Resa's pink bicycle parked near the motorcycle. Mr. Muh's Angkringan is always busy with children his age playing the guitar, playing games, and chatting with friends while eating and drinking. Resa entered the angkringan with steady steps, he gave the widest smile until his teeth were visible.Mr. Muh - the man with the thick mustache who was standing in front of the window - also smiled. "Good evening, Resa," he greeted when Resa sat down in one of the chairs."Good evening, Sir. It seems my Mother still has a lot of rice.""No, only five packs left. This is a bit more than usual, but not that much I think. Are you going to take the money today?"Resa nodded as she got up from the chair. He recalculated his rice packets without expression. He looked back at Mr. Muh, again he gave a smile without any burden about the rice packets left a little more than usual. "Can I have a plastic bag, Sir?""Of course."He put all the leftover rice from the packet into the black plastic bag that Mr

Dinner has just finished, Silva washes all the dirty dishes without the help of Sofi or Tengku. She did it while humming a little. After finishing her light kitchen work, Silva went to the bedroom.A comfortable room without schoolwork put the girl in a good mood. Silva lay her body on the bed, feeling the soft mattress and beautiful ceiling of the room truly heaven on earth.The corners of the girl's lips pulled upwards, forming a beautiful knot. The smile she never made at school, and tutoring. It's a shame because she only makes that smile when she's with her family, with people she trusts and never finds her weird.Someone's scream broke the silence of Silva's room. The pleasant atmosphere broke in an instant, Silva frowned while listening intently. The voice was getting clearer, but she couldn't tell where the figure was hiding. There was no one in this room, not even a ghost aura in every corner of the room."Help me." A female ghost who had talked with Silva appeared from insid

Sociology class finished so quickly, everyone left to go home. While Silva was still at her desk paying attention to the blackboard which still contained notes and home work that had to be completed tomorrow.Time passed so slowly, there was still a loud noise outside the classroom. The third graders still haven't come home, it looks like they are having additional assignments from the teacher. Silva sighed faintly when she saw Juwita in front of her.The female ghost smiled sweetly, she was sitting right beside Silva now. "Want to wait until when?""Until no one else was at school, I have to do it without anyone knowing.""Why?""Because no one will believe that I'm helping spirits, they will sneer and say I'm weird," Silva answered quickly. Her expression was normal, she seemed fine when she said that.However, Juwita felt that in fact Silva was not well. She was certain that the girl beside her was irritated by people who couldn't see spirits, and people who couldn't see spirits wo

She put a bouquet of white lily flowers next to the yellow frangipani tree. Silva gave a wide smile while giving a prayer for Juwita who is already in the afterlife. She wanted the girl to meet her family soon, especially her parents, whom Juwita had missed for a long time.The lesson that Silva got for this case is sincerity. Ikhlas accepts all forms of violence even though there is an intention to take revenge. She was happy to meet Juwita, and get many stories that she never got from other ghosts. The time was neither litle nor long, but it felt like I had known Juwita for a year. Though only a few days.Silva took a deep breath, she kept both of her hands in front of her skirt while she continued to pay attention to the fresh lily flower. She likes to give something she shouldn't give."What are you doing?"The sound made Silva quite surprised because suddenly Tama was beside her. Even though it's still very early in the morning, there should only be Silva and the school security

All students of class XI IPA 4 walked out of the room, they went to the school swimming pool which was not far from the class. Together with an old male PE teacher. His hair was white, and the front was bald.Silva walked ahead of Adi - her sports teacher. She opened the glass door so wide that all of her classmates could enter without opening the door. The blue chair she saw was used immediately without waiting for Adi to give the order.The middle-aged man was standing by the pool with a red whistle ready in his left hand. He counted one by one his students who took part in sports then walked towards the teacher's table at the end of the room. Lockers are kept along with chairs for students who are exercising.He reached for the red ledger with a pen, he began to take absences. There were only five students who did not attend, mostly the student council who had an obligation to attend meetings. He got back on his feet, forming small groups, four for each group. Boys don't mix with gi