The Beautiful Dancer

Mystery —Jumat, 5 Nov 2021 10:22
The Beautiful Dancer
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Hi! This time I will tell the story of a student dancing community at a university. This community has many callings to fill both formal and non-formal events.

As a community, of course, we have a regular training schedule. The routine practice takes place on Wednesdays and Fridays at the university's Student Center (SC) building. The practice itself takes place in the afternoon until the evening.

That night, my friends and I practiced as usual. Up the stairs from the ground floor to the 2nd floor. Right in front of the 2nd floor stairs is the art community place. The place had a lot of stuff, of course art stuff they would use. But one thing has always caught my attention. Even when I first set foot in this building, it always made me pause. Painting of a Balinese dancer.

At first glance, there is nothing strange about the painting. Just an ordinary Balinese dancer painting. But not with me. Every time I passed the hall, I always exchanged glances with the dancer. With his round eyes, he looked at me. I just let it pass. "Maybe because it's the first time you've seen me" I thought at the time.

But it didn't. I have studied here for 3 years. For 3 years, the dancer looked at me faithfully, I passed through the hallway. Didn't utter a single word. He just stayed silent, staring at me as he walked from one end of the hall to the other.

Tonight my friends and I are practicing for the next day's event. As usual, if it's the H-1 event, then we have to match the dance costumes that will be used. From clothes to headdresses. All prepared in 1 room. That night we were a little excited and noisy because we were happy with the new costumes that we were going to wear tomorrow. One by one, we try and match the size of the clothes and skirts that we will wear. Everything was neat, complete, taken care of by each of us. Arranged neatly on the table in the corner of the room.

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We finished at 11pm. Because I felt I needed more rest, I chose to go home first, the others were still talking about many things outside of the finished training. That night I walked alone. Skipping classes that are no longer luminous. For some reason that night I wanted to turn right, towards a dark road that would then pass through a shady caringin tree. The street is flanked by 2 classroom buildings, which are dark of course. But I still want to go down that road. When he was about to turn, suddenly a strong wind blew, making the fallen leaves fall apart. I was a little surprised but still I continued my way. No one. It's almost time for the next turn. Suddenly the classroom window was knocked loudly from end to end. Like someone ran and knocked on the glass. *knock knock knock* I'm silent. Look around me. Still no one. I continue my way. Right in front there is a Caringin tree that stands proudly. My heart is beating faster. A little unsure to pass the tree, but still I continue. "Nothing will happen" I assured myself in my heart. Just as I passed the tree, a shrill laugh could be heard clearly. I was shocked, then ran. I tried to run as hard as I could because the sound was following me. Finally I arrived in front of my house. I entered in a hurry. Lock the door. Trying to take deep breaths to calm my heart. Luckily he didn't follow me inside.

The next day, my friends and I had to be in the practice room at 5. Something was strange when I walked into the practice room. The painting that always looked at me, this time didn't budge. I let it go because I had to apply my makeup this morning. When I entered the practice room. I saw my friends talking. A little panicked. Something went wrong. "why?" I asked. Suddenly they all looked at me who was still standing at the door. "The scarf is missing one" replied one of my friends. "Have you searched yet? Who knows what's going on," I said. My friend nodded "There's nowhere to be found. It should be a bundle of everything. Yesterday was right." That is true. Everything should fit. "Whose is missing?" I asked again. "Yours" he replied. I fell silent. Think for a moment, because yesterday everything was complete, I've checked it many times. "I'm down for a moment, want to buy a drink" I said. Lie. I want to meet the dancer. I stood in the art room, in front of the painting. He stood there, smiling sweetly. Completely dressed with batik cloth as a skirt, knickers, as well as a beautiful red scarf wrapped around her open shoulders. My scarf./Reg.

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