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We waited for Aunt Sita to speak, but she never said anything.

"Come, Ta. If you don't hang, we wait" said Clara.

"Over this time, every morning on my doorstep there was always a bouquet of flowers on the floor. But I never knew who the sender was" said Aunt Sita.

"Don't.." said Clara.

"Yes, maybe the Boby" said Aunt Sita.

We also while waiting for Aunt Sita to eat, we want to take Aunt Sita to her house. But it was rejected, because he felt that the Om Boby was now there.

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So we decided to look for Om Hendra's whereabouts.

"Where are we looking for Hendra?" ask Om Deni.

"You have his wife's number" replied Dad.

"But I'm afraid that his wife's mobile number is also transferred to Boby" said Om Deni.

"Find it to the closest people" said Mother.

"We're looking for information around his house" Dad said.

After that, we also left. We went to Om Hendra's house, Om Hendra's house was different from the city where Dad worked.

Forced today also we have to pry that information, in order to quickly solve this problem. It was a tiring trip, it took us almost two hours to get there.

Om Hendra was also in this city as a nomad, he worked in this office, also slept in the same mess with Dad. He also went home once a week like my father.

Because the trip was long enough, so we arrived in the city of Om Hendra before dusk. We don't know where the house is, we only know the name of the village. That made our search even more difficult.

From the beginning we arrived in this village, we asked to and fro but no one knew Om Hendra. We don't know his wife's name either.

When we just got here, we saw another bunch of young people gathered at the patrol post. We approached them just to ask. Mr. Budi parked his car on the side of the road close to the patrol station, then he got off to ask.

"Sore, Deck. Tanya, where is Hendra's house?" asked Dad when we first came to this village.

"Hendra's? Which Hendra is it, sir?" ask one of the young people who were there.

"That's, he works at (Calling the company name), do you guys know anyone?" ask Dad again.

"I don't understand, sir, I tried to ask my friend first" replied the young man again.

"Where is hendra nu? Anjeun ngartus? (Which endra? Do you understand?)," asked the young man to one of his friends.

"Abdi henteu lang. Nu sanes mah, kumaha? (I don't know. somehow, how?)," replied his friend, clapping the other hand.

"Abdi henteu bright oge, (I also do not know)," answered the others almost simultaneously.

My father looked dumb when he heard the young men talking to each other, I understood that he did not understand the language.

"Sorry, Sir. We no one understands, just ask the others" replied the young man.

"Oh, yes. Thank you, Dek," Dad said as he reentered the car.

"Yes, Sir. Same," answered them all.

Pak Budi also returned to drive his car further in this village.

"Where else, sir?" ask Mr. Budi.

"We're looking for it first, sir. There is no way one village does not understand" said Father.

We also kept looking for him. But still the same, from the beginning no one recognized his name Hendra.

"Well, if there's a mushola, we'll stop by first. Want to pee," I said.

"Yes, Dek," Budi quickly answered.

We pleaded, that we be facilitated in all matters. Including this issue.

After we prayed, we deliberately rested on the terrace of this mosque. Long enough we used the time to relax, until someone approached. Maybe our time from starting to finish the Maghrib prayer until the time isya'.

"Excuse me," said the fathers might be the same age as Dad.

"Yes, please" replied Dad.

"Where are you going, how many?" ask the father kindly.

The father sat near us.

"The intention is to find the address of our coworkers, but from this village no one understands" replied Om Deni.

"Well, what's his name?" asked the man with a curious expression.

"Hendra's name, sir," replied Father.

"Hendra's? Hendra, Saha (Who)?" ask the Father.

We were all in tears when the father used Sundanese. Neither one of us understood.

"Sorry, you don't understand, do you? I mean Hendra who?" the father repeated his question.

"The full name, Hendra Kendrik Setyawan," replied Father.

"Oh, the Kendrik? Here Kendrik calls, if you ask his name Hendra no one understands" explained the father.

"Oh my God, why didn't you mention his real name, huh?" sahut Mother.

The father also gave me his home address. He led us to the door. He also said that if they were friends since childhood.

Om Hendra's house is pretty big. When we arrived, the house looked empty. But several times knocking on his door, a middle-aged woman came to us.

"Saha anu anjeun? Hedra teu aya (who are you looking for? There is no property)," said the woman.

"Sorry, Mom. No one understands Sundanese. Do you speak Indonesian?" the Wife of Om Deni.

"I'm sorry, son? I thought you could" said the woman.

The middle-aged woman, first invited us to her house. It just so happens to be his house next to Om Hendra's. And this woman is also the mother of Om Hendra.

He explained that his son and son-in-law went to the city where Om Hendra worked. At first they often call and give news, or just remind to take the middle-aged woman's medicine.

"Where do they say they live, ma'am?" ask me to make sure.

"Say the hell, stay at one of the hotels. And it just so happened that the hotel was not far from his place of work," said Ms. Om Hendra.

I hear my heart beating fast I'm afraid that Om Hendra will be one of the victims of Om Boby.

"Well, what about Om Boby" I said.

Drr....

I heard the phone vibrate.

It turned out that voice was from Aunt Sita's phone. He seemed confused when he saw the phone screen. He looked at us, his eyeballs looking at us with a sharp look.

"Why?" ask Mother.

Aunt Sita showed me the message.

"My worship, where are you? I can't live without you, I don't know the direction of my life. You're the star of my heart, you're the one who's always illuminating my days. Don't you ever step away from me in my life" It's like this.

And in the bottom corner of the letter was a letter that read, "Your eternal love."

Seriate....

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