Horror Story
Steve Diary - Me And My Mom

 "I'M LYING!!!"

I want to shout that phrase. But I'll keep it a secret, my friend, even if it's to my own mother. All because I don't want your death to add grief to your family. Adding to the heartbreak of a mother there, and keeping your name awake all the time, my friend..

"Have eaten first. The power from the morning you haven't eaten", 

my mother said while pulling me to the dinner table next to the family mushala in the house.

I put rice treats out of a rose-patterned bell dish. I shed tears, add salty vegetable seasoning on my side.

Dusk is very beautiful but still shrouded in lara. Lara is the heart of a friend who longs for his best friend.

"Mom, after isya doni permission to come out yes, want to find the wind..",

pamit a young man in town who is always licensed to his mother.

"Yes, but be careful on the road don't..", 

meng's mother is my permission.

"Yes mom..", 

I said back while kissing my mother's cheek.

Wah very difficult to determine the direction when this chest has no purpose at all. 

The crane!!! The crane!!!!! (phone call)

"Huh. just startle", 

I went back in the house and lifted him up.

"Hello with doni here..", 

say hello.

"Hello doni? Ask to transfer to where now, wherever I'm ready to deliver. Haha.. I know you need a friend right now. Mending you came to the stop huh. I wait..", 

voice word across the phone.

"Woii. don't just shut up. It's me bajaj.", man..",

continue that voice. 

"Yes, sir, who did I think I was",

I answered while hanging up the phone.

It's also nice if there's a purpose, even if it's just a play show. I'm sure a thousand percent of you won't be able to stay home forever without going out or playing. I walked down the sidewalk to the T-junction. Turn right and see the orange bajaj with the middle-aged father standing next to him.

"Wealaahhh.. dalah.. mr already daritadi here, you do not nongol-nongol don?",

tanyanya with thick Javanese accent.

Once I was confused, why now use the Javanese dialect, instead of this morning the dialect like a Jakarta person. Maybe it's just my feelings.

"I'm sorry sir, I slept long enough. Do I make an appointment with my father? As I recall, I did not make an appointment with my father", 

confused answer.

The air of the capital is somehow very fresh even though many vehicles are still passing. The night was as fresh as the air at the highest peak of Java at that time. 

"Aren't you meeting your best friend? That's why I called you with this butut payphone. Yeah, you guys look at you, is the smell okay..",

balas pak bajaj.

It turns out that in my dark times like this there is still someone who gives me attention even though from someone who is not who I am. I know I haven't. Just this morning I got to know this bajaj sir. His attention to me exceeds that of my friends. 

It is difficult if you are a child, there are no brothers just friends to tell stories or complain at times like this. Fortunately, I have a friend like this Bajaj. At this time pak bajaj is probably a friend as well as a brother .

"From now on I don't know your name, sir, who is it?', 

ask him who by occasionally polishing his steel paint with a guitar-pictured kaor.

"Haha.my name is ratman, commonly called man by friends or relatives. Even my wife calls me man sir..", 

answer with a laugh.

I laughed at him too. I don't know why even meet but I can laugh with a joke dime made. 

He took a thermos from his steel, poured black coffee stock from his wife at home. Poked the thermos cover aluminum glass to me while saying..

"It's coffee made by the first lady. The taste is no less luxurious with the coffee in the restaurant of the tenth star hotel. Haha.", uh..",

he said, laughing again and again. 

"Indeed delicious coffee mas sir, I love it. Moreover, free coffee from the first lady of this country..", 

complimented me. 

"You've had a drink, man. Just your face don't be sad anymore, the coffee-rich beauty has been three days",

Said

"How many days is the coffee, sir?", 

Ask Wonder.

"Yes, it's called three-day coffee. It was black, bitter kept wry again. Just like your face this morning. Haha.", uh..",

The answer is full of jokes.

Tonight's excitement wasn't felt for us, until there was. Someone came up to us in a parlente suit..

"Dude, can we get to the camp?", 

he said to man.

"Waahhh. Let's. let's.", please..", 

reply pak man while opening the back door bajajnya.

Yahh.. It feels lonely even though the road is quite crowded by the vehicle traffic of the rupiah hunters in Jakarta. I'm sitting on the bench at this stop with gray paint. The wind added to the coldness of this place. And..

The crane!! The crane!!!

The voice of the payphone called me to pick it up, but..

Is it possible this would-be feeder calls to order bajaj? Because no one was there but me, making me stand up and pick up the public phone.

"Hello... with whom and want to find who?', 

tanyaku brief. 

Long inaudible sound from the caller across, made me want to close and put the handle of this phone. But, I'm sure the phone there hasn't been turned off. But who and what to do, I don't know..

"Doni. I'm asking for help.."

My heartbeat seemed to stop, my hands seemed to tremble unguidedly, my legs seemed to suffocate helplessly..

That's your voice, man..

"Eee.. eeiiyaa what are you asking me for?', 

my reply.

Tut. tut.....

Lost, the voice disappeared and was no longer heard. I put down the phone. My feet stepped limp back into the seat of the stop. This body vibrates like a litre of ice water. This trembling heart heard a voice I had not heard for a long time. I don't know if I should be scared or happy. 

"Steve, please don't bother me anymore. Don't make me sadder. Whatever I'm gonna do to keep you quiet there, man..",

I said to me who it was.

I say words to people I don't even see. I said like a madman for no reason. 

"Steven, my friend, what should I do now to help you?, 

I said again so I could know what you meant. 

I said those words so I could help you, man.

Teng..

The sound of bajaj pak man spread my daydream. I'm glad sir Man is back from his duties.

"Woi man, have you met your friend?", 

asking sir Man again makes me wonder why he always knows what I just experienced. 

After parking the bajajnya, sir man approached me while taking his almini glass and sipping coffee inside. 

"Yes, I just give you the info. Just now my rider turned out to be a demit, just a real demit. haha..",

joking sir man. 

"It turns out he's a big boss who just booked a college girl. Is that his name? College chicken? Hahaha.there are only people today..",

obviously mr. man. 

"Yes, we'll help. Now you just relax enjoying that noose around your neck",

said sir man suddenly I don't know who.

Did the man talk to steve, who I didn't see? I just kept quiet scared.

"Sir, please tell my friend, don't follow me", 

I said briefly. 

"Hahaha, he'll always follow you man. Until you..", 

reply Pak man while whispering something in my ear. 

I understood what he meant, but was I capable of doing it all. Even imagining it, I can't do some things that I don't know.

"Then I go home, sir. Let me arrange a way later so that the outline that I have to do can be realized",

pamitku to sir man. 

How can I who is just a doni without having any ability be able to control this very strange situation. Again let time answer it and grant me whatever request for help..

"Yes, you just go home and take care of your health. There are still many tasks that you have to complete in addition to your friend's business..", 

answer mr. man.

I told myself to walk back home. The sidewalk that was crowded will be frenzied pedestrians, now become quiet gripping. Even the light of the street lamp seemed to squint its light on this thrilling night. I accelerated my steps and, again and again..

I heard the roaring cry of grief following my footsteps. The cry of pain was like the cry of a depressed numum. A cry that makes an incision for everyone who hears it..

I-i know..

That's you, my friend..

The cry will either be sadness or the cry of deep pain..

I finally arrived in front of the gate of my white house. I quickly entered it. Even krieett's voice!!! the turnstile makes my feathers stiffen with fear. I opened the door and slammed the door.

Yeah, I'm afraid of all the memories in my head. Even though I was trying to sleep, I couldn't get steve's memory out of my head. I do not know how long until finally these eyes are asleep in the arms of the world of God.

The call to prayer roused me from the contest which he said would give freshness to anyone who settles down there. I woke up from this very comfortable bed. I lift up my arms and thank God for giving me freshness and life this morning. 

My morning ritual I did in the bathroom with the blue tiles. I take water to purify this body. I am well aware that with this water I will prepare this body and soul to bow down to you God. I'm acting on your permission..

Breakfasted..

Whatever the term it is important for the metabolism of the human body. Because in every calorie contained, it can replace all the energy and cells in my sleep last night.

I spooned rice with vegetable lodeh made by my mother with egg stew inside as well.

After breakfast and a sip of mineral water in my glass, I felt fresher and ready to continue my day and journey to reach the despair of nowhere. I took out my 80' yamaha bike, I drove to my beloved campus even though the morning still holds my chin..

I parked my bike under a Dutch asem tree. I set my foot on the second floor of my faculty.

"Once very lonely. Maybe I am too early? huff.", uh..", 

my grumbling in my heart. 

I opened the classroom door..

"Hi. There's already someone apparently here. When did you come..?", 

ask a friend in the corner of the class. 

Continuing to look back at me, he turned to me with barely moving his body. 

Only his head turned to look at his back

Slowly..

And slowly..

He looked at me..

"Waahhh. You're a demit, man?", 

tanyaku relax.

Why, why am I not afraid now. Even I was impressed ordinary even though I saw a friend in the corner of the class with black blood on his mouth that dried up. 

"Hahaha, take it easy man, I can see you now. And I'm not afraid of demit models like you anymore. Haha.", uh..",

my words that suddenly feel happy with my fearlessness..

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