
Once pulled, the front door was already open for me.
"Sorry, Sir. I just ride in the back," I said as I waited for Mr. RT to close the door next to the wheel again.
"Hm ... Okay," she replied with a little disappointment.
Mr. RT switched to open the car door on the back, but I hurriedly rejected it on the grounds I would open it myself. Again Mr. RT complied with my wishes. I also got into the car witnessed by Mr. RT who was still standing outside the car with disappointed eyes because of his two attempts to open the door I subtly refused.
"Come, Sir! Looks like we don't have much time left to meet Mr. Seno," I said, greeted with a smile by the man who had a crush on me.
"Eh yes, Brother. I'm sorry for the forgetfulness" he replied as he ran around the car heading behind the wheel.
Arriving behind the wheel, this man with a fairly firm body turned his head towards me.
"I'm sorry, brother, if the car isn't as comfortable as your husband's. Understand this is a cheap car," he said.
"Don't say that, sir. All cars are the same. The important thing is that the function is both a means of transportation. Yeah, right?" my answer.
"Thank God then. By the way the AC wants what temperature, Dik?" ask again.
"Whatever, Mr. RT. It's still early in the morning, so it's not very hot. Maybe, if he came home from another Seno sir's house again," I replied.
"Yes, just take 15, okay?" ask Mr. RT.
"Okay, no problem" I replied.
The car is traveling at medium speed. I busied myself by reading the WA statuses of the friends I was in contact with. From the tail of my eyes, I saw Mr. RT driving with occasional glances at the dashboard glass. Ah, I don't take a headache. No, this guy was weird from the start. What matters is that he doesn't act more than that.
After walking for about fifteen minutes, Mr. RT turned on the audio of his car. Whether intentional or not, he tuned my favorite song when I was a teenager. Unknowingly, I hummed too. After about a minute I realized that Mr. RT was smiling himself while observing me who was singing the song he was playing. Realizing that, I stopped my actions.
"Still love this song, brother?" suddenly tanyanya.
"Eh .. anu .. ordinary," I replied somewhat stammeringly.
"It's normal, but I follow the singing ...," ledek Mr. RT.
"Can't I just sing along?" reply upset.
"Yes can be. Moreover, your voice is quite good," replied Mr. RT.
I just kept quiet because I was upset with the pressure.
"If I'm honest it's been a long time since I heard this song" RT said after letting me sit still for a few minutes.
"Oh yeah! Why?" manya curious.
"So this song reminds me of the past which is quite disappointing" he replied in a serious tone.
I fell silent again because I knew what this sweet man in front of me meant. He must have meant to remind me of his unrequited feelings from me just now. At such a position, I felt like a heartless criminal for ignoring his feelings back then. I'm afraid I'm wrong to say so I'd rather choose to be quiet.
Suddenly he turned off the unfinished song.
"Why turned off? Isn't the song finished?" my protest.
"It's okay. I think Dik Sinta is not comfortable with this song," he replied.
I fell silent again for fear of being mispronounced.
The car continues to drive down the winding road the same as the story of Mr. RT about the house of Mr. Seno. Go into the alley full of branches. I believe it is very difficult for people to memorize ancer-ancer to Mr. Seno's house, except for people with special advantages. Yes, maybe Mr. RT is one of them. Since leaving earlier, he had not experienced any confusion at all when clearly the path was full of branches. If I have to come here again, at most rely on google map only.
"Hm .. is near" he replied lightly.
"Sir RT, how can we memorize this area?" ask again.
"If I were to memorize all the areas in this city. I will be a sales first time ...," the answer is not finished.
"What time, sir?" manya curious.
"Nothing," he answered trying to hide his reason.
"What time, sir? Your sins make people curious," I urged.
"Time ... that time I wanted to relieve the pain of having my loved ones marry someone else" he replied.
DEG!
My chest came back to hear the confession of this man in front of me. If only I had known he would have given that answer, I would not have pressed him just now.
"I'm sorry, Mr. RT. I don't mean to hurt Mr. RT's feelings. But, Mr. RT knows for himself, right, what kind of condition it was at that time?" I answered to myself while looking at the back of this not-so-ugly man.
It turns out this is what it feels like to derail people's ideals to have us. Ah, let .. anyway Mr. RT has moved on and already has a wife child as well. These are just stories of the past that everyone has. I can't feel too guilty about it.
The car we were riding then stopped at the deoan of a luxury house that was located somewhat apart from the other houses. Mr. RT stopped his car right in front of the gate of the house.
"This is Mr Seno's house?" many ensure.
"Yes, Brother. Come on, we'll be right down!" answer Mr. RT.
I also got off the top of the car along with Mr. RT. I looked at the environment around the place. Suddenly my feathers goosebumps. This house is completely deserted. If anyone had done evil here no one would have known.
Mr. RT walked to the edge of the gate. There's a bell attached to the wall of the fence. He also pushed it once.
TING! VAT!
There was a sound of a bell when he pressed the white button. His voice wasn't so loud, anyway. Maybe because the speakers are placed in the house. After Mr. RT pressed the bell twice, we also waited for the reaction of the residents of the house. Suddenly my hair stood up again and I heard someone whispering in my ear.
"Run, Sinta .... Run ....," the voice of the old woman from behind me.
I looked back, but there was no one behind me. When I turned my head back to the front, I was surprised that Mr. RT was looking at me with sharp eyes.
SERIATE
Sorry to continue this story. I hope that readers will not run away.
Don't forget to read my finished novel.
GHOST VILLAGE
GHOST SCHOOL
Even though it is finished, it does not mean it is not continued anymore. There are still many unsolved mysteries in the story.