Abandoned House (True Story)
True Story - I'm back Part 2

The rustling of rain was clearly drenching the trees around evenly, even Jas-Hujan I was wearing was now no longer able to withstand the swift water that began to soak my Sweater and jeans.

A faint rumble of lightning occasionally sounded thunderous with the increasingly violent rain, lucky that Arif and I had arrived at the gate of the Lodge house.

There were almost no significant changes to the Lodge house, all still looking the same, like the last time I left this house, causing a big question mark in my mind. Whatever they've been doing all this time.

In the front yard there is a sand dune covered with a blue tarp crushed by a sand filter made of wire gauze and beams. And on the right side, precisely a parking space, still lined hoes and buckets that are commonly used by workers. Suana house looks quiet and quiet, even though the lights are visible in a state of light.

"This isn't the guy, Rif? Don't you run away again!" my gusar, with a slightly loud tone, compensated for the sound of the rushing rain.

I got out of the vehicle and went to the gate and looked into the house.

"Surely," replied Arif, leaning his motor and then approached the walled iron fence.

The drakk!! Draka!!

"Morangg ... " Arif yelled while hitting the iron fence with his motor key.

Not long after we waited, a thick-bodied man with black hair, came out from inside the house. His stature is not so tall, the man appears to be wearing a plain white t-shirt and a sarong as his carry. Holding back rainwater with his left arm stuck to his head, he ran using a flip-flop to open the padlocked gate from the inside.

"I'm sorry Mas ... In the room, no one sounds!" he said he was trying to open the fence as quickly as possible.

"Where is Mang, Ning lonely?" ask Arif, help shift the fence.

"There Mas ... Again on watch bola—" He prepares to close back the front gate, "In and In, Mas!"

With a quick step, I headed forward and immediately opened the rain-soaked suit.

"Abis all!" muttered.

"You're talking!" timpal Arif, just arrived at the front felt.

"Why is it raining in the rain anyway, Mas? ... I made coffee, huh."

"Well, you can, tuh!" Ariff Arrangement.

My eyes widened when I looked at the room we used to use now looked very dirty and unkempt.

"Amburadul very this room!" I squealed, rubbing almost completely wet hair.

"Yes, ever since you got sick, Den. The kids never come here again" said Arif, I twitched my chin.

"Mang, please enter the dong motor," continued Arif, giving the key to the man.

"Continue cleaning again?" nadaku a little cynical, disappointed to see our room so dirty, even the foam carpet we used to use now looks very dull— filled with blackened stains. The floor around the room is very dusty mixed by Sement and coarse sand.

"No, that's it, right, room number two is over!" obviously Arif, while looking for clothes in the bag we carry.

I went from sitting to approaching the door of room number two and, how fascinated I was when I opened the door. The whole room looks so exotic and luxurious.

"Wow, cool!" I shouted, casting eyes in all directions.

The room that was used for storage of building materials, has now become a luxurious room.

The whole wall is coated with 3d wallpaper that adorns the surface. The ceiling of the room already uses a gypsum ceiling with a blackish blue cloud motif, looks very beautiful. Equipped with a lamp design that resembles the moon and stars, it looks sparkling to illuminate every gap in the ceiling.

Not only the room that has been modified, but all the equipment in this room looks well maintained and new. Like a large bed, complete with a pillow roll neatly arranged on a white Badcover patterned bluish flowers. Not to mention that the device we used was completely moved to this room.

"Gue goes into it all, AC, TV, PS, and Refrigerator. Than a broken follow-up!" said Arif, full of authority.

"Sip, please! Steady! I was going to get angry because I was confused about where to molest," I replied, I closed the door again, room,

"how is this about workers, Rif?" I closed the door again and walked to the seat in the living room.

"Yes, how, yeah! You're the one who's trying to say the same to them."

Bruuk!!

The middle-aged man returned to our room with his hand out, "Here's Mas, the key to the bike."

"Oh, yes thank you, Mang—" Arif glanced at me, "Oya ... Get to know this, Deni. He's Mr. Yudi's sister too" Arif added, followed by a faint nod.

"Oh ... Mr. Bos—'s sister" He thrust his arm into my arag, "I'm Tohir, Mas."

"Bec-yes ... I'll hold it for a moment, yes, Mas ... " Mang Tohir passed, and entered room number three.

"How about you, Den?"

"Yes, if the reason makes sense. We can't take them, Rif. Most we can do is just anticipate the event kayak gini repeated again, by way of giving contract agreement for all workers who will enter next."

There was a faint conversation of several men from inside room number three, perhaps even Tohir was taking two friends to meet me. And sure enough, two men appeared to be peering from the doorway.

"It's just a hunch ... Gather it here!" call Arif, and the two men come to us. Followed by mang Tohir.

Not wanting to say much, I threw in the question, "Mang ... Do you really want to go home?" They stood by leaning against the wall.

"Flame, Mas—" mang Tohir bent his face, "we want to go home." He seems to be the leader of this team, because he is the only one who speaks up. Instead of two colleagues who just stand with their faces down.

I was silent for a moment, thinking of the right solution to this problem.

"Gini Mang ... First, surely Mr. Yudi wants this house to be finished soon, he has poured a lot of funds for this project," I glanced at their faces one by one that looked flat. "So, if Mang Tohir wants to resign. At least there should be! Who is ready to replace Mamang position," I continued.

"Yes, I understand that. But we are no longer able, long time here," said Mang Tohir, loudly.

"okay ... So what's the problem, Mang? Maybe we can find a solution together" I replied, burning a cigarette.

They just exchanged glances with each other, seemed to want to talk but hesitated.

During the conversation, this focus turned to a burly man, who ran down the stairs from the second floor and disappeared behind the walls of room number three— towards the kitchen. His stature was almost the same as the workers, but his complexion was so pitch-black.

I furrowed my brows, and turned towards Arif, "Workers here Threesome, what four, Rif?" tanyaku.

But it was even Mang Tohir who looked agitated and exclaimed, "We're just the rest of the Threes, Mas!" I nodded faintly full of doubt.

"Mang Tohir doesn't need to give any reason. I understand it!" reply me, in a flat tone. "But still on work intention, right?"

Hearing that, back Mang Tohir exchanged glances with his partner, "We are married, Mas. I should have worked. Tap—"

I stick out my arm, and open my finger, "Stop, Mang! I've already got the solution," prune me, of course make them dumbed down and grinned with a smile.

Now I'm starting to understand why they don't work in this house. I thought it was all gone, but this assumption was wrong.

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