"ARIANA!"
The slope that is called ?human-eater? has acted again. The slope located on a sharp turn without a barrier makes it like a black hole - ready to devour the point of caution of
someone who is beginning to disappear.
The scream of an elderly person wearing an old batik--a traditional pattern in Indonesian clothing--shirt with small tears on the shoulder, roaring endlessly. Unafraid even though some people like the police, neighbors, and even clerics utter soothing sentences. Instead of being afraid of the sin according to the words of the man in the cap next to him, he convulsed, weakened, and then lost consciousness.
"Ariana ..." he whispered for the last time.
The sound of the camera, which was previously initiated by a flash, briefly illuminated that touching part, able to attract sympathy from various circles. Also - a gold that could
be taken home to the office. Sad and tragic are two words for the victim down there, while the sense of sorrow and grief that led to the anguish of consciousness was also equally shocking. At least, it's suitable to be the thumbnail for the news article
later.
"Did you see her spirit?"
Blinking, a student from an area not far from the ravine, also stopped by when the area suddenly became crowded again. Postponing her quality time to the young coconut stall.
She is still sane and has a humanitarian side. That's why she's there now.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I've been looking for it too. There's nothing here. Just ...."
"Just what, Sher?"
"Just ..." Sherdy swallowed her saliva, "Lots of other spirits."
The person stared, gaping. A second later, he whined and asked to hurry. "I don't care! Let's go!" With a snapping voice, making some people turn around. But they didn't give an
excessive response - focusing back on the corpse below the ravine.
Ariana, her name. A beautiful-faced girl - like a foreigner, that's what people say. She has waist-length hair that merges with her slender stature. A perfect combination. If only that
night the fair-skinned girl wasn't wearing too much jewelry, maybe her life wouldn't have ended so soon.
Ariana walked alone, right on the edge of the slope, her body was thrown after her necklace, bag, and ring disappeared.
***
Being someone without privilege is very unpleasant, that needs to be underlined. As the pen moves across the paper, she observes carefully, even though her focus is not there.
After understanding it almost all her life until she's nauseous,now, she is faced with a practical exam that has failed. The writing club she's pursuing is also a mess, the chairman has internal problems so he's been absent for almost two months, some other members are tempted to leave and enjoy making school content. They say, everything about writing is boring.
What can Sherdy do? She's just a poor girl, not pretty, not smart, and never lucky.
"Go fill the school bulletin board! You're free!" she snapped after mimicking. "You're so annoying!" she said again, after seeing some of her classmates had approached,
then walked away with rolls of paper, which were the trimmings for the content.
"See, they're really annoying. I'm left alone in the classroom! Damn, they're so bad!"
Hearing a laugh, Sherdy lazily turned her head back.
"What?"
Again, a laugh before followed by another voice. "You're just a freakin' loser, Sher. You dare to say that after they left, hahaha!"
"Shut up! Get out of here, your face is ugly!"
"Hahaha. I'm ugly, huh? You want to talk to me means I'm not ugly. If I'm ugly, what happened last week would have happened again. Hahaha."
Sherdy glared. Her efforts to forget the occupants of the school warehouse were in vain. She was forced to remember when a giant black creature dropped a head from its slimy
yellow teeth. Unfortunately, the head belonged to her junior who died of a heart attack last year.
Of course, that was just a ruse, because the school did need a sacrifice.
Sherdy swallowed her saliva, starting to feel trembling. "Hahaha, so pale! Just like shit, pale!" Sherdy is still strong enough to respond to the unseen being next to her with a glare.
"Whatever, talking to a stupid creature like you is useless."
"Eh ... you're just a loser who pretends to talk dirty!"
There is a flash to throw the dictionary, but of course it is useless, it would just pass through.
***
"Ria was buried in Surabaya."
Sherdy nodded slightly. Her innocent yet sometimes fierce-looking face made her suit the gentle behavior. But not when ghosts were bothering her. It's not suspicious if she stops by for a while. Just to pay her condolences, she thought. Although surprised because her
guess didn't reach that far, she thought Ariana was a native resident there. But, no.
The breeze took her a little away from her destination. Although her home was already close. Walking on the village road until she reached the three-way intersection, her body was about to reach the main road - full of dense trees.
"Um."
"Hi," She greeted softly. Sherdy is the type of fierce girl but shrinks when faced with the public. This time, her effort to lower her voice yielded good results. "Waiting for the
evening?"
Laughed for a moment, then followed by a crisp laugh. "Yes. Are you looking for someone?"
"Er - " Maybe this one used to be a kind of psychic. "I...I'm looking for Ariana's spirit."
"Ariana?" She furrowed her brow. "There's no spirit named Ariana."
"That... who fell here yesterday. You must know, I saw you, you know."
"She was taken home, she's not dead yet."
"She's already been buried," Sherdy pressed, her eyebrows coming together as a sign of seriousness.
Silence. The spirit didn't answer, maybe they were both pondering the impossibility.
"Check again, you must be a stupid human, right? Don't ask me about living people!" She retorted. She sounded so sensitive because her facial expression suddenly became
unfriendly.
Sherdy remained silent. She knew the spirit in front of her's past life; no better than her own. Even aside from being raped by her own father, her spirit was toyed with and given the effect of a living death in such a painful way, before finally being killed. At least the reception for Sherdy was quite warm.
***
In a room that at first glance appears to be all black or gray. There is a chair in the middle with a body dangling on top of it. The long hair from the back of the head all falls forward, completely covering the face.
No air gap is detected, even if it comes from the respiratory system that has become a complete partner of the living body. A few days have passed, and a spider begins to
create a room in several corners. The animal moves from behind the chair, walks funny then stops on the lap. Round black eyes appear small and adorable there, revealing fangs and then using them as suction cups.
In an instant, the animal becomes larger, then crawls to another place."Wake up." A voice speaks without being preceded by a presence. "Become both a demon and an angel after this."
The spell unleashed seems to contain high-level magic, capable of awakening the dead. The face that was previously bowed is lifted, revealing a pair of open eyes, showing a fullfledged painting of another realm. A captivating smile follows, followed by a white shine forming fangs.
"Yes, this is my Ariana."