Campus Horror
The Part 30

Campus Horror

The Part 30

Although in a state of not feeling well, Asih still sells yellow rice until seven to thirty in the morning. The class starts at eight. There is usually no need to wait until seven o'clock, the trade is up. That morning as well.

"Cure, can you still get another pack?"

Someone came in a hurry. Asih turned his head and found the Goddess standing in front of the trading table.

"Goddess, a little more. Could get three packs like that." Asih replied while reaching for the basin of yellow rice.

"Well, thank goodness then, two packs please. Have you eaten, huh?"

"It was dawn, Wi. Wanna give you another bad luck, Wi?" Asih replied without turning to the Goddess because she was preparing a yellow rice package.

"There was. There's people, hehehe." The goddess answered.

"Your boyfriend, huh?" Trying to seduce the Goddess.

"You want to know, huh. Already ah, I'm leaving first, yeah."

"You want to go to college, Wi?" Asih asked while handing over a plastic bag containing two packs of rice.

"Yes, go to the bus first." The answer was short and quickly gave Asih the money.

Just reply with a smile.

"Yes first, Sih." The goddess walked quickly away from the Mbah stall.

Looking at the back of the Goddess. A village friend who has a very different fate to him.

The youngest child who is endowed with inner and material affection. Although his parents were only farmers, it did not reduce his gift to the Goddess.

Asih and Dewi studied at different campuses. Dewi prefers to study at the Tourism Campus.

Although they are one village, it does not mean that Dewi chose to remain familiar with Asih.

They chose to close themselves. Different from the Goddess. The beautiful parasites and a very good heart, make it easier for the Goddess to make friends.

Occasionally Dewi meets Asih at the Library of Tourism Campus. Or like this morning, Dewi often came to buy yellow rice in the Mbah stall.

***

Without delaying the initial goal, get up early in the morning. He knew the day would be long enough. So, after bathing and changing clothes, take the time to do breakfast.

Found Mama who is processing food into delicious dishes.

"Ma, can you have breakfast, not yet?"

"Where is this morning?"

"To campus, Ma. Find a book reference."

"The rice is dead, but there is no side dish so. You did not tell Mama Semalem. You can buy packaged rice at the market. Mama also did not buy. Mama fried an egg, huh, Gi?"

"By, Ma. It's good to have breakfast with angel rice and fried eggs."

"Add onion and chili, huh?"

"By, Ma."

To enjoy a simple breakfast made by Mama quickly.

***

"Excuse me..!" For fighting in front of the gate of Kirman's house.

Nature works well for him. Kirman opened the door.

"The sister who was with my daughter-in-law yesterday, right? Is there anything left?"

Smile and then shake his head.

"No, Sir. I want to meet with you."

"I? What's up, huh?"

"Father knows Dira Nugraha, right?"

Kirman was surprised.

"I Share, his grandson."

Kirman's shock had now turned into misgivings.

"What's wrong? Can I help you?" Kirman replied, trying to look calm.

"Can we talk, sir?"

"I was alone with my wife first. Waita minute.

While waiting for Kirman to return to the house, to sit on his motorcycle. The jacket and helmet he still wears.

"Yuk! Near here there are those who sell delicious fruit ice! Let's just talk there, shall we?"

"Can, Sir."

***

"I didn't think Dira had a granddaughter like this. She has a great-grandchild again!"

To just reply to Kirman's friendly joke with a smile.

"So Mr Kirman has known Grandpa for a long time?"

"Lumayan. I was invited by your grandfather to work as a driver on campus. But I don't feel at home. So I asked for a place to sell on campus. My wife anyway. If I stay at home. Watch it while relaxing."

"Oh.. So now the daughter-in-law is replacing ya, sir?"

"Yes. Let her do her thing. Don't get bored at home."

"So, what do you want to talk to me about?" Kirman began to open the core of the conversation while stirring the fruit ice bowl in front of him.

"I overheard you talking to Grandpa a while ago."

Kirman stopped stirring his bowl then stared at Bagi.

"I heard almost the whole conversation you had with Grandpa. Is that true, sir?"

"What's right?"

"It seems like you are suspicious of my family members. Grandpa, for example?"

Kirman stuffed a piece of melon into his mouth.

"But your grandfather was smart. Anyway, I have no proof. The motive exists. Dira that don't want people not clearly into the exit."

"It's not clear how, sir?"

"Yes that. As found embedded in that campus. That's so sorry, that kid. Her parents are divorced. But none of them wanted to take care of her. From the information I gathered first, the child was made a maid by her own aunt. Her real aunt! Try to imagine. What family are they? Tega once made a nephew a maid."

To be silent to the new information that is being described by Kirman.

"Actually I promised your grandfather to keep quiet and claimed not to know him. But because you're his grandson. Yeah how else?"

"Why is Grandpa like that, sir?"

"Maybe not be kissed by the police. I don't know."

"Then, what about my Papa, sir?"

"Papa you, Andi huh?"

"Yes, sir."

"I've seen Andi drive the boy home. Yes, although not clear Andi's face. Because it was getting dark by then. But I saw the car."

"It's not sure, right? It could have been someone else who used the car like Papa."

"Yes if he used his personal car at the time. Unfortunately, Andi used your Grandpa's official car. Plate is red. Who else uses a black car with a red plate?"

To be silent is unable to answer the testimony of Kirman.

"Why? You seem interested in this case."

"It concerns my family, sir."

"Are you not suspicious of your Uncle? This could be what he did."

"No, Sir. Asih is his true lover Om Deni. There's no way Om Deni could've done that."

"If it is a true lover, is the cook delivered by someone else? Especially the one who delivered his own brother."

"Wait on! Does your uncle not know that the one who drove his girlfriend was your father?"

To shake weakly.

“If I may know, what are the Asih activities that you know?”

“Not much. I also wonder why there can be boring routines like that child did.”

Kirman was silent for a moment.

“The next day he helped people here sell rice. Then to campus. In the afternoon to the library. Then home. Waiting for his son Dira to come pick up. After that, they can go to the city park, or to the night market. I've also been to the cinema. So continue every day.”

“Because I have to monitor your uncle, so all their activities I know. Even the illicit activities they do in the cinema I know, hahaha.”

Kirman chuckled considering his past activities.

To still quietly hear Kirman's story carefully.

“I think your uncle changed the boy's life a lot. According to Dira, the child is like a leech that will be ready to eat away at the life of his family. But for me it's not so. The boy is innocent. Let you know, your uncle was rejected by the boy several times. What was his name?”

“Asih, Sir.”

“Yes, it's Asih. Your uncle was rejected a few times. I know from my wife. Your uncle used to hang out at college. What else if not wait Asih home from college.”

“Can't be denied the Asih charm is amazingly interesting. The child is beautiful, looks innocent, even though the appearance is very simple. Too bad because of economic and background factors, he was looked over by your grandfather. Try if Dira is more open to his perspective. Maybe he's still alive. Ah again I suspect your Grandpa.”

“I also had time to suspect Grandpa, Sir. Even now one more. My papa.” To start opening up to Kirman.

“Andi? Wh why? Why can you suspect him?”

Just be quiet for a moment.

“Some time ago my friends and I did an investigation into Asih's background and identity. At some point I found that Asih often visited the library on the Tourism Campus. At that time my father had become a lecturer there. I read books that have been read by Asih. I found a notebook tucked away in one of those books.”

Take a slow breath before continuing the story.

Kirman was still staring at Bagi, waiting in curiosity.

“That notebook contains my Papa's handwriting, Sir.”

Kirman widened his eyes in disbelief.

“Indeed it sounds unreasonable and many possibilities. But the coincidence that happened was no less strange, right? Especially after I heard the conversation between Father and Grandpa some time ago at home. It added to my suspicion of Papa. And also Grandpa of course.”

Kirman turned his gaze to a garden next to an ice fruit stall while digesting speech after speech from Bagi. Suddenly Kirman remembered something.

“Wait! It seems Andi did come back to Asih dormitory after that night. But baby I don't know where they're going. Because of my duties after the incident in the villa, just follow your uncle only.”

To look agitated and reluctant to admit if the Asih case must be related to his family.

"As long as there's no evidence, the police won't be able to sniff your family. I am the only witness who can parse all the events in the past. You don't need to be so nervous.”

For silence. He was anxious and hesitant. On the one hand, the good name of the family will certainly be tarnished if only a few people nudge and connect the case. But on the other hand, To not be able to accept if indeed one of his family members is a murderer. He will not remain silent and will not protect a vile murderer who will live without guilt, after taking one's life.

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