my worship in the arms of your dusk maghrib. Tablespoons beautiful without words, mute twilight sprinkled with flavor, mute twilight I faced with esa.

"Have you prayed, son?',

asked my mother while stroking my curls.

"Already mom..",

I answered briefly while crying in her arms.

Several times this word, my true word, I said my heartfelt words in my painting to free my heart from solitude.

Yep..

Really a mother's embrace is a peerless comfort, no one can match her in time of grief. Since your hug is mother, I can pull out this stifling chest.

why the hell son?, you don't have to think about it. Now it's your duty to pray that your friend is found and can be with his family",

softly said my mother.

I could not shed all these tears in my mother's arms..

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