Chapter 3 Part 3_Anarchist

"Oh my! You can talk. I'm so happy to hear it!"

Even though she couldn't touch him, Ainsley still moved her hands around Caldwell's face, as if she could hold his handsome face.

"The girl in the red dress doesn't understand Indonesian, so I spoke to her in English. I thought you couldn't speak English, Indonesian or other human languages. Oh! Yeah! Is there a civil language? If there is, we----"

"Sweetie... Daddy can I come in?" Carel called out outside. Inevitably, the question and answer session with the handsome man had to stop.

Blame Ainsley, who had a high-pitched voice, of course Carel, who happened to be passing by in front of his room, was a little confused.

Even though it had been going on for a long time, Carel still couldn't adapt to the changes in Ainsley that had started to appear when the beautiful girl was three years old.

"Yes Daddy," Ainsley said, not too loudly. The girl smiled brightly at her father's handsome face when the door opened.

Even though he was getting older, Carel was still too handsome for a father with an 18-year-old child. Sometimes Ainsley was afraid that Carel would cheat on her mother behind her back. But since she was able to read Carel's mind, Ainsley was very sure that her worries would not come true

Her father was madly in love with Mommy Cleyrin, very much more than herself but lost by two numbers to Ainsley. Daddy loved Ainsley much more. Mommy lost by two numbers. Instill that.

"Earlier Daddy heard you talking, Ainsley was talking to a supernatural being again----

Before Carel finished his sentence, Ainsley nodded innocently. "That's him beside Daddy. He's very handsome Dad, that's why Ainsley invited the ghost to stop by here," Ainsley explained. Smiling faintly at Caldwell, who was now lying on the floor. Truly a creature who obeys the rules of the game, hearing Ainsley's words just now, Caldwell immediately moved aside from Carel.

Taking a deep breath, Carel held the girl's shoulder. It turned out to be true that Ainsley had started to go crazy with ghosts.

"Daddy!! Ainsley is sane. Ainsley doesn't like Daddy the same as Mommy. Mommy says every day that Ainsley's brain is starting to go haywire, even though Mommy doesn't understand Ainsley's feelings."

The beautiful Ainsley grumbled over her Daddy's bad thoughts. How could Carel think that Ainsley was indeed crazy like Cleyrin?

"It's not fair, Ainsley can't read Daddy's mind without Daddy's permission," Carel warned.

"It just happened, Ainsley was helpless," Ainsley replied innocently.

Carel carried Ainsley in his arms. "I love you more," he said.

"Ainsley knows Daddy. Ainsley is fine, the ghost friends that Ainsley met are all fine, not like Daddy imagined. If Daddy could see. It's not like in Daddy's horror movies, they're like us too. The difference is they're paler. They---"

"Don't read Daddy's mind sweetie," Carel said softly, it didn't feel fair if Ainsley knew what he was thinking.

"They still have a duty on earth. When the time comes they'll also go home. They don't want to be like this either, they're forced by Daddy. They're not bad, trust Ainsley."

"It's okay if Ainsley is comfortable being friends with those who are invisible. But Ainsley has to maintain Ainsley's self-esteem too. Ainsley wants to be called crazy by people, hm?"

The girl shook her head weakly. "Ainsley is called crazy by many people, so Ainsley is immune. Sometimes being friends with ghosts is much better than with humans who are like ghosts."

Finally, Carel gave up. No matter how strong she gave her opinion, she still lost to the National Debate Champion, like Ainsley

"Mommy went shopping with her friends, Daddy also has to go to the office. Do you want Ainsley to come or stay at home?" Carel asked softly.

Suddenly, a call from the office urged Carel to leave right now. Even though he still wanted to spend time with his beloved daughter.

"Ainsley wants to do her homework, Daddy just go," said Ainsley, trying to be strong. Accustomed to being left behind, Ainsley got used to it.

"Daddy will be home soon. Don't go anywhere sweetie, stay at home." The sudden rule came out of Carel's mouth. The handsome man got up from his seat after stroking the top of Ainsley's head.

"Daddy?"

"Yes love?" Carel turned around, staring closely at Ainsley.

"Don't go past the main road, there will be a fatal accident there. A large truck lost control and hit an Avanza Xenia car along with three motorbikes. There was only one fatality and the others could be saved." Sometimes the weirdness is what makes Ainsley unique.

Different Ainsley

Weird Ainsley

And

Unique Ainsley.

***

While continuing to write, Ainsley invited Caldwell to talk. The handsome man had started to dare to let out his golden voice, and he was even more attached to Ainsley.

"Don't you know why you died? Of all the ghosts I know, most of them just have to complete a mission, then they can go home."

"I don't know, suddenly I was on the tree. The girl in the red dress said that if I was hungry, just eat a mango leaf. After that, she went who knows where."

Caldwell's explanation was enough to make Ainsley laugh out loud. "You're so innocent, huh. The girl in the red dress doesn't even want to eat mango leaves. She steals other people's food when she's hungry, she also likes to tease me, and now you're her new victim."

Instead of being offended by Ainsley's story, Caldwell smiled at himself. Looking at Ainsley with a big laugh was very enjoyable.

Without Ainsley realizing it, she was the one who was much more innocent. After laughing deeply enough, Ainsley took a sip of warm milk made by Aunt Ajeng. "Why are you smiling?"

"You're beautiful."

"You're handsome too," Ainsley said with feeling. "But unfortunately, we're from different worlds," she continued.

Caldwell's smile began to fade from hearing Ainsley's words. "Moreover, I don't like you, I like Alfred. So don't tease me with that sweet smile, I won't look away."

Now Caldwell's smile had completely faded.

"He's handsome, right?" Ainsley pointed to one of Alfred's photos that filled her cellphone gallery.

Even though there was no answer or even a nod from Caldwell, Ainsley continued. "I call him 'Al' and starting today I'll call you El."

***

Bright morning, Ainsley's beloved handsome Daddy has finished preparing his car. Today Carel will take Ainsley to school.

"Ready sweetie?" Carel blinked.

"Yes Daddy!!" Ainsley cheered.

Cleyrin chuckled softly, then her wise thoughts began to wander. "THERE'S NO SPEEDING IF YOU STILL WANT TO LIVE. HEAR, RIGHT?"

The two humans with not very different morals, instantly shuddered. Mommy was terrifying with a face like Dracula who had just screamed.

"Don't worry Mommy, Daddy is already a pro player," said Ainsley, but was rewarded with a soft slap from Cleyrin.

"Rel----"

"Yes honey.... you don't need to worry. It's like you've never driven a car before." The head of the household intervened.

The atmosphere was suddenly surrounded by hot air. Ainsley quickly pulled the lunch from Cleyrin's hand, then kissed Cleyrin's forehead softly. "See you Mom," he said, not forgetting to blink one eye.

"Mom, Mbak Kunti's long hair is sticking to Mommy. Don't worry Mom, she's fine."

"AINSLEY!!!"

"Good luck studying sweetie, Daddy will pick you up later when you get home," Carel said briefly, not long after his car left the school yard.

Now Ainsley stood alone, after her father's car had completely disappeared from her sight.

"Good morning my love." Someone greeted Ainsley from behind. Ainsley quickly turned around, finding Amyne behind her with two heart-shaped lollipops.

Ainsley smiled warmly. Amyne was the only person in the class who was truly sincere in being friends with Ainsley. The others were just friends, they were afraid of Ainsley and being friends with Ainsley was a pretense.

"Come in!" Ainsley invited. Both of them enjoyed the lollipops while occasionally laughing a little.

"I have got a new friend, My," said Ainsley.

"What's he like now? Beautiful, handsome, fat, black, white or scary----"

"Handsome!! He's very handsome," said Ainsley, without the slightest hesitation. Amyne also nodded in understanding, understanding more about Ainsley, Ainsley's character and Ainsley's habits.

"Where is he now?" asked Amyne, of course just a formality.

"Beside me," answered Ainsley.

With that, Amyne stopped walking, followed by Ainsley. Amyne waved at the unreal shadow that she said was beside Ainsley.

"Hi, nice to meet you," said Amyne, then continued walking.

"Hi too, he said," replied Ainsley with a laugh.

Arriving in class, the two of them started to sit neatly. One minute more, class would start.

After finishing taking out the first period textbook, Ainsley smiled thinly, almost imperceptibly. Finding Caldwell chatting with the figure who haunted their class. The two of them looked very close, they even sat side by side on the teacher's desk.

In the corner of the room there was a man in a black hoodie, a hoodie that never left his body. Reading carefully, copying a book, then looking for something in his bag. All of these activities did not escape Ainsley's attention.

Just a simple activity by a high school student, but that's the reason. Because Ainsley fell in love more and more. Rumor has it that the man had many black hoodies but that wasn't the main problem.

Why did it have to be a black hoodie with a different picture every day?

Why did he have to wear a hoodie with a scary picture like a skull? Even during sports time, the hoodie was still attached.

Strangely, no teacher reprimanded him. Could it be because he was an outstanding student at this school?

Ainsley also excelled, but Ainsley was once reprimanded for wearing a hoodie at the wrong time, like in class.

If only Ainsley could read his mind, if only Ainsley knew about him and if only he wanted to be friends with Ainsley.

Even when receiving his report card, he never brought a representative from his parents. He went alone, as if nothing had happened.

Even though he was the ideal, there were also those who ostracized Alfred. Considering the man strange, scary and, of course, heartless.

His nature showed who he really was. Strangely, Ainsley felt that all of that was odd.

An oddity that she could not understand.

While still in her reverie, suddenly the man stared at her.

Very sharp, as sharp as a sword. Ainsley quickly adjusted her sitting position, at least away from Alfred's deadly gaze.