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Part 7 Mysteries at school

My body was still wrapped in a thick blanket, Papa hugged while leading me back to my own room. Om Gio and Rayi followed us. From the direction of the stairs, Mr. Dio and Bi Wati ran small, approaching.

"Where are you going?" ask Papa in a high tone.

"Sorry, Sir. When I saw someone coming, I tried to stop him. But instead I was thrown far away, and passed out under the Angsana tree there," pointed to Mr. Dio while holding his chest. He grimaces occasionally in pain. "Bi Wati is the same, sir. He I just found out in his room."

Papa did not respond to the two of them and again led me into the room. "You guys just take a break. The broken window, let's take care of it tomorrow" said Om Gio. I was still shivering in the cold, my body was trembling, and Papa was still trying to make my situation better. I lay down on my bed, Papa pulled back the blanket on the bed, and covered my body again with the blanket we had brought from the next room.

Everyone just stood still, looking at me. Their gazes varied, but all I noticed was Kak Rayi's gaze. I'm sure she's now looking at me as a strange, increasingly strange woman.

"What do you need, baby?" ask Papa to me. Staring at me in a soft voice. I just shook my head to respond to him. "Okay, if you need anything to say, yeah? Or do you want Bi Wati to make you some warm tea?"

"No need, Pah. I don't want anything right now."

"What do you feel now, Bil?" tanya Om Gio added.

"Just limp, Om. As usual." I looked at Brother Rayi who had been silent at the place where he was standing, he was just looking at me in the same position since then. Both of his hands were put into his pants pocket, making him look handsome. "Sir Rayi, is it okay? I saw ...."

He immediately smiled, removed both of his hands from the pocket, and walked up to me. Papa sitting on the edge of the bed also like giving us space to chat with each other. "Eum, you guys talk first. Papa same Om Gio down, want to check the situation below," said Papa while staring at the two of us alternately.

"Oh, yes, Om."

After the two almost old men came out of my room, Brother Rayi got closer and now sat on the bedside. He kept looking at me deeply, forcing a smile from his lips. But I'm sure, that smile was just camouflage to mask her true feelings. And, the problem is that I don't know what's on Rayi's mind after seeing that.

"If after this brother does not want to know me again, because I'm strange, it's okay, sister," I suddenly said. He frowned at my words just now. And now he just laughed, making me more confused. But I was a little upset, because I felt being teased by him.

"Why laugh?" ask me while pursing my lips, a sign of a hoe.

Rayi's sister just hardened her laughter, and made the cone on my lips more pointed. "Hey, why do you think that?" ask her while squeezing my nose slowly.

"...."

"Why try?" Back I was as if frozen by his attitude and the look in his eyes. Which at first I joined in the spotlight shady eyes, now I actually lowered my head in shame. Ah, not shy, groggy to be exact. The longer I look into Brother Rayi's eyes, the hotter my heart is made. Rayi's sister brought her face closer to me.

"Sir Rayi, uh!" I pushed her body away from me. He laughed.

"Gini, Bill. You need to know, if I never thought you were weird. Never at all. You keep me curious every day."

"Well?!"

"You know, if I've been watching you all this time. Even since you became a new student. Inget, no? The MOS first? That time you fought with one of the children of OSIS?" tanyakanya. I also try to recall the memory where a few months ago it happened.

"Oh, what am I craving for Sister Princess?" askaku. Because the incident had indeed been a while and I had almost forgotten about it, if only Brother Rayi did not discuss it again.

"Yes, you remember, right?"

"Hm .. yes, inget. So what does this have to do with our conversation?"

"Yes, at that moment, I was there. And I see you fighting with him. Since then I have been curious about you. You're not weird, Bil. But unique. You are different from the women I have met. "

"..." - ".I honestly don't know what to say. And a little did not expect that Brother Rayi had known about me for a long time. Because I found out about Rayi's sister only about 2 months ago. We were always together in taekwondo. I know his name but I'm not interested in his life. But 2 months ago there was an open tournament basketball ball event, and I accidentally watched the event on a whim. The event that took place at the Gelora Bung Karno stadium turned out there were representatives from my school. I who was running alone became curious. And finally watching it. There I met classmates, Zidan then pulled me to sit next to him. And from that Zidan I know the names of those basketball players.

And, I finally found out that Brother Roger and Kak Bintang were Kak Rayi's friends, when they came to Kak Rayi's taekwondo training a week after the basketball game. From then on, the names of the four people were so sounding in my ears. Apparently they are one of the gangs in the school that has an important role for the school. In addition to their family background, it is also the achievements of the four people that make many people amazed and try to want to be close to them.

"Nr ... Don't ever think so, yeah. Even if everyone might think you're weird, but you have to believe that I never thought that." He looked at me deeply, and made me even more cold. Jesus, Papa. Your son's feverish.

"Eh, Brother Rayi here what are you doing?" I asked as if I had just remembered this question. Rayi's sister immediately corrected her sitting position, "actually I just want to play anyway earlier. As I wait for the gate of your house to open, Om Gio appears. And, we are shocked to see what happened to you with your Papa. We stood long enough in front of the gate. Why did he show up again, Bil?"

"Hm, I don't know either. But clearly now he is gone. I'm sure it is."

"And what about you yourself now? Your foot ... is it okay?" tanyanya doubt.

I uncovered the blanket that covered my body, and showed my calf that had been horribly torn apart. Everything is back intact. "It's fine now. I also don't know why I'm gini, brother. Since I was a child I could see things that not everyone could see, no matter what the name, but honestly I did not like. Not only that, I also often see some kind of vision. Things that will happen to someone. How he lived, how he died, all of that man's lives. Until finally when I was 5 years old, there was a bad incident that happened to me. I'm kidnapped. The devil made me like his crystal ball."

"Devil?"

"Azazil."

"What?"

"Yes, brother. I was told to look at his future. Anybody who's gonna kill him, and how he died. To the point that my mother was in a coma, shaken. Papa keeps looking for me with his friends."

"Keep how?"

"Azazil's dead. In accordance with my initial prediction. I was just a kid at the time, I didn't know anything about it. Who is Azazil, how evil is he. And I only found out after I grew up."

"..."

"And after that kidnapping, I had this ability. Self healing. If I get hurt, however bad it is, my body seems to be able to heal itself, as long as I am laid on the sand, just like before. Before I was kidnapped, everything was normal. I often fall down, and get hurt. But the wound could not heal as quickly as before. I don't know why either."

"That's not weird, Bill. That's a gift from God, right? I'm sure there's a purpose for you to have this kind of ability. And, what you need to remember, is that you're not a freak, but a special person." My hand was held tightly by Brother Rayi. It gives me positive energy and makes me feel good again.

"Ehem." Papa's voice in front of the door made Brother Rayi's hand escape from me. He and I looked misbehaved, while Papa just silently stared at us flat. "Looks like you should go home, young man. It's late at night, you're going to school tomorrow, right?" asked Papa while pointing at the wall clock in my room.

"Eum, I'll go home first, yeah, Bil. I'll see you tomorrow" said Rayi.

Papa just shook his head slowly with a faint smile on his aunt. And I came back with a thick blanket over my body. Well, I'm tired too, and want to sleep now.

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Monday is the busiest day in school. Every Monday, we will conduct a flag ceremony that is routine in all schools. After yesterday's holiday, some people will also be late to school. And it almost happened to me. I came in 5 minutes before the bell came in.

Upon entering the gate, the boisterous atmosphere in the front court was very classic. But the ceremony this time was a bit different, because there was a small stage in the middle. With long banners on the edge of the field. This place is usually used for flag ceremonies every Monday or other big day.

There was someone there who caught my attention. Even since I passed through the gate he kept looking at me while helping others. Brother Rayi. I turned my head because it felt unable to resist those shady eyes. I feel so used to that look. And the gaze of Kak Rayi's eyes was like a magnet forcing me to look back at her. There is peace offered there. And I enjoyed it very much. I like that look. I don't know why.

I pulled both corners of my lips, as the look in my eyes met the look in his eyes. He did the same. Even his demeanor was cute, his hand was still holding some banners that were about to be put up, but Brother Rayi was not focused on the work in front of him, he instead kept smiling at me. To the extent that Kak Rayi's back was hit by Kak Roger, he also followed the direction of his friend's eyes. And of course he finally saw me. "Oh, panties!" brother Roger screamed and very loudly he said. Kak Rayi's ears in the jewel Kak Roger like a mother who scolded her child. They eventually returned to their work routines.

Ah, yes, I just realized that they are the manager of OSIS. It was funny to see Rayi's attitude earlier, and it managed to make me smile all the way through my legs. I started to climb the stairs to my class. My school is quite spacious, with many classrooms at each level. Classes 1 and 2 have 7 classes. Third grade has 9 classes. Because in third grade, it will be divided according to their respective majors. There are IPA, IPS, and Languages.

First class is in one building, below there are 3 classes, in the middle of 3 classes and remaining top class 1 class only. But on the third floor there were three classrooms with 2 empty classes. The room was new, but never used. My classroom is on the second floor. Located in the most peripheral room and also connecting to the third floor.

The second class is in my front building with the same building structure, three floors. But between the first and second grade buildings were separated by the teacher room that was indeed below. So from my classroom, I can see the classroom of Kak Rayi and her friends. Rayi's sister is in class 2-4 just like me. I'm in grade 1-4. While the third-class room is on the other side of the building, adjacent to other buildings such as halls, sports buildings and rooms for extra-curricular activities.

Entering the classroom, they were all preparing to leave because the bell had just rang loudly. Each began to wear complete school attributes, such as ties and hats. I hurried to my seat. It was by the window and I was sitting alone. In my class, choosing my countrymen is not only gender-appropriate, but even many female friends who sit with male friends. But I chose to sit alone. It happened that our absence was even, but there was one person who since the new school year had never entered school. Maybe move or something. But his name is still always called by the teacher who complains every morning.

Classes were deserted, only a few children were running in the corridor as they chased the time to attend the flag ceremony. I still checked the bag and took the attributes I was about to wear. All wear a tie, while pecking yourself in front of the mirror. My class has a mirror in front. And very useful for things like this. In fact, usually all the women in my class will stand there every time they will enter the class, leave the class at rest or when going home from school.

When wearing a tie, I was in a hurry for fear of being late. And will definitely be punished. But suddenly there was someone who entered the classroom, sitting in the back seat. Man, and I just saw him for the first time. Let him not be a student who from the beginning of new teachings did not enter. He was just sitting in that chair, because only the seats in the back row were empty. Shut up and duck.

"The bill! Come on!' zidan's screams suddenly emerged from the door. Suddenly I pressed my chest and glared at him. He immediately went downstairs and I caught up with him. The atmosphere of the school was quiet, some students who were still in the classroom ran to attend the flag ceremony. I run like students who are late to the field. And certainly be the center of attention of the other.

Some OSIS administrators began to order students to line up neatly. Brother Roger pointed at me who had just entered the line. It's just that I often look back. "God! Marginalize! Too late, yeah! Get in the line!" he said in a commanding style. I looked at him and stuck out my tongue. "Eh, nantangin, yes. You!" smith again. I then ran through the ranks and stood at the back, laughing as I managed to work on it.

Brother Roger's attitude at that time made several pairs of eyes look at us. I don't know what's on their minds. I clearly feel uncomfortable.

Ceremonies began, one after another the event had already been held. And it came time for the core event that was actually placed in the last order. The recruitment of new period OSIS members. Several names representing each class were called, and I began to feel uneasy. Moreover, remembering the sentence Papa yesterday, if I will join the board of OSIS new period.

Names not on the list were asked to return to their respective classes. Now I am in the ranks of people who are on the list, of course I will be one of the managers of OSIS later. It's predictable. Damnit.

Third-grader as the Chairman of OSIS this period began to give a speech and introduction, in essence we are candidates for a new board, and soon OSIS will be formed with a new member structure. There will be an OSIS chairman election. After the reception, we were asked to return to class, to take the second and third lessons, but after the fourth lesson we were told to regroup in the OSIS room.

The line was disbanded, I also started walking back to my classroom. Coincidentally in my class representative there was not only me, but also Zidan. And now I'm walking with Zidan back to class.

"When!" call someone. And when I looked it turned out to be Rayi's sister. He ran a little closer to us.

"Why, Brother?" ask me a stale base. Zidan, who seemed to understand the situation, returned to the classroom first.

"I'm doing fine. "

"Thankful deh. Don't forget to practice later, yes," he said again.

"God! These two are here, back to class. Eah!" grumble Brother Roger, take Rayi's hand. While Kak Bintang and Kak Faza just laughed looking at us. I turned my face away from being a bit embarrassed in this situation, turned towards the classroom and saw Zidan had already gotten into it. But suddenly his smile disappeared for a moment, when he saw the new student was actually standing in front of the class, and staring blankly around. "Remain him, huh?" my question is in my heart. Suddenly he walked up to the third floor. I was confused, but bad thoughts immediately dismissed with the assumption that he might be a child of class 1-7, a class that is on the third floor.

Ms. Nawang had already walked out of the teacher's room, and I immediately said goodbye to them. "Eh, I go first, yeah. Miss Nawang is out of the room, Bye!" I said as I waved to them and walked a bit quickly away.

"Okay, Bill," they exclaimed unpretently.

I taught Bu Nawang's steps. The woman I had estimated was 35 years old, looking over. Pulling next to his lips, "cock hasn't entered class yet?" his struggling question brought in quite a lot of class manuals. I immediately took the book without his consent. "Yes, Mom. Been told to gather for a while, make a new OSIS formation." Ms. Nawang did not refuse my help, and now she has sauntered lightly.

Now the first-class building was in front of us, and we both started walking up the stairs. Step by step we began to climb the stairs are quite a lot. "Mom, there's a new kid, huh?" manya curious. But actually I was just talking. So that there is a conversation with him. Because by chance Bu Nawang is my homeroom teacher.

"New kid? Our class?"

"Yes. Or maybe 1-7th grade?"

Bu Nawang looked up, typical of people who are thinking or looking for answers. Up there is nothing. "There is no ah. Who did you say?" ask her.

"Eum, it was like there were new students coming into our class."

"Rang you. Or wrongly see maybe. There are no new students. Even the mother's disciple was reduced by one, the Rio. I don't know where the kid is. I've been calling her parents not active."

"Have you gone to his house, Mom?"

"Already, Bill. But the house is empty. Maybe they're moving house, but why isn't there any confirmation. The school is confused. His Junior High School diploma is still in our school, so if he wants to transfer schools, of course, he should take his diploma again, right?"

"Yes too, yeah."

We didn't feel like we were on the second floor. Some of the classes we passed were still crowded, and it turned out that their guidance teacher had not yet arrived. Bu Nawang went to another class to tell them to shut up. I just kept following him. Until we finally got to our class.

The class was crowded, now suddenly quiet. Everyone was sitting neatly in their seats. I put down Bu Nawang's book and returned to my chair after getting a reward in the form of a thank you from him.

I sat on the third row of tables closest to the walls and doors of the classroom. By ourselves. Zidan sat down in the row beside me exactly, so we sat quite close. While in my row of tables there are only two pairs of women sitting at each table.

I glanced at the table behind Zidan. Blank. Maybe the student went wrong in class. And now we're starting to focus on lessons from Bu Nawang, mathematics. Damn it! I hate it!

Two hours of torture were finally over. Now Bu Nawang said goodbye after giving me a homework that made me scratch my head. When Bu Nawang came out, I turned to the window beside me. Where the second floor corridor is located. In each class half-wall is a glass that can look towards the right and left of the class. To our left is a corridor floor hallway. To our right is the view outside the school. Incidentally our class is directly adjacent to the football field owned by the local village. And there we also often do sports to find other, wider places.

The teacher who was teaching in the upper class came down with some of the students behind him, they brought a few stacks of books and I'm sure they did as I did. Help the teacher guide, all for the reason of avoiding the next lesson. At least after dropping off the stack of books, they will stop by the cafeteria to just buy candy.

A male student came down and suddenly entered our class, Well, he was the student who had entered this class this morning and moved up. Bizarrely. He's very unstable, my mind. The mysterious student sat back in the back seat of Zidan. Zidan stood up as he spread his hands up. He also yawned and immediately asked me to come down. We will go to the OSIS room to discuss the management of OSIS.

Before I came out, I turned my head again, to the man. But Zidan's hands are pulling me. He kept on babbling all the way. Asked many things, especially about my closeness to the four popular men in school. Brother Rayi, Brother Star, Brother Roger and Brother Faza. And the rumor that I was camping yesterday with them has spread like gasoline ready to be burned.

"Not intentionally, Dan. "

"No way, you're lying, right? What a story, Bill."

"Who did you get information from? Ngaco!" I kept dodging as I walked faster into the OSIS room. Zidan kept corrupting me until I told him all about it. But I have a myriad of ways to circumvent it.

When I entered the OSIS room, my body was suddenly pushed because it hit someone. "When? Sorry, sorry," said Mr. Faza. My body caught someone behind me. But not Zidan. But Brother Rayi!

"Well, on target" said Roger, who was also behind me.

"What the hell, Za."

"Here, just yell at you!" sindir Kak Faza to Kak Rayi. I just smiled and barged into the room. Zidan came in and kept calling my name.

This room is quite spacious, there is a circle-shaped table in the middle. And there were already a few people sitting with piles of white papers on the table. Chairs also began to be added because the table did not have enough seats and only enough for the old OSIS administrator. Later some of the old OSIS managers will also continue their organization while guiding us, the youngest generation. Well, of course the second-class brothers who will hold the leadership of the new period OSIS. And maybe we just got a part as a 7K and other section.

Meeting's starting. I kept quiet and just listened to the show from start to finish, Well, at least that's the plan. The seniors passed all the data that was in his hands. All the names called raised the hand of the omens of presence. I looked outside the room. The windows in the OSIS room are also made low, so they can see the scenery outside. I'm honestly getting bored.

"Rio Aditya?" call the head of OSIS. Everyone looked at each other, looking for the owner. The name is mentioned again. "Rio Aditya from grades 1-4? Where's the 1-4 representative?" ask again. Zidan raised his hand and invited me along. "We, Brother."

"You two?"

"Yes, but Rio's not there, brother."

"Ah, time? Who's signature is this?" ask him while showing the paper that has been signed. Before the event began, we were absent by inscribing signatures on each attendance list. Brother Andreas just repeat the name to memorize and recognize the face of each name.

"Huh? Time, brother? He had not been to school since the beginning of the school year" Zidan said.

"But I saw the guy. You were sitting next to me here" said another student, seriously.

"What true? Wrong look maybe." Zidan still continues to deny everything about the whereabouts of Rio, our classmate whom we have never even seen his face.

"I'm sorry, what kind of features are they, huh, brother?" I'm starting to feel weird.

"high. His hair was flaky, his face looked like an artist. Si ... Bentar, what's his name, that fierce chef!"

"Juna?" my many.

"Well yes!"

The deg! Heart hurts. His words seemed to justify what I had seen in class.

"And, really! Wasn't that Rio in our class? When Bu Nawan came out, he went to class. And sit in the back seat!" I said enthusiastically.

Now everyone is listening to our conversation. Zidan just scratched his head. "Yeah, you don't see?! There was! In class. In the morning want ceremony he entered our class, when you do not see also fitting you call me?"

Zidan shook his head slowly with a confused face.

"Hey, you're talking about Rio who won the maths race last year, right?" ask one of the other students.

"No idea" said Zidan confused. I'm the same because we don't know Rio at all.

"Attent. I have a picture of him." He took the phone and started to open it. Until I finally found something. "This, right? Rio you mean?" he asked while showing us the photo.

"Well yes!" I said and the student who said he was sitting with Rio earlier, who saw him sign the attendance.

"Crazy. You don't know, do you?" ask the person who knows who Rio is.

"You what?"

"He was an accident. His body has not been found yet. Falling in the woods near the city border. The whole family, too."

"Kok you know?"

"So she's my neighbor. I thought I told Mr. Eri about Rio. Didn't Miss Nawang tell you?"

"Bu Nawang just doesn't know. He said he was waiting for Rio or his family to confirm, because since entering he did not appear," said I who did hear it myself earlier.

"Steer. Don't you just sign it ..." said another student.

"Ghost!" the other sahut.

The atmosphere of the meeting began to ripple and uncontrollably. All mouths began to voice their respective opinions and horrors.

I began to think that it was likely that what he said was true. If it is Rio who since morning roamed around in school is Rio whom they are talking about, then it is indeed his spirit.

So where's the body?