
The next morning Sari and her team had prepared. Mang Aa also who had not fallen asleep from last night had made a special ritual on the equipment that Sari and her team would wear for coverage.
"You guys ready?" Ask Mang Aa
"God willing!" Answer Bagas represents his colleagues.
"Good, I hope this time there are no more obstacles." Mang Aa said excitedly.
"Well, aren't we coming?" Sari asked while putting some items into her bag.
"Sorry Mamang nda can come, but calm aja semalem already Mamang bantuin kok. God willing, be safe today." Mang Aa replied while smoking her cigarette back.
Bagas somewhat calmly heard Mang Aa say, he also expected the same. As expected around 6 o'clock the team is ready to leave for Mr. Koswara's house using 2 cars.
Bagas immediately divided his team into 2 groups, deftly they immediately took some pictures to support the coverage. Starting from the offerings, the preparation of response, the preparation of dancers, panjak and sinden, and the handler who when they come is doing the ritual.
Mr. Koswara greeted Bagas and his team with his trademark smile. He looked calmer this time. Mr. Koswara even helped take pictures, sometimes he also asked to be taught how to hold a good camera by Ahmad.
The sintren event was held in the village next door at the invitation of the local village head. As a form of gratitude the successful harvest this season. As usual the dancers and panjak around the village invite residents to watch the sintren performance.
This time Ratih was not seen among the other dancers. Sari who had been looking for Ratih to ask for help interview did not find him anywhere. Either at Mr. Koswara's house or during the show. He decided to ask Mr. Koswara.
"Sorry sir, did Ratih not participate in this event?"
"Ratih is there is a need, indeed he does not want to come for the event this time tired he said." Mr. Koswara explained.
Sari nodded her head and asked again,
"The coach's house where sir, would I like to talk to him for a moment?" Ask Sari
"Home behind exactly my house mbak, play to his house mumpung still here." Mr. Koswara replied with a smile.
"God willing, tomorrow I play all the ingredients for additional coverage sir, can you?"
"Mbak please, if you need something do not hesitate to contact me." Mr. Koswara offered his help.
"But it's free, sir?!" Ask Sari
Mr. Koswara spontaneously laughed at Sari's question,
"Free mbak, unless there is another problem like yesterday yes I asked for double compensation."
Sari smiled wryly hearing that. He then said goodbye to Mr. Koswara to help Bagas and the others.
To his relief, he again checked the results of the coverage from the camera footage.
"Where is the gas, safe?" Ask Doni
"Siip ... later tonight we work, overtime?!" Answer Bagas
"Yes arrange it, the important thing is that we do not forget!" Doni Sahut
"Beres, let's unplug it already afternoon. I'm tired of this too." Take Bagas to the others.
They arrived at Mbak Diah's residence just as Adzan Maghrib was reverberating. Mang Aa greeted them,
"Surfing right?"
"Alhamdulillah mang, smoothly!" Answer Bagas.
"Let us pray Maghrib congregate first, then you clean yourself!" Said Mang Aa again
They all went inside, Mang Aa looked around the house for a moment and then followed the others inside.
Later that night Mang Aa asked to call Sari to speak in private.
"Sar, come with Mamang for a second?!"
Sari obeyed Mang Aa and followed her into Mas Hendra's room. Mang Aa deliberately borrowed Hendra mas room to be more free to talk.
"What's the Mang?" Ask Sari
Mang Aa let out a long sigh, then she answered Sari's question.
"What do you want to be careful with Mr. Adit!"
"Sir Adit? But why mang?"
Mang Aa had not replied when Mas Hendra came in carrying a black plastic bag.
"This is the mang flower."
Sari was confused, she only noticed the expressions of the two families.
A flower? For what who died buying flowers? What are they both doing, weird?