Am I Different?
The Spirit of Painting Waiter

*Hai reader, forgive me as the author if yesterday did not tell me if there is a surprise in the story.

In this story, there is one visual of the story title yes..

that's all I said, happy reading..

May you like.greetings from author*.

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Long enough we are in this Mall, one by one mother's groceries have been fulfilled. We also decided to go home.

After that, the four of us began to step foot into the car park, me and Dinar who were still afraid of the incident just holding the hands of mother.

"Mother, Sihan (the ghost) will come out again how?" my many.

"That's why don't you talk about it, he'll come out again" replied Mother.

"Mommy is so, even nakut-nakutin," I said while pouting.

When we got near the car, Dinar and I rushed into the car.

"Yah's school" I said.

My father didn't answer anything, he just smiled as he shook his head.

Dad started driving slowly, on the way home I saw the streets around, feeling that this was not the way to go home.

"Tante, Om, this isn't the way home, is it?" ask Dinar.

It turned out that Dinar was thinking the same thing as me.

"Not Din, this is Om want to take us to his friend's house, he said they and their family want to ask for help to us," replied Mother.

"What help is ma'am?" I tried asking.

"Belom knew son, just before we both picked you up, Dad's friend called he said to go there," replied my mother again.

"My mom, allow aunty?" ask Dinar.

"You, have been allowed to do with your mother, Aunt has said that maybe all day you will take a walk," replied Mother.

"Oh, yes Auntie, thank you" said Dinar.

we continued our journey to where we were going. Our trip was quite long, because the road was quite jammed.

"What a shock, Dad" I said.

"Yes Dek, usually the streets here are stretchy, the tumben is jammed," said Father.

Dad could only drive slowly, because in front of me I saw a lot of people on the street.

"What the hell is it, Dad? it's a great race," asked Mom.

"Accident may be ma'am" I said.

The four of us were curious, because the streets were densely crawling, but there were many people on the side of the road.

Slowly we began to approach, it turned out that there was a truck colliding with a private car.

"It was a real accident, Key," Dinar said.

"Yes, even though the road is as direct as it can be," I said.

"The driver of the truck is sleepy maybe, it will look like he is from there," said Dinar by pointing at the truck whose direction is different from ours.

"Eat him, we as riders if you feel tired better rest, long time no papa as long as we survive," said Father trying to advise.

"Yes, this is a far away house, right?" my many.

"Before the Deck, after the traffic light ahead," replied Dad.

Not so long, we arrived in front of my friend's house. We all went down.

Me and Dinar just followed Mom from behind.

Tok tok...

Dad knocked on the door.

"Yes for a moment" from inside came the sound of people answering the knock on Dad's door.

The door opened, and I saw a young mother of my age, and she threw her sweet smile at us.

"Let's go in" he said.

Without further ado, we set foot into the house.

"Please sit down, I call Mas Adi for a moment" he said again.

He, leave us in the living room. My bad habit, seeing a house that looks foreign to me must be my eyes looking around, circling every corner of the room that my vision can reach.

"That's a lot of painting" I said.

"Yes Dek, Dad's friend really likes the collection of paintings that he thinks are good," replied Dad.

There are so many paintings in this living room, but my eyes are focused on one of the paintings that I think is strange, that is two eyes like we are peeping on.

I saw it, the painting looked like it was looking at me.

"Mom, look at the painting" I said pointing to the painting.

"It's a two-eye painting... It's from different people's eyes" I said.

"Keep why Dek?" ask Mother.

"Consider, Mom, the more we look at it, the richer it feels," I said.

"Your feelings are with Key" said Dinar.

The owner of the house, approaching us, was a woman who had opened the door for us and a man.

"Hi Bro, how are you? long time no see," said the man who I think is the owner of this house.

"Well, if you hadn't contacted me, I probably wouldn't have come here either" replied my father.

"This is your son?" ask again.

"No, this is my son, Keyla his name" Dad replied as he pointed at me.

"Hallo Om, I'm Keyla" I said, shaking the man's hand.

"If this is, his name is Dinar, he's a friend of my son's," said the change of father pointed to Dinar.

"Hallo Om" said Dinar by shaking Om Adi's hand.

"Tumben, what do you need to do to get me here?" ask Dad.

"Look, you know myself I've only moved here a month, well during that time also my son gelagatnya become strange," replied Om Adi.

"Surprisingly how the hell, Di?" ask Dad.

"So quiet, very strange, usually he is very jolly," replied Om Adi.

"Om, why is there an eye painting?" sahutku.

I, who was curious, tried to dare to ask.

"Oh, that's a gift from one of Om's friends, Dek, why?" ask Om Adi.

"There's a waiter, mending in the dump maybe that's one of the causes of Om's child's fear" I said.

"Your son can see ghosts?" ask Om Adi to Dad.

"Well, let's call your son, who knows if my son wants a story" Dad suggested.

"Well, Sasa just call me here," Om Adi told his wife.

Om Adi's wife without answering directly stood up from her seat, to call Sasa the son of Om Adi.

"His name is Om's son, Sasa?" my many.

"Yes, her name is Keysa but she is usually called Sasa" replied Om Adi.

"My name is rich, but it's different behind it" I said with a smile.

From the top floor, Om Adi's wife was holding a daughter who looks not much age with me.

"Am my age too, Om?" ask again.

"He's been in 1st grade this year, if you?" Adi turned around to ask.

"Oh, it's not much different, Om, the difference of 1 year is the same as me, I am in 3rd grade this year," I replied.

Om Adi's wife and son Sasa were near us, I saw Sasa looked down not daring to look around him.

"Hai Kaka Sasa, I'm Keyla," I introduced myself by thrusting my hand at him.

"I'm Sasa" he said briefly by returning my handshake.

He still stood up and looked agitated.

"Well, Dad, I'm going upstairs again, okay?" said Sasa.

"Just sit here Brother, near me with Dinar," I offered.

"Sorry Keyla, I'm scared downstairs, just go to my room" Sasa said.

"You're afraid of them, brother?" I said while pointing towards the eye painting.

There actually from the moment I saw, there were two girls who looked vaguely.

"Yes, you know what?" ask Sasa.

"Yes, I can see them, as long as the eye painting is still here, they are still here, too" I replied.

Sontak mama and papa Sasa immediately saw me.

"So that eye painting has ghosts?" ask Wife Om Adi.

I just nodded, assuring Om Adi's wife's question.

"Pa, let's just throw it away?" the Wife of Om Ade.

"Where are you going?" Adi asked his wife.

"Give it back to the one who gave me Om, Auntie," I suggested.

They both seemed to be thinking about something. Om Adi stood up from his seat.

"Where are you going, Di?" ask Dad.

"You want me to give it back right now, you're with me?" take Om Adi to Dad.

Dad agreed Om Adi. They both tried to remove the painting from the wall.

After that, they passed away leaving us with the painting.

I tried to look towards Sister Sasa.

"Sister, look at Brother, are you still afraid?" I said.

Sasa slowly looked towards the wall, which was previously an eye painting there. Sasa looked smiling and immediately hugged me.

"Thank you, you've been here, so they left this house" he said.

"Sama-sama Brother," I replied.

"Kok you never told me the same Mama anyway, son?" ask Mama Kak Sasa.

"How about a story? Mamah is rarely at home, must be busy working," said Kak Sasa with a slightly taut tone.

Sasa little by little, trying to tell what he had been going through, during the existence of the painting in this house.

"Look, if by day I only see them around the painting, even if it's night, too,"

"But, even though their night was just there but their laughter was heard from the top floor of my room, their laughter was scary" said Sasa.

"But, it never bothers you, does it?" ask Mama Kak Sasa.

"Ga bother how Mah? if I'm afraid of sleep at night, I hear it from midnight until it almost sounds like their dawn is silent,"

"I'm almost crazy Mah, I'm scared" said Sasa.

"I'm sorry Mama ya, son," said Mama Kak Sasa as she hugged him.

We continued the story, until Father and Om Adi returned to this house.

When my father came to this house, we immediately said goodbye to go home. Because the day has begun at night.