Am I Different?
Mystery of Little Girl (3)

I went back to Sister Ega's house, when I got home soon I was looking for my father. I want to tell you about my vision that just happened.

"Dad," I'm looking for Dad.

"Yes Dek, I'm watching television" Dad replied.

I immediately approached my father, hoping he could help the little girl. The mother who had accompanied me was just following behind me.

I also wanted to know what vision had just happened. After being in the room where the television was, I immediately sat down beside my father.

"Where's the walk to Mom's same Deck?" ask Dad.

"A vacant house behind this house, Dad," I replied.

"There is an empty house? Then what do you want from there?" ask me by looking me in the eye.

"Well, he's always interested in one ghost" said Mother.

Dad looked me in the eye, and there I saw his eyes filled with questions.

"Yes, well, she's a murder victim and her own mother's killer" I said.

"Don't tell me you want to help unravel the mystery" Dad said.

I just nodded, maybe my father has memorized my wishes.

"No need to Deck, this is in the city of people who do not know the ins and outs," said Father.

I heard my father's words immediately singing my mouth. I don't know the area, but I want to help uncover the mystery.

Mom and dad looked at each other and saw me frowning. I saw my mother nod her head towards my father.

"Okay, I'll allow it, but it shouldn't go too far" replied Dad.

I threw my smile at my dad. After that I told my father about my vision. (Keyla's vision read in Part.Mystery of Little Girls (2) ).

Mom and Dad listened enthusiastically to my story. Not infrequently also the father and mother frowned, what else when hearing my story about his mother with the heart to pry both his eyeballs. After I finished telling the story, the two of them began to give their responses.

"There is a possibility that the little girl's body is still there, her grave is under a tree around the house" said Father.

I nodded my head again.

"It's criminal Well, we can't do anything, only the police are entitled to the case" she said.

"Let's go to the police, ma'am," I said.

"Can't come from Dek report, let alone we don't have strong evidence to drag his mother into the realm of law" said Father.

We were all silent, I didn't know what to do either.

"Why don't we ask the people around the first Well about kidnapping or murder? Who knows, the little girl's father does not know what his wife did," I said.

Father and mother looked at each other, they seemed to think of something.

"How's Well, Mom," I said again.

"Mom inget, Mr. Udin has been working here for a long time, who knows he knows about the kidnapping," Mother suggested.

Mr. Udin is the gardener in this house. I got out of my seat, immediately looking for Mr. Udin. My mom and dad were just following behind me.

"Pak Udin," I called Mr. Udin who was working to tidy up the garden of this house.

He also looked towards me.

"Yes, Non" said Mr. Udin as he ran towards me.

"Yes, how can I help you?" ask Mr. Udin.

"Let's go in the house first, sir," asked my mother.

We were all sitting on the sofa, Mr. Udin was just sitting on the floor.

"Well, what's under Sir? Here sit on top," said Dad.

"No sir, I'm just sitting here" replied Mr. Udin.

I heard Mr. Udin's reply, immediately followed him on the floor and my parents followed my way.

"Loh, sedoyo gengan lenggah teng sofa mawon (You all sit on the sofa only)," said Mr. Udin.

"Sir Udin, use Indonesian only yes, I do not understand," I said.

"Yes Non, you sit on the sofa just let Mr. Udin sit on the floor" said Mr. Udin.

"We are not polite dong will be later, oh yes if we mending call the name aja Yes Sir," said Mother.

"Express Ma. What happened to sir, Mom, to call me here?" answered Pak Udin with his voice that medok typical of Javanese timuran.

"Mother has been working here for a long time? Have you ever heard of the case of a child being kidnapped around this estate?" my many.

"I happen to be a native here, my house is in the village next to the housing of Mbak," replied Mr. Udin politely.

Mr. Udin was told to call us a name that is younger than him, but he still called us by the name of Mother, Mother or Father.

"Continue the kidnapping, how about sir?" ask again.

"Near here never heard of the abduction of Ma'am, which I know is in the village next door and the child who was kidnapped until now the balloons were found" replied Mr. Udin.

"Do you know the home of the parents who were kidnapped?" Mother asked.

"I know the house of the boy's father" replied Mr. Udin

"Let's take us there, sir" take me.

Before Mr. Udin answered, I got up from my seat and set foot towards the main door. My mother also stood up, shaking her head every time she saw my actions.

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We all entered Dad's car, Mr. Udin sitting next to me in the back seat. Dad drove the car to the house of the little girl's father with a guide of Mr. Udin.

Not too far from the house we went to with the housing Kak Ega. It didn't take long for us to arrive.

I quickly got out of the car. So I was about to fall because I was too hasty when I walked.

"Keyla, be careful" said Mother.

I knocked on the door of the house that Mr. Udin meant.

"Guest, as soon as (Yes, briefly)," a voice came from inside answering the knock on the door.

"Snap up?" I wondered as I looked towards my parents who were standing behind me at this moment.

"A little Deck," replied Mother.

I found out Mom's answer, then smiled. The door of the house began to open, from behind the door was seen the Fathers who might not be far with my father.

"Monggo mlebet (please enter)," said the father.

I just stood at the door before my mom and dad invited me into the house.

"Come on Deck, tell me to come in," Dad asked.

"He-he-he, don't talk Javanese first, I don't understand" I said.

The father who owned this house, heard me smiling at me.

"What's up?" ask the owner of the house.

"I'm Dimas Sir, this is Alifia my wife, this is Keyla my son and this is my brother Mr. Udin" he said, pointing at us one by one.

Father introduced us one by one to the owner of the house, it seems my father deliberately called Mr. Udin his brother, because he appreciated him very much. Mr. Udin who heard the words of father can only be silent while looking at father.

"I'm Yadi" replied the owner.

Don't want a lot of words, I immediately spoke my purpose here.

"Where is my wife going?" my many.

When I knew my vision, they used Javanese. So what they say doesn't know at all.

"I've split up, what's wrong?" ask Mr. Yadi.

"Has the son of the father who was kidnapped been found?" Mom Asks.

"Slope," replied Mr. Yadi looking sad on his face.

"We just want to tell you about the vision of my son, it happens that my son including indigo children and my son know a little about the body of the father's child," said Father.

Mr. Yadi heard my father's words in shock, because my father said the word corpse. Mr. Yadi was crying.

"What's your fault, son, so that there are people who can kill you," said Mr. Yadi while crying.

Mr. Yadi continued to speak but I did not understand him.

"His mother is Sir" I said again.

He saw me.

"His mother died when she gave birth to him, before the kidnapping we lived with her" said Mr Yadi.

"What does Nak Keyla mean, she killed him?" ask Mr. Yadi.

I just nodded.

"Site!" said Mr. Yadi by emphasizing his voice.

"Prophe Sir," said Mother.

Mr. Yadi hurriedly walked a little run somewhere to go. We're all just capable of chasing after him not wanting to ask. I know he was sad with anger.

We arrived at a house not far from Mr. Yadi's house.

Wh-tok-tok....

Mr. Yadi knocked on the door hard.

"Siti, open the door (door)!" said Mr. Yadi with a shouting tone.

"Koe tego mateni my son (you could kill my son)," said Mr. Yadi again.

Neighbors closest to this house also gathered because they heard the screams of Mr. Yadi. They whispered to each other what they said.

The door opened, looking exactly the same woman as the one in my vision. They fought using the Javanese language again.

"Please, sir, let's take it to the realm of the law" said Mother.

When I heard her words, the woman was about to run. Mr. Yadi quickly caught him.

"I choose Motore Pak (I borrow the bike Pak)," said Mr. Yadi to his neighbor.

"Ndamel car e kulo kemawon, kulo pendet rumiyen (just use my car, I take it first)," said Dad while running.

After the car arrived, we immediately took the woman to the police station. The woman just laughed without any guilt on her face.

Arriving at the police station, the woman also admitted to her actions. He also talked about his behavior before the little girl died, even talking about the boy's eyes.

Mr. Yadi cried, when he realized that the one in the bag of crackles was placed on the doorknob was his favorite child's eyeball.

Mr. Yadi was about to hit the woman, but was stopped by Dad.

"It's the law sir, don't play violence" Dad said.

The police swiftly dropped down his troops to do TKP in the empty house. I invited them to the place to show it, when I arrived at the empty house, residents around flocked to see our activities.

The police dug under a tree near this house. I looked towards the terrace of this empty house, the figure of the little girl appeared. He threw his smile at me. Maybe he's happy the case is over.

"Matursuwun (Thank you)" said the girl.

Before I answer, I ask my mother.

"Mom, what's Matursuwun?" my many.

"Thank you, Deck" replied Mom.

After knowing the meaning, I immediately looked towards the little girl. I nodded my head while smiling. Slowly the little girl disappeared.

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