
Adam and Leader immediately approached Marsel who was still a henchman in his position.
"Cell, wake up, Cell! You why?" Adam asked as he patted the pale cheek of Marsel.
"Then he was, Dam. Let's take it out."
Adam nodded, he and the Leader carrying the body of Marsel who looked stiff.
"Bring to mushola how, sir?" ask Adam.
"Yes, yes, the hunt, the weight of the Marsel" complained Mr. Leader.
Along the way to the mosque, many employees who were already on came and looked curiously at Marsel.
"Astaghfirulloh, what's up with, Marse, Dam?" Another employee tried to ask, but Adam did not answer.
Other employees follow Adam and Leader's lead to the mushola.
Marsel was brought into the mushola.
"Cell, cell," Adam patted Marsel on the cheek.
"Random search what cake, Dam! Let him be aware," said Mr. Leader with sweat soaking his face.
All the employees just looked on without daring to ask.
Adam then read out a message he knew in Marsel's ear.
Mr. Leader checked the temperature of Marsel's body which was still gawking with a blank look.
"It's the back, the back is hot, but the front is cold."
"Well, somebody's trying to get in there, sir. But, Marcel's body refused. Khodamnya do not accept that" said one of the employees who saw.
Adam was still clamoring in Marsel's ear. After ten minutes, Marsel regained his senses, he took a deep breath.
One of the employees who was holding drinking water, immediately gave it to the Leader. The leader opened the bottle and drank it to Marsel.
Marsel with the wind drain the mineral water.
"Well, you're thirsty, Cell!" tanya Leader mocked, then took the bottle from Marsel's hand. "Nih, you will fill again well," said the Leader again accompanied by a smile to the employee.
Marsel looked dull, this time his sweat began to pour.
"What's going on, Cell? Why did you get to this?" Adam asked with a worried look.
Marsel looked around. "Loh, there's a lot of people."
The leader sighed. "yes it is, Cell! You were dumb, your body was stiff, machine classed, just now! Why are you anyway? To the point that the machine breaks because of you."
"I'm sorry, sir, I accidentally made a broken molding machine. But I was surprised because the engine suddenly died, but I did not stop it. When I checked, it turned out that there was a pocong, sir. Ihhh very serem." Marsel tried to explain with a shudder in horror, remembering the pocong's face back.
"Well, the exact reason is you." replied the Leader.
"Seriously, sir, I'm not lying!"
"So I will have to answer that too? Same as my boss? When asked if the engine is broken? Huh yeah?"
Marsel did not answer the Leader's question anymore. He knows, the character of his leader is annoying and does not want to know about the things that happen to his own men.
"Already, already, the others disperse, get ready to work there. Real work, don't make NG mulu stuff." The leader spoke as he moved away from his seat, and the other employees disbanded, except for Adam and Marsel who were preparing to go home because his overtime was up.
"Cell, really, did you see the pocong?" adam asked to confirm once again, after hearing the story from Marel.
"Yes, Dam. I'm not lying. I swear to you!" Marsel raised his hand.
"Huh, already, already. Don't swear at everything. Not good! You've done it, haven't you? If so, we pray first, the ashes go home." Adam stood up and took the water. Marsel followed her and followed her. This time, Marsel looked brighter and not pale anymore. They offer Maghrib prayers.