
After rolling to and fro until the second shirt is not even shaped anymore, with mud stains where mana and also some blood spots that seeped from some of Faris' injuries due to yesterday's accident that were still not completely dry.
The breath of the two seemed to be panting like they were exhausted after running for miles, kilometers, Faris who saw no more resistance from Tazkia slowly let go of his arms when Tazkia felt he had calmed down and was fully aware.
"Ki... are you okay?" ask Faris later.
Slowly Tazkia began to regain consciousness, seeing that she began to open her eyes and look around.
"Where am I?" inner Tazkia.
Tazkia was quite surprised to see herself lying on a large expanse of pine trees around her as far as the eye could see. He looked around and his gaze stopped to Faris who was also sleeping on his back next to him but with a dirty and random shape just like him.
"Faris what's going on?" tazkia asked as she stared in confusion towards Faris.
"Thank God you've returned to normal Ki." said Faris with a faint smile towards Tazkia.
Just the words that came out of Faris' mouth made Tazkia even more confused and kept asking questions, meanwhile from a distance saw his friend and Rita running around coming to the two who were still lying on the ground, not without reason only the body both feel very sore and pain that may be the result of rolling on the ground directly without any pedestal.
"Well, doctor Faris are you all right?" tanya Sinta then with breath gasping for breath because running around in Aditya, Prasetia and also Rita behind him.
"I'm fine just calm down." said Tazkia as she raised her hand gesturing ok.
The two are then immediately helped and carried into the villa, no more questions flowing from the others, they only focus on helping Tazkia and Faris bebersih then told the two to rest.
After making sure both of them rest good Prasetia, Aditya and also Sinta continue the interrogation of Rita in the middle room because they think Rita is the key to all the questions that continue to revolve in the minds of the three.
Rita sighed long when she got a peeking gaze from friends Tazkia, until in the end Rita told all of her events to the three, starting from the childhood of Tazkia, Tazkia, tazkia playmates who turned out to be so-called creatures who are often called Wowo by villagers, to Tazkia's grandmother who died 8 years ago.
All three saw mangosteen mangosteen hearing Rita's story, now all the questions in their minds as if they had begun to be answered one by one.
"Then why didn't you say it in the first place about Kia's grandmother's death? after all, isn't she her grandmother, why didn't Kia even know that her grandmother was dead?" cerca Aditya who is curious about the puzzle of the Tazkia family.
"By my mind some families agreed not to tell miss, especially after sealing that time all the lady's access related to this villa was closed" replied Rita.
"Then why did Tazkia come here a while ago?" ask Sinta who also guessed hell.
"Then what should we do now?" ask Aditya then after Rita's departure from there.
"We have to tell Tazkia tomorrow, for now we better go to sleep" Prasetia said.
"Yes, my body feels like it wants to be broken all" said Aditya as if he agreed with the advice from Prasetia just now.
"Well then good night all" said Sinta got up and then waltzed away from there.
"Gue went back to the room first." said Aditya who was nodding back by Prasetia.
Prasetia fell silent while observing the departure of Sinta and Aditya from there.
"It seems my hope to have Kia was really run aground especially after seeing Faris who died saving Tazkia earlier" Prasetia said to herself
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The next day Tazkia and the others decided to return to Jakarta. Tazkia got a lot from her vacation this time, especially after she learned that her grandmother had died 8 years ago, making Tazkia to know that his mother told him to vacation in the villa grandmother not only to refresh his brain but intended to tell everything to Tazkia through various events in nature when in the villa these.
Now Tazkia knows the ability and privilege that belongs to him is not just happening without cause but because it is destiny that has chosen him long before he was born. Tazkia as much as possible tried to accept the fate that had been outlined for her, wouldn't avoiding or accepting make no difference?
Tazkia stared at the streets around with an indescribable feeling, she was very grateful to have Prasetia, Sinta, Aditya and also Faris of course who was always with her no matter what.
A smile was clearly engraved on her beautiful face when she saw the silly behavior of her friends, if you ask Faris how? Faris people are good at mingling, although the distance of their age is quite far but there is no gap between the five of them, is it true dream couples right? he never even restricted Tazkia from associating with anyone even though he knew that Prasetia harbored a taste for Tazkia, for Faris, trust in a relationship is much needed rather than just raising ego and jealousy from each other. It is a really wise man.
The journey continues the five of them down the streets so much in the growth of several trees on the left right, there is an occasional change of who drives between Prasetia and Aditya. Both of them did not allow Faris to drive because they were not ready to die, he said, are they funny? though the accident that Faris experienced was not due to the negligence of Faris but because of the interference of those who are invisible.
Tazkia's mind drifted far and wide, rewinding the memory of the grandmother's words that brought the black cat with her, the grandmother's words literally imprinted on her memory. Tazkia never thought that Faris' energy could neutralize his energy until it slightly closed his aura so as not to be smelled or abused for them they had other intentions in Tazkia.
Do you think the story of Tazkia's journey got here? of course there are not many more mystery-filled adventures waiting for Tazkia to solve. It's just that it might be a bit different because now Tazkia is more able to accept her who is different from her peers.
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